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Aunt Karen (www)Aunt-Karen (found in www) author unknownWhen I was 14, my parents went away for a 2 week vacation and made arrangements for me to stay with the next-door neighbors while they were gone. The neighbor had a son close to my age, that I was good friends with, so it wasn’t bad for me. My friend’s name was Dave, and he lived with his single mother who I called Aunt-Karen. She wasn’t my aunt, but that was how I had been brought up to refer to her. Aunt-Karen was attractive, although certainly not beautiful, and was probably in her mid to late thirties. She was a very affectionate woman, a little overweight, but that just made her curvy in all the right places. When my parents left for their vacation, they saw me to Aunt-Karen’s door before they left. Aunt-Karen gave me a big welcoming hug that pushed my face into her ample bosom. She said to my parents, “Bye! Have a great time! I’ll take good care of your boy.” And we waved as they drove off. I think I have Aunt-Karen to thank for my lingerie fetish. From the time I was a young boy, I remember seeing her wearing dresses with slips underneath. She always seemed to have a problem with her slip showing. The lace at the hem would stick out an inch or so most of the time. Every now and then she would realize it and do this thing where she would grab the waist of her slip through her dress and hike it up enough to hide the lacey hem. One time, when she had my family over for dinner, she was in the kitchen cooking and I happened to walk in just as she was lifting up her dress to adjust her slip. She had the side of her dress lifted all the way up to her hip and had her hand under her dress, arranging her slip. I could see her nylon covered thigh, up to the edge of her slip, and her white slip all the way up to her waist! When she saw me, there was no reaction. She just kept on fixing her slip, then asked me to get the silverware out of the drawer for her. This is one of my earliest erotic associations with lingerie. Anyway, here I was, a boy of 14, with all my hormones flowing, staying for 2 weeks with the woman that was responsible for my lingerie fetish. Mostly it was like staying with anyone else for two weeks, except for flashes of Aunt-Karen’s lingerie every now and then. Well, at least that’s the way it started. The first night I was there, I was in the guest room. And after just getting into bed, Aunt-Karen came in to give me a good night kiss. The lights were off in the room, and when she stepped into the doorway, the light from the hallway lit up the nightgown she was wearing so that I could see the shape of her body through it. She leaned over the bed to pull the covers up to my neck, and gave me a long look at her deep cleavage. Then she said, “welcome to our house. I hope you’ll feel comfortable here. If there’s anything you need, just ask.” Then she gave me a nice kiss on the lips that lasted just a fraction of a second longer than a motherly kiss would last. On her way out, she paused in the doorway for several seconds and looked back at me, giving me another look at her silhouette before saying good night. The next morning is when I began to wonder if she was teasing me on purpose. Dave was gone to a music lesson and I was home alone with Aunt-Karen. She was doing some laundry, and asked me to give her a hand folding some clothes. I was more than happy to help. I sat on the floor across from her in her bedroom with a basket of lingerie on the floor. She said, just grab something and start folding. It was both embarrassing and erotic as I pulled a pair of her large nylon panties out of the basket and folded them for her. She looked over at me and smiled. The way she was sitting on the floor, sitting up with her legs crossed underneath her, I could see up her dress to the crotch of her panties. They appeared to be much like the panties I was folding on my lap. I reached into the basket and pulled out another pair. This pair had a lace front. She said, “those are pretty, don’t you think?” I was starting to get an erection. “Yes,” I said, “they are nice.” I tried not to sound too excited about it, but my voice shook a little. Each time she leaned forward to pull out another article of clothing, she gave me a great peek down the front of her dress. I could see her cleavage and the edges of her bra. I was squirming on the floor, trying to subtly rearrange my erection. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “You look uncomfortable. This must be embarrassing for you folding my lingerie. Here, let me get those for you,” she said, reaching toward my lap to grab the pair of panties I was folding. The back of her hand lingered on my erection for just a second as she took her panties from my lap. She pretended not to notice. Then she said, “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” She scratched her thigh which hiked her dress up her leg so that her slip was showing. “No. That’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind.” “Really?” she said. I nodded. Then she asked, “do you like it?” I wasn’t quite prepared for the question. She was looking at my erection. “Yeah,” I said, again trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “It’s okay.” And there we remained for the next 15 minutes or so. Folding her lingerie together. She had slips and panties and nightgowns long and short. Nothing was said between us for that time. At least I don’t remember anything being said. She would look at me every now and then. She would change her position on the floor, giving me another peek at her slip, or another look up her dress, or lean forward exposing her cleavage to me. I stopped trying to cover my erection. I’m pretty sure she was aware of it, although she never mentioned it. One time, she got up off the floor to put some things away in a drawer. She stood up first, and then bent over to pick up a small pile off the floor. She was right in front of me, with her back to me, her butt just inches from my face when she bent at the waist to pick up the pile on the floor. She spent a few seconds rearranging the pile before she picked it up, giving me the opportunity to tilt my head to the side and look right up her dress. When we were done folding all the clothes, she helped me up off the floor and gave me a big hug, pushing my face into her cleavage. I remember feeling my erection touch her thigh. “Thank you for your help,” she said. “Anytime!” I said sincerely. She turned me around and patted me on the butt. “Now go run along and watch some TV or something. I’ll make lunch as soon as David gets home.” This was just the first of several erotic encounters for me in the two weeks I stayed with Aunt-Karen.My next erotic experience with Aunt-Karen happened later that day. She was taking a shower in the master bathroom while her son (my friend) Dave was showering in the hall bathroom. I was watching TV when I heard her calling from her bathroom to me. “Will you bring me a towel?” she called. “I’m soaking wet, and there aren’t any clean ones in here.” I grabbed a clean towel from the hall closet and brought it into her room. “Will you bring it in to me?” she asked from the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was opened, and I walked in with the towel. She had the shower curtain pulled across her chest, her head sticking out the side. It was one of those translucent curtains that you can see through, but everything is sort of fuzzy or cloudy looking. I could clearly make out the shape of her large nipples through the curtain. And I could see the darkness of her bush down lower. I stood there for a few seconds, transfixed. This was the first time I had been this close to a naked woman. She must have known that I could see through the curtain. She reached her arm out to me to take the towel, and in doing so, one of her breasts came fully into view. “Thank you, David. You’re a sweetheart” she said as she took the towel and covered herself with it. As I walked out of the bedroom, she called back to me. “David. Will you do me another favor?” “Sure,” I said. “You remember which drawer I put my panties in? The top one?” “Yeah…” I said. “Will you bring me a pair?” “Uh, sure.” I answered. I went to her panty drawer, wondering why she was having me do this. I think it must have been because of my reaction earlier that day when I was helping her with the laundry. I rummaged through her panty drawer, looking at all the beautiful silky nylon panties, imagining them on her, remembering looking up her dress and seeing them on her body. I found the pair with the lace front and pulled them out. I held them up and admired them. “David,” she called to me from the bathroom. “Did you find them?” “Uh, yeah. I’m coming,” I answered. She had her towel wrapped around her and tucked in just above her breasts. The towel was long enough to just barely cover her hips. “Thank you,” she said, taking the panties from me. She immediately began putting them on right in front of me. She put one leg in, turning her hips in a way that her butt was turned partially toward me. And as she bent over to step into her panties, I could see the bottom curves of her butt. As she stepped in with her second foot, her toe got caught on the crotch of the panties and she lost her balance, falling forward onto the bathroom floor. She had her panties up to her knee on her right leg. I could see up her towel and got a clear view of her pussy! She rolled over onto her back and reached to her knee to rub it. “Are you okay?” I asked. Her knee was drawn up to her as she rubbed it, again completely exposing herself to me. “I just bumped my knee… What a clutz I am! Here…help me up,” she said, reaching her hand toward me. As she stood up, it became apparent that her towel had come undone when she fell, and it dropped to the ground when she stood up. She stood before me completely naked except for a pair of panties around one of her ankles. She quickly reached for her panties and stepped into them, pulling them up to her waist. She covered her breasts with one arm. Well, actually they weren’t covered very well. She was really only able to cover her nipples. The bottom curves of her breasts were exposed below her arm, and the tops of them spilled out over the top. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again. Any reason to stay there and look at her in her lace front panties a little while longer. I could see the hair of her trimmed bush poking out through the lace. “I’m fine,” she said. “Now run along!” As she said this, she shooed me away with a flip of her hand. I remember very clearly seeing her breasts jiggling a little bit behind her arm as she made the shooing motion. I turned and left her room with a raging erection. I’m pretty sure she noticed my reaction… After this, I started looking for reasons to be alone with Aunt-Karen. When she was cooking dinner that night, I went into the kitchen to help her. She was wearing a mid-thigh length dress. Her slip was showing about an inch below her dress. And the top of her dress buttoned up, but it was a little too tight. Her breasts were straining the buttons, and the scoop neck showed several inches of cleavage as well as the edges of her bra. The kitchen was rather small, and each time she moved past me she would rub either her breasts or her butt against me. It was driving me crazy! Finally I got up the courage to say something about her slip, to see what she would do. “Aunt-Karen, your slip is showing,” I said. I couldn’t believe it when she said, “my hands are a mess. Could you pull it up for me please?” “Um…how?” I asked hardly believing my good fortune! “Just grab the waist of the slip through my dress, and pull it up.” So I did like she said, but I couldn’t get a hold of her slip. I kept grabbing at her hips through the material of the dress but couldn’t actually get a good enough hold on her slip to pull it up. “I can’t get it,” I finally said. “It keeps slipping out of my fingers. “Here,” she said, using her wrist to slide up the hem of her dress about 8 or 10 inches, “just lift up my dress and do it that way.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Come on. You practically saw me naked this morning. You shouldn’t be embarassed to see my slip!” “Okay…” I put my hand under her dress and reached up. Then I put my other hand up the other side of her dress, lifting the hem practically up to her waist. As I put my hands up her dress, I slid them up the sides of her thighs, feeling the nylon material of the slip against her legs. She now stood in front of me with her dress up to her waist and my hands on her hips. I slipped my fingers into the waist of her slip and lifted it up an inch or two, sliding my fingers all the way around her waist to bring it up evenly. I could see a hint of her panties underneath the slip. I couldn’t take any more time without drawing too much attention to the pleasure I was taking in having my hands on her and seeing her in her slip. I let the hem of her dress drop back down. “Thank you. That wasn’t so bad now was it?” she said. Then she gave me one of those big hugs, smashing my face into her cleavage. “N..no. Not at all,” I stammered. I was becoming convinced that we shared the same fantasies. There seemed to be a kind of understanding that developed between us. Every time we were alone after that, something seemed to happen. It was never spoken out loud, but somehow it became clear. I began looking forward to when Dave would go to his music lessons. One time when he was gone, I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Aunt Karen. She invited me to snuggle up with her, reaching her arm out to wrap around my shoulder . I layed my head down on her ample breast as she held me close. Her cleavage was right in my face – almost too close to focus on. I pretended to fall asleep. I rolled toward her and let my arm go across her waist, burying my face into her bosom. My erection began pushing its way down the leg of my pants. After a few minutes I felt her slide her hand into the back of my pants, just a little way down, about where the top of my ass began to split. Her hand moved slightly, tickling my tail bone. I stirred a little bit still feigning deep sleep, but moved my hand to just below her right breast so I could feel the bottom curve of her breast on my hand. She reached to my elbow as if to hold me closer, but the effect was to pull my hand more firmly into her breast. My hand was now completely cupping the underside of her breast. I could feel the lace cup of her big, utilitarian bra beneath the thin material of her dress. So here was my position: my face was pressed against her left breast, my hand reached across her waist and was cupping her right breast, and she had one hand in the back of the waist of my pants and the other holding my arm that was on her breast. I stirred again, forcing myself to breathe deeply and slowly as if in a deep sleep. As I stirred, I felt her hand slip a little deeper into my pants, just tickling the top of the crack of my ass. I squeezed her breast lightly with my hand, and thought I heard her moan slightly. We layed like this for a while. Every now and then she would pull on my elbow a little, forcing my hand more firmly into her breast. When she heard the door open when David came home, she woke me and the fun was over. But there were many more opportunities. Since it seemed that we were both looking for opportunities, they arose often. One night when I was getting ready to go to sleep, she came in to tuck me in, wearing only a sheer white nylon robe and panties. The robe tied at the collar, with no other attachment. As she walked in to my room, the robe billowed open, giving me a clear view of her white brief panties. Toward the top I could see the under curves of her breasts where the robe split below the collar. She was braless, and her breasts were moving freely as she walked in. When she stopped next to my bed the robe closed most of the way, but I could still clearly see the crotch of her white panties, and the place where her breasts met just at the split of her robe. Her breasts continued moving for a couple of seconds even after she stopped. The bedside lamp was still on, illuminating her so that I could clearly see her large silverdollar sized nipples through the thin material. I could see they were erect, and I wonder now if it was from her excitement of exposing herself to me in this way. She sat on the edge of my bed. I wondered if she noticed the rise in the covers where my erection was growing. She sat with her hip next to mine, turned toward me, leaning on her arm which was now reaching across to the far side of my hip. The effect was unbelievable. Her robe spread open and the way she leaned sideways, caused her breast to hang into the opening completely exposed. She looked into my eyes, and I’m sure she noticed me staring at her exposed breast. She then turned and reached across the twin bed to the lamp on the other side to turn it off. As she did this, her breasts hung just inches from my face. I wanted to reach up and grab them and suck on them, but I was paralyzed with excitement. She seemed to have a little trouble with the light switch, and as she fiddled with it, her breasts continued to swing in front of my face. I throbbed with excitement, on the brink of orgasm, just from the site of her, exposed to me so closely. My breathing was short and shallow. She got the light turned off and sat back up on the edge of my bed. She said good-night, and gave me a kiss on the lips. I remember her lips were soft, warm, and very wet. Her lips lingered on mine a little too long to be considered a motherly kiss, but only just so. As she moved to stand up, her arm or her hand (I’m not sure which) brushed against my throbbing erection, and with my mouth closed, I silently orgasmed, shooting semen all over my stomach under the sheets. I tried not to convulse noticably as the waves of pleasure washed over me. “Good night” she said again from the doorway, blowing me a kiss. The next day, when David was at his music lesson, Aunt Karen decided to do some sunbathing by the pool. First, she called me into her bedroom to ask me what I thought of her bathing suit. She had a towel wrapped around her as she explained that this was a new bathing suit, and she didn’t think she would wear it in public, but thought it would be great for the pool at home. She removed her towel and revealed the tiniest bikini bathing suit that I can imagine her fitting into! It was a string bikini in the true sense of the word. It was plain white and was just three small triangles of material with strings holding them together. The cups of the top were not cups at all, but tiny triangles about 3 inches on a side that just covered the areolas of her nipples. The strings that came from the tops of the triangles, tied behind her neck, and the string that threaded through the bottoms of the triangles tied behind her back. I could see breast flesh on all sides of the triangles. The triangle covering her pubic area was just as small – about three inches on each side, with one string threaded through the top and going around her hips and the other coming from the downward pointing corner of the triangle, between her legs and up the crack of her ass in the back, connecting at the waist. She turned around giving me the rear view. Her ass was wide, yet smooth and round. There was nothing covering it, just a single string splitting it in to two round globes. She turned back around quickly and as she stopped turning, her breasts kept moving and one of them sprang free from the cup. “Woops” she said, quickly pulling the triangle back down over her nipple, “I guess I’m going to have to watch that! These things don’t give me much support!” She adjusted both of the triangles so that they were carefully arranged to cover her nipples. “So what do you think?” she asked. “You look fantastic!” I said. “You think so?” she said, twisting and turning to give me views from all angles. “Uhhh, yeah!” I stammered. “You don’t think I’m too fat for this?” “Definitely not” I assured her. “You’re so sweet, Honey!” she said as she grabbed my head and planted a quick wet kiss on my lips. “I mean it!” I reassured her. “I think you look great!” She invited me to come lay out by the pool with her. I of course accepted quickly and ran to put on my swim shorts and join her at the pool. When I came out, she was rubbing suntan oil on her chest, completely covering her skin in an oily sheen from her neck down. She ran her hands under the strings of her top and under the bottom curves of her breasts, then down her stomach, just to the top of her bottom triangle. “Would you do my legs?” she asked as she handed me the bottle of oil. I nodded my head and took the bottle. I dripped oil onto her leg, starting at her foot and going all the way up to her hip. I started by rubbing the oil into her foot. “MMMM, that feels good!” she moaned. I worked my way up her calves and past her knees to her thighs. They were soft and smooth and warm from the sun. She lay back with her eyes closed as I rubbed the oil into her legs and looked at her triangle-covered crotch. The little white triangle barely covered her womanhood. Her pubic thatch had been trimmed just to fit beneath the material. I could see a few stray hairs peeking from the edges. My erection crept down the leg of my shorts, causing an opening up the leg of my shorts. I wondered if she looked from that angle, if she would be able to see the head of my now throbbing member. She moaned again as I moved my hands higher up her thighs. I slipped one hand between her thighs and had one on the outside as I ran my hands up closer to her triangle. She parted her legs just slightly and scooted down toward my hand. The edge of my index finger brushed her pussy lips, now puffy and almost visible under her tiny bikini bottoms. And just as soon as I began to realize what had happened, she began to roll over on her stomach. “Will you do my back too?” she asked. “Sure” I answered. Again, starting at her feet, I worked my way slowly up her legs to her thighs, and now her virtually naked ass. “It’s okay,” she said as I got close to her soft buttocks, “put it everywhere. I don’t want to get burned!” So I worked the oil into the soft cheeks of her ass, kneading and rubbing them, pulling them slightly apart. “Make sure you get it under the strings too” she said. So I slid my hand under the string that went around her waist and applied the oil there, then slowly, tentatively, slid my fingers under the string the went between her ass cheeks. I started at the top and slowly worked my way down the crack of her ass. She lifted her hips slightly off the lounge chair as I got lower, and I felt the puckered ring of her asshole. “And my back too” she said. I rubbed the oil into her back, feeling the bulging sides of her breasts as I ran my hands down her sides. She was now totally covered in oil. I laid back in the lounge chair next to hers and my erection lifted the leg of my shorts a couple of inches off of my leg. I quickly reached into the top of my shorts to rearrange myself, pulling my erection upwards. It now caused a tent in the center. Aunt Karen rolled back over on her back. Her heavy breasts fell to her sides now. Her nipples were covered by the triangles, but I could see the edges of her dark areolas. And she either didn’t notice, or pretended not to. I couldn’t keep from staring at them! The nipples stood erect, about a half inch long, poking at the triangles. And I could now see that the dark areolas around them were all puckered and bumpy. She squirmed around in her chair a bit and as she did so, her right nipple (the one on my side) popped free! I couldn’t believe it! Here I was sitting two feet from my friend’s beautiful mother, staring at her exposed nipple. I enjoyed that view for several minutes before she noticed her exposure and covered her nipple again with the scant material. She then got up from her chair and went to the edge of the pool. She got on her hands and knees and reached into the pool to grab the thermometer and check the temperature. As she did so, she pointed her ass at me. And the effect of her bending forward like that in that string bikini was amazing! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The triangle of material must have ended right at the top of her pussy. Because when she bent over, I could see it all!! The string split the puffy lips of her pussy, went up past her pink, puckered asshole, and then up the rest of her crack. She knelt there like that for a while, looking at the thermometer. “I can never read this thing,” she mumbled. “You have to hold it just right.” She continued looking at it, rolling it back and forth in her fingers as I stared at her exposed womanhood. The tent in my shorts was bouncing up and down with my heartbeat as I looked at her. She turned around and looked at me. I quickly moved my eyes from her ass to her face. I saw her glance furtively at my throbbing crotch. “I give up,” she said. “I can’t read this thing. But the water feels warm!” She stood up and dove in the water. When she climbed out, she was totally exposed. I don’t know if she did this on purpose, but I think she must have. Both of the top triangles had been pushed down by her dive in the water, below her breasts. So it looked like she just had a string tied around and under her breasts. The triangle of her bottom had been pushed to the side, exposing the triangle of hair it was meant to cover. She started walking back to the lounge chair before she began adjusting the triangles of her top. I watched in awe! As she pulled one of the triangles up to cover her nipple, her breast slipped out and flopped down. She gathered her big breast back up and slipped the triangle over her nipple, successfully this time. Then repeated the same with the other. She still hadn’t noticed how her bottoms had moved to the side. When she sat back down on her lounge chair, she immediately laid her head back and still didn’t see how her crotch was exposed. I sat at the edge of the pool now, looking straight up her legs at her exposed pussy and the tuft of hair above it. She left her legs open with one foot on the ground on either side of the chair, rocking her knees from side to side. She stayed in that position for a long time. I slipped into the pool right in front of her and turned toward her standing at the edge of the pool with just my head above the edge. I slipped my shorts down around my knees and started stroking myself as I stared between her soft thighs at her pink womanhood and her short curly pubic thatch. It was only a minute before I was shooting streams of cum into Aunt Karen’s pool.One day, while I was staying at my friend Dave’s house with him and his mother (who I call Aunt Karen), he was at one of his music lessons, and Aunt Karen was going out to do some shopping. “Would you do me a favor while I’m gone?” she asked me. “Of course,” I replied, “anything!” “There’s a basket of laundry in my walk-in closet,” she said. “Will you fold it and hang it while I’m gone?” “Sure!” I said. She gave me one of her big warm hugs and said, “Thank you. You’re such a sweetheart!” Then gave me one of those soft, warm, wet kisses and walked out the door. In her closet, I found the basket of laundry she was referring to. It was full of lingerie – slips, panties, bras, nightgowns, etc. There were whites, blacks, pastels… shimmering silky lingerie of all types and colors. I couldn’t resist the temptation to feel the fabric against my skin. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and selected a pair of large nylon briefs to step into. I pulled them up my legs and over my throbbing erection. The large panties were loose on me and felt so erotic against my skin. I thought to myself, “the panties that touch Aunt Karen’s pussy are touching me.” I touched myself lightly through the panties, on the verge of exploding. I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked ridiculous standing there in a big pair of women’s panties with my erection standing out in front of me. But it was somehow still erotic to see. I fished through the basket some more, and came up with a white knee-length half-slip. I held the slip in my hand and rubbed the material of the slip against the material of the panties that still covered my penis. The feeling sent shivers through me. Something about the whole experience felt naughty or bad or perverted or something, in a way that was very exciting. I stepped into the slip and pulled it up to my waist. I rubbed myself all over, feeling the slip rub against the panties on my ass and on my penis. I took off the slip, and then the panties, and found one of her nightgowns to put on. It was a long, floor length gown that was double layered, yet so sheer you could see through both layers. I pulled it on over my head, breathing in deeply, the distinctive smell of her lingerie. It slid down over my shoulders, covering my whole body. I touched myself through the material and felt the way the two layers of sheer nylon rubbed against each other. I looked again at myself in the mirror, and had that same mixed feeling of thinking I looked ridiculous, yet at the same time feeling naughty, perverted, and very excited. I fished through the basket for more items to try on or to rub against myself. I took off the nightgown and stepped into another pair of big nylon brief panties and then another, and stood there with two pairs of Aunt Karen’s panties on, rubbing myself through the layers of material. I must have been so engrossed in what I was doing, either that or Aunt Karen was very quiet and stealthful when she came back early. I didn’t hear the car drive up, or the door close, or anything. In fact I had no indication that she was home until she was standing at the door of her closet, looking at me. I stood there like an idiot, wearing nothing but two pair of her panties, and an erection pointing six inches out in front of me in the panties. My hand was still on my cock when I saw her there. I was humiliated! I didn’t know what to say. And she just stood there looking at me. She had a little grin on her face as she kept looking back and forth between my face and my erection. “My my!” she said. “Well aren’t you having fun!” I just stood there and stammered… “I… I… uh… I’m… uh…” “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s perfectly normal for boys to be curious about things like girl’s panties and things. I won’t tell anyone about this. I understand what it must be like for you, having all those hormones running through your young body. In fact, when I saw the way you seemed to enjoy helping me with my laundry the other day, I thought you might get some enjoyment out of going through my lingerie in private. That’s why I asked you to help me with this.” I just stood there, dumbfounded, looking at the woman whose panties I was wearing! She said, “Do you like the way they feel?” “Uh, yeah…” I replied. “They feel nice.” “Do you want to see what they feel like on me?” she asked. Then she lifted up the hem of her dress and showed me her panties. They were exactly the same as the ones I had on. “I guess we have the same taste!” she joked. “Go ahead. Feel them. It’s okay.” I stepped closer to her and reached out to her panty covered hips. “Why don’t you kneel down so you can take a closer look” she said. So I knelt down in front of her which put my face at the height of her crotch. “Go ahead,” she said. “Touch them.” Obediently I reached up to her hips and ran my hands over her panties. She turned around, lifting her dress in the back. “Here. Feel the back too.” And I ran my hands all over her nylon covered ass. My mind was reeling. I couldn’t believe this was happening! “Do you want to smell them?” she asked. All I could reply was an affirmative “Um hm.” And she said “go ahead” as she stuck her ass out toward me slightly. I now had my hands on her hips and was pulling her ass into my face as I took a deep whiff of her scent. I rubbed my face and my nose all over her panty covered ass, drinking in the scent, the sensation, the experience. “Okay, that’s enough” she said as she moved away and lowered her dress. But I was too far gone. She had already sent me over the edge. As I felt her dress come down past my face I muttered “oh my god!” and I came hard in her panties, shooting my cum against the nylon fabric that was caressing the sensitive tip of my penis. As I sat there on the floor of her closet, shooting my cum into her panties, she stood and watched as the spot of wetness on the front of the panties spread into a large stain. Once again she reassured me: “It’s okay. That’s perfectly normal. That’s what happens when boys get really excited. Listen, I’ll leave you alone now. I just came back because I forgot my purse. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. Actually I’m flattered that you’re so turned on by me and my lingerie. So don’t you worry about anything. And just put those panties back in my dirty clothes hamper when you’re done. I’ll be back in a little while. She leaned forward and holding my face in her hands, she planted another soft, warm, and very wet kiss on my lips before leaving.My last experience with Aunt Karen had been both my most embarrassing and most erotic experience so far. She was kind enough not to mention it again. In fact, she acted as if it had never happened. I think the situation, the tension, between us worked better for both of us when it all seemed accidental or innocent. On her part, I’m sure that was probably because I was u******e, and it would have been wrong (at least as far as the law is concerned) for her to have an overtly sexual relationship with me. So, the teasing continued… The next experience I recall was one that took place in the garage. The lightbulb was burned out and Aunt Karen was changing it. She asked me to give her a hand and hold the ladder for her while she changed the lightbulb. She was wearing a skirt at the time, and a top that I remember as being sort of a loose fitting T-shirt type blouse that was cropped just below her breasts, exposing her midriff. When I got out to the garage, she was bending over and reaching into a lower cabinet to get the new lightbulb. She bent over at the waist, giving me a double view that was unbelievable. As she bent over, her short skirt rode up giving me a clear view of her panties which were very sheer and had no cotton panel. I could see the lips of her pussy peeking out at me. Then as I looked forward I saw the way the top fell away from her breasts when she leaned forward. She was braless, and her big tits were in clear view as I looked up her blouse. “Oh there you are!” she said. “Thanks for coming out to give me a hand. I just need you to hold the ladder while I change that bulb.” She was still bent over, looking back at me over her shoulder as she said this. When she stood up and turned around, her blouse caught on one of her erect nipples which held it up, exposing the underside of her breast. She adjusted her top and moved over to the ladder. She reached up high on the ladder to show me how she wanted me to hold it, and as she did, her blouse lifted up all the way over her breasts, leaving them totally exposed. But she was looking back at me, explaining what she wanted me to do, and seemed totally unaware of her exposure. She climbed about halfway up the ladder and then asked me to hold on to it as she had shown me. Her ass was right at the level of my face at this point. And in order for me to reach up high on the ladder as she wanted, I had to stay very close to the ladder. The effect was that the hem of her skirt was swishing around in front of my nose. And as she moved her ass, it would touch my face. Then she moved up one more step. “You got me?” she asked. “Yeah. I got you” I answered. Now the hem of her skirt was six inches above my face and when I looked up, I was looking up her skirt, right at her panty covered pussy. Then she moved up one more step and my view changed again. Now I had a view up her skirt, but I was also looking through her legs and could see up her blouse as she bent over the top of the ladder to look down at me. I didn’t know where to look, there was so much to see!! Then she moved up one last step and reached up to unscrew the lightbulb. As she unscrewed it, I watched the hem of her dress swish back and forth and looked up her blouse to see her bare breasts swinging back and forth as she turned the bulb. She said “Okay, I’m coming down. You got me?” Of course I had her. She said, “I know I could just have you hand me the other bulb, but I don’t want you to let go of the ladder while I’m on it.” “Okay,” I said. “Come on down.” As she moved down the steps, I was transfixed by the beautiful view up her skirt. She moved lower and lower and my view of her pantied pussy got better and better, until finally my head was up her skirt and her pussy touched my face. She didn’t move away. She just stopped right there. I breathed deeply and enjoyed her scent. It smelled like flowers or perfume. She moved slightly, rubbing her pussy against my face ever so subtly. Then she lifted up a little bit and said “wooops! Excuse me.” I said, “Oh, sorry” and moved away from the ladder, allowing her to come down. She picked the new bulb up off the floor, giving me that great double peek at her panties and up her shirt at her heavy swaying breasts. When she stood up this time, the shirt had crept above both of her nipples and she made no attempt to cover them. She climbed the ladder once again, and again I began holding the ladder when the hem of her skirt was at the same height as my face. This time, when she got to the top of the ladder, she turned around and sat on the top step, facing my direction. About a foot above my eye level, her knees were spread about 8 or 10 inches apart, giving me a clear, close-up view of her panty covered pussy. I was close enough, and the panties were sheer enough, that I could make out the pink lips of her flower, and the dark tuft of pubic hair above it. As she reached up to screw in the light bulb, her shirt lifted even higher, completely exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard, standing out about ¾ of an inch. Her areolas were dark and puckered. I could see the shadows of a few light blue veins just beneath the surface of the skin. As she screwed in the bulb, I watched her breasts shake back and forth. It was almost too much to bear! I kept glancing back and forth between her swaying breasts and her sheer panty covered crotch. My erection throbbed in my shorts. This time, when she came down, she did so facing me. She reached her hands out toward me and said, “give me a hand.” Her hands grabbed onto my shoulders and I placed my hands on either side of her waist. As she stepped down, my hands slipped higher on her waist until I felt her breasts brushing them. When she was two steps from the bottom, she jumped the rest of the way down. My hands slipped even higher when she did this, and now my thumbs were in the creases below her breasts. I felt their soft warm flesh on the backs of my thumbs and my wrists. She thanked me for helping her, and told me I had strong hands. I became conscious of the fact that my hands were still on her, and pulled them away. I wanted to say something to her. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn’t want to offend her. I wanted to compliment her in some way. I said, “you have very soft skin,” and blushed. She touched my cheek and told me I was sweet, before going back into the house. My second week with Aunt Karen was even better than the first! I had forgotten that David (my friend and Aunt Karen’s son) was going away on an orchestra tour for a week. I was going to be all alone in the house with Aunt Karen for a whole week! I tried not to sound happy when David reminded me he was going to be leaving. I assured him that I’d be okay. I told him his mom was cool and that I’d be okay staying with her for the week. But secretly, I could hardly contain myself. I couldn’t wait for him to get out of the house so I could have Aunt Karen all to myself. Finally the day came. David left in the van that picked him up at the house. Aunt Karen and I waved from the front door. As the van pulled away, Aunt Karen turned to me and said, “Well it’s just you and me now…” “Yup!” I agreed, trying to contain my excitement. We went back inside. She told me that she was going shopping in a little while, and asked me if I wanted to come. I said I would. About an hour later, she called me into her bedroom. When I walked in, I found her standing by her bed holding two dresses in her hands, one on each side. She was dressed only in a full slip. It was ivory colored and sort of shiny and shimmering. I could vaguely see the shape of her panties through the material. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breasts were only partly supported by the top of her slip. As she moved, her breasts moved freely, swaying back and forth as she turned to show me the dresses she held. She had the straps on the slip adjusted very loosely. Most of her breasts were visible. Just the bottom 1/3 was covered. She said, “Which do you like better?” One of the dresses was a longer dress – maybe knee length or a little longer. It had buttons all the way up the front and had a scooped neckline. The other dress was a shorter dress made of stretchy material that looked like it would really hug her curves, but it also had a higher neckline. I said they both looked pretty. And said I’d like to see what they looked like on. So she put the shorter dress on her bed and put her arms into the longer one, like you’d put your arms into a jacket. There were about 20 buttons on the dress and she asked me if I’d help with them. So I knelt on the floor in front of her and began at the bottom while she began at the top. I took my time, thoroughly enjoying helping her dress. I worked my way slowly up the dress as she worked her way down. When I reached the button by her crotch, she moved in a way that caused my hand to touch her pussy. I left it there, letting the back of my hand push into her as I worked on the button. She didn’t move away either. Finally, we met at her waist and I stood up to take a look at her. “What do you think?” she asked. She twirled around. And the flared skirt of her dress spun out to the side revealing her slip underneath. I told her it was beautiful! “You don’t think it’s too low cut?” she asked, slipping a finger into the scooped neck line of her dress. She must have had at least four inches of cleavage showing. The neck went so low that when she moved one way or the other, you could see the top edge of her slip. “No” I assured her. “It looks great!” She bent forward, and her breasts bulged at the edge of her top. She said “What about when I bend forward like this?” She put her hands on her knees and the top loosened and fell away slightly, from her breasts. “Your hair is in the way” I said. “Come down here,” she said, pointing to the floor in front of her. I squatted down in front of her. My face was about two feet from her deep cleavage. Her breasts hung down pendulously. I wanted to stick my face in there and rub her breasts on my face. I felt my erection growing down the leg of my pants. “Well?” she said. “Is it too low cut?” She swung her breasts from side to side as I watched. “No,” I lied. “It looks fine.” “Are you sure?” She leaned a little farther forward and rolled her shoulders forward to make the top even looser. I could see all the way to her nipple on one of her breasts, and damn close to it on the other. My young cock was throbbing in the leg of my pants. “It still looks fine,” I told her. That was definitely not a lie! “You sure you can’t see too much? How about when I do this?” And she started swaying forward and back, causing her breasts to swing toward me and away from me. When they swung forward, I could see both of her nipples. At one point, I thought her breasts might swing completely out of the dress. But they didn’t, much to my disappointment. I assured her that the dress wasn’t too revealing, and asked her to show me the other dress. She asked me to help with her buttons again and I started at the bottom, unbuttoning it this time. I pretended to have trouble with one of the buttons near her crotch again, hoping that she would press into my hand again. And she did. She sort of pretended to lose her balance and shifted her feet to catch herself. When she shifted them, she moved closer to my hand, pressing herself into me. I let my hand linger there as long as I could while I fiddled with the button. I felt the warmth of her womanhood on the back of my hand. I thought I heard a slight moan escape her lips. And then all the buttons were undone. I stood up and she dropped the dress off her shoulders. Once again she stood before me in only her slip and panties. It was difficult for me to stand up straight. My erection was pointed down the leg of my pants. I quickly reached into my pants and adjusted myself. I was more comfortable, but the head of my penis was clearly outlined in my pants. It was obvious that she had given me a raging hard-on. “You do like that dress, don’t you!” she teased as she looked openly at the bulge in my pants. I just nodded my head. She turned and picked the other dress up off the bed, then set it back down. She slipped a finger under the shoulder strap of her slip and said, “I can’t wear a slip with this one. It’s too short and tight!” As she slipped the straps off her shoulders and began lowering her slip, she said, “I hope you’re not embarrassed to see me like this. After all, you did see me in the shower.” I stood transfixed as she lowered the slip, exposing her breasts to me completely. The slip dropped to the floor at her feet. She was now naked except for her large white brief panties. As she bent over to pick up her slip off the floor and stood back up, her breasts swung out and back with the movement. She handed the slip to me and asked me to hold it for her. As she turned to pick her dress up off the bed again, she reached behind herself and ran her fingers under the elastic leg bands of her panties, adjusting them over her butt. Then she stepped into her dress and began pulling it up her legs. It was very tight on her and as she pulled it up her thighs, she wiggled back and forth working it up. Her breasts wiggled and swayed with the movement. Her erect nipples danced in front of her breasts. I wished I could suck bahis firmaları on them like a baby. And as I was wishing that, she stopped with her dress pulled just over her round hips to her waist. She must have noticed me staring at her breasts. She reached out to me and said, “Thank you for helping me choose my dress.” And she pulled me to her. She hugged me tightly, holding my head to her soft breasts. I couldn’t believe my face was touching her breasts! I felt my erection rubbing against her leg. I started feeling a bit dizzy. And with an exhale of breath, I shot my load in my pants. She continued holding me as my body shuddered. She released me and I stepped back from her. I looked down at myself and saw a large wet spot spreading on the front of my pants. She must have known I was embarrassed. She said, “Now don’t be embarrassed. It’s understandable that a young man like yourself would get excited looking at my breasts. In fact I’m flattered! I just feel old and overweight sometimes. It’s nice to know I can have this effect on you.” She slipped her arms into the sleeves of her dress and pulled it up over her breasts. She looked incredible in the dress. If fit her like it was painted on. I could see every feature of her erect nipples poking at the material. She pulled at the bottom hem of the dress and stretched it down to the middle of her thighs. It hugged her waist and her hips with determination. “I feel responsible for that,” she said, pointing at the stain on the front of my pants. “Why don’t you step out of those and I’ll rinse them out right away.” Without waiting for me to either protest or agree, she reach for my belt and unbuckled it. Then she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. My erection was still hard and throbbing as she pulled my pants down to the floor. I was wearing a white pair of jockey shorts that also had a big wet spot on them, starting where the tip of my erection pressed against my underwear. She said, “It looks like we better rinse these out too. I used to be a nurse, you know. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ve seen lots of these.” She pulled on the elastic waistband and pulled my underwear down. My penis sprung out, still erect, and pointed straight at her. It was still dripping a little bit. She was on her knees in front of me pulling my underwear down my legs. Her face was just inches from my still erect, throbbing, and dripping penis. The mixture of eroticism and embarrassment was incredible. She took my hand and led me into her bathroom. She dropped my pants and underwear into the sink and ran the water. Then she reached for a wash cloth and wet it under the running water. “We better wash you off too,” she said. She reached for me and cradled my balls as she stroked my penis with the damp wash cloth. I think I moaned as she did this, but I don’t remember for sure. I was in a daze. She rinsed out the wash cloth and reached for me again. This time she held my shaft in one hand while she carefully dabbed and wiped the head of my penis. “There, that’s better,” she said. “Now you have to finish helping me decide between the dresses.” She led me back out into her bedroom then she went into her walk in closet for a moment. When she returned, I was trying to cover myself with my hands. She handed me a big pair of nylon briefs that she had retrieved from the closet. She said, “Here, put these on so you won’t be naked while we finish.” Obligingly, I stepped into her big panties. I pulled their soft, silky material up my legs, then over my erection and up to my waist. They were big and loose enough that they allowed my penis to stick straight out in front of me, unhindered. She looked at me seriously and said “There, that’s nice. Now, what do you think of this dress?” She was so matter-of-fact, that I didn’t feel embarrassed to be standing in front of her in a pair of her panties, talking to her about her dress. I told her I thought it was great! She said, “You don’t think it’s too short?” “Not at all!” “Well the thing about this dress is that when I move around, especially when I squat down or something, it has a tendency to ride up. Watch…”She squatted up and down a couple of times, and sure enough, her dress began to ride up. “See?” “But it’s still not that short,” I said. Her hem was now hovering just below the undercurve of her butt in the back, and just below her crotch in the front. “Well, maybe not,” she said. “But if I go shopping for shoes, I’ll be sitting down. The shoe salesman will probably be able to see right up my dress!” She sat down on the edge of her bed. “Here. Get down here right in front of me like you were helping me with my shoes.” She pointed to the floor in front of her. I knelt down where she pointed and looked up her dress. “Can you see anything?” she asked. “Not really.” She lifted her foot up and placed it on my thigh. “When I raise my foot like this to try on shoes, can you see anything?” I moved my head around and looked directly up her dress. I could clearly see her shimmering white panties, but I lied to her. “I still can’t really see anything.” She put her foot back on the floor and spread her legs about a foot apart. This caused her dress to ride up still higher. I think at this point SHE could probably see her own panties if she leaned forward a bit. I couldn’t lie convincingly about that. “Yeah. I can see the crotch of your panties a little bit now. But it’s still not that noticeable.” Then she stood up. I was still on my knees when she turned her back to me and bent over at the waist. As she did that, the hem of her dress slipped up her hips so that the bottom half of her panties were completely exposed. Even if I had not been kneeling down. It would have been impossible to ignore the exposure of her panties like this. But there I was, inches from her nylon pantied ass. Her puffy pussy lips were pressing at the crotch of her panties. “Well,” I said, “your dress moved up a little higher when you did that, but it’s not like you’re naked. I mean, so what if someone sees your panties, right? If that happens, you can just pull it down again. I’ll be with you and I can keep an eye on it for you and let you know if it creeps up too high.” “So this is the one you want me to wear?” she asked. She was still bent over, with me staring at her round ass. “Well, Okay. But only if you promise to keep a good eye on my hemline for me.” “I will,” I promised. And with that, she stood up, not pulling her dress back down. The hem was now up to the middle of her hips. I could see her panties all the way around. In the front, the material of her panties was sheer enough that I could see the shadow of her pubic triangle. And in the back I could see the shadow of the crack of her ass. When she turned away from me, I touched myself through the silky panties I was wearing. Then I stood up. My erection persisted, pressing against the fabric of the inside of Aunt Karen’s big panties. She looked down at the tent in front of me and said, “My my, that just doesn’t seem to go away, does it!” I reached down and pulled my penis up against my body, covering myself with both hands. She said, “Now go get dressed. I want to leave soon.” And she shooed my out of her room. We did go shopping together that day.We were on our way to the mall when Aunt Karen started talking to me about the “rules.” I don’t remember exactly how she put it, but she talked about how she knew we had both been having fun for the last few days and that she wanted us both to feel comfortable and continue having fun. But she was concerned about my being only 14 years old and that certain things were i*****l for her to do with someone my age. She said she would feel more comfortable if we set out some rules that would protect us both. So the rules ended up going something like this: We could not touch each other in a sexual way – which meant that I couldn’t intentionally touch or caress her breasts, her ass, or her pussy; and that she couldn’t intentionally touch my penis or my ass. She said that it would not be right for her to masturbate in front of me since she was an adult. But said she thought it was okay, since I was a horny young man, that if I needed to relieve myself that it would be okay as long as I didn’t expose my penis to her. That pretty much covered what she thought we shouldn’t do. Then she talked about what she though would be acceptable. It was okay for us to express affection as in the way of a hug or a short kiss. It was okay for us to see each other naked or to see sexual body parts exposed, as long as it was not a “display.” I wasn’t too clear about this at first, but the idea that I got was that we weren’t to prance around in front of each other naked, but if it happened in the normal course of events, it was okay. It was okay with her if I ever wanted to go into her bedroom closet and “enjoy her lingerie” as long as I asked her first. And she said that we could talk about these rules any time, to make sure we had the same understanding about them. She said that the rules should never be broken, but that stretching them a little was okay. I felt better after hearing her rules because now the unspoken had been spoken. We rode in the car together toward the mall. She wore the short stretchy dress that we had decided on earlier. As she worked the pedals of the car, her dress rode up higher and higher. When we stopped at a stop light, she asked me to look under her seat to see if I could find some lipstick that she was missing. I leaned over and reached under her seat. As I did this, my head was next to her knee and I looked up her thigh to the crotch of her white nylon panties. The light turned green and when she took her foot off the brake, her legs spread wider apart. “Nothing?” she said. “Un Uh,” I answered. She reached under her seat as she drove saying, “It must be under here somewhere. It’s the only place I can think it would be.” Her legs were spread even wider to make room as she fished under the seat. The dress had now slipped up to her round hips, exposing the bottom half of her panties. I kept fishing for her lipstick to no avail. I was thoroughly enjoying the view. I was hard as a rock! Then she said, “Maybe it’s on the seat. I’m probably sitting on it. I’ll lift up and you check.” She grabbed my hand which had been under the seat and moved it between her legs. I moved my hand under her ass and felt around on the seat. Since she had moved my hand between her legs rather than reaching under from the side, my forearm rubbed against her pussy as I felt around on the seat. Her pussy felt hot and moist against my arm. She lowered her butt back down so that I could feel her soft ass cheeks rubbing against the back of my hand. She ground her pussy ever so slightly into my forearm. I said, “Isn’t this against your rules about touching?” wanting to make sure I had understood them. “No,” she said. “The rules is that you can’t intentionally touch me in a sexual way. You’re just looking for my lipstick, aren’t you?” She had a slight smirk on her lips. “I guess you’re right,” I answered, now understanding that she intended to push the rules to the limit. And the game was on! I continued feeling around under her ass for her lipstick, my forearm rubbing against her pantied pussy. This continued for a minute longer. I noticed Aunt Karen’s breathing became short and a few beads of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. She must have been very aroused. Then she said, “Here we are!” And she turned into the mall parking lot. She sat back down on her seat and I moved my hand away. When we were parked, Aunt Karen got up on the seat on her knees and leaned over into the back seat. “Maybe it fell back here,” she said. She was kneeling on the middle of the bench seat, right next to me. Her ass stuck up in the air as she bent down into the back seat. Her dress was now up around her waist, her panties completely exposed. I grabbed at my erection as I watched her ass wiggle around next to me. My balls were starting to ache from having a constant erection. She turned her ass toward me as she reached back down on the floor. Her ass was now right in my face. I could see a wet spot forming at the crotch of her panties. I could smell her mixture of perfume and sweet excitement. “Nope. It’s not back here either,” she said as she lifted herself back up and turned around in the seat. She looked down at her exposed panties and said “Hey you’re supposed to be watching out for me so that doesn’t happen!” Then she pulled the dress down over her panties to her thighs. We got out of the car and went into the mall. We went straight to a department store, and into the lingerie section. The store was very quiet. There was a woman hanging things on a rack on the other side of the room. Other than that, we seemed to be pretty much alone. I followed Aunt Karen as she walked around the maze of racks of slips, panties, bras, and nightgowns. The silky material of the lingerie brushed against my arms as I followed her, watching as her dress rode up higher and higher. When she bent down to a lower rack, I caught a look up her dress. When she stood back up, her dress was up higher. I pointed out to her that I could see her panties. She had several items in her hands at this point, that she had picked up off the racks. So she asked me if I wouldn’t mind pulling her dress back down for her. Of course I was happy to oblige, and took my time stretching the dress down over her round hips and ass. She thanked me for keeping an eye on her hemline and continued browsing the racks and selecting items. She said if I saw anything that I’d like her to try on, that I should pick it up and that she’d take it into the dressing room with her other things. So as I followed her, I did pick up a few things for Aunt Karen to try on. I hoped that I would somehow get to see her in these things. I had deliberately selected several items that I knew wouldn’t fit right. I knew that she wore a size 8 panty, so I selected a size 6 and a size 10 for her to try on. I wanted to see her trying to squirm into the ones that were too small for her. And there was something erotic about the thought of seeing her in a pair of big silky nylon panties that were too big on her. Then when we passed the bras, I selected one that I knew would be too small. She wore a 40D, and I selected a 38B, knowing there was no way she could squeeze her big breasts into the small cups. She had selected several nightgowns, slips, and panties to try on. As she led me toward the fitting rooms, I noticed her looking around the department. The sales lady was far on the other side and around a corner. She couldn’t see us. Aunt Karen said, “why don’t you give me a hand with these things,” and led me into the farthest fitting room. The room was very small. It was square – about 4 feet wide and 4 feet long. There was a full-length mirror on the back wall and a hook on the side wall to hang your garments. There was a small stool in the corner. She handed me the things she had in her arms and asked me to hang them on the hook. The room was so small that it seemed impossible for us to keep from bumping into each other. When I turned back around, she had her dress up over her head as she was taking it off. She stood before me in her high-heels, her white nylon briefs, and a white bra that had big thick lace covered cups covering her breasts. I was staring at her bra as she pulled her dress off the top of her head. When she shook her hair out after removing the dress, her breasts wobbled from side to side despite the big utilitarian bra holding them in place. I think I had sported a constant erection since we were in the car. I had pulled my penis upright so that it wouldn’t be so obvious. But I’m sure she could still notice the bulge in the front of my pants. She turned around and bent over to pick her dress up off the floor, and as she bent over, she pushed her panty-covered ass into me, rubbing it against my erection. “These rooms were definitely not made for two!” she said. I agreed. “Why don’t I try on that nightgown first,” she said, pointing to the garments on the hook. I handed her the gown. It was mint green and very sheer. She slipped it on over her head and pulled it down over her breasts and hips. The diaphanous material was almost invisible. It hung loosely to the ground. “Ooooo, this feels nice,” she said. “Here. Feel,” she said, taking my hand and placing it on her hip, then running it up her side and back down to her hip again. “Yes, that does feel nice,” I agreed. I allowed my hand to stay there after she let go of it. I rubbed her hip from the waist of her panties to the elastic leg band and back again. Feeling the way the sheer nightgown slid against the fabric of her panties. “Very nice.” She turned to face the mirror. Having to stand in the center of the small room to see herself, my back was against the wall and she pressed her hip against my crotch as she stood there admiring herself in the mirror. My penis throbbed and I thought I was about to come. “Yes. I like this. I think I’ll get this one,” she said. She moved from in front of the mirror, relieving the pressure on my penis before I came in my pants. Next she tried on some panties. She had selected two different pairs. She asked me to hand her the pair that had a flowered print all over it. Then she asked me to hold them for her for a moment while she took off her panties. She slid her fingers into the waist of her white nylon briefs and began pulling them down. She pulled them down over her hips and her ass and when they got to her mid thigh, she was stuck. With both of us in the room, there wasn’t room enough for her to bend down all the way to take them off. She stood before me with her panties down around her thighs, her pussy exposed to me, and said, “I think I’m going to need your help. I can’t bend over that far in here.” I got down on my knees and held onto her legs briefly to steady myself as I did so. I knelt between her and the garments that were still hanging on the wall. Her exposed pussy was just inches from my face. The hair was neatly trimmed but not completely shaven. “You know what?” she said. I looked up at her as she peered down at me over the shelf of her breasts. “I think I’ll try on these other ones first.” She reached to the hook on the wall above and behind me. Her pussy was now touching my face. My nose was buried in her pubic hair. I smelled a mixture of flowery perfume and her natural musky scent. I breathed in deeply before she moved away. “Will you take those off for me now?” she asked. And I slid her panties down her legs. “Here. Now help me step into these,” she said as she handed me the other pair of panties. These were ivory colored with a lacey front panel. I held them open for her as she stepped into them. When I had them up to her mid thigh, she said she could get them the rest of the way and turned her back to me and bent over to reach for the waist of the panties. As she bent over, her ass was pushed out toward my face. I was still on my knees. At its closest point, I probably could have stuck my tongue out and licked her ass. Then she pulled them up the rest of the way and asked me what I thought. They were beautiful on her, hugging her round curves in luxurious femininity. I told her so. The routine was the same for the second pair of panties. But this time as she turned around to pull them up from her thighs, she bent over to reach for them, pushing her ass toward my face, then she seemed to lose her balance. She kind of hopped and leaned back toward me. As I reached my hands up to steady her, my nose went right into the crack of her ass. So there I knelt with my hands on her hips and my face stuck in her ass, her panties still around her thighs. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! I held my face there as long as I dared. It was probably only for two or three seconds, but it was wonderful! She steadied herself and I asked her if she was okay. She was. She thanked me for catching her. After pulling up the flowered panties, she said she had a bra to match them. She asked me to hand it to her. I grabbed the flowered bra off the hook for her as she began unclasping the bra she was wearing. I think it had about four clasps on it. When she was done, she let it fall forward and down her arms. Her big soft breasts now hung freely. Her nipples were erect and slightly upturned. The flowered bra was the type that clasps in front. She slipped her arms into it and pulled the cups around and clasped them under her breasts. Then she pulled the cups out and away from her chest, allowing her breasts to fall into the large cups. She reached in the cups and arranged her breasts. “What do you think?” she asked, turning this way and that, then looking at herself in the mirror. “Do you think they separate my breasts too much? I like it when a bra gives me a lot of cleavage!” She squeezed her breasts together as she said this. “Well I think it’s beautiful,” I told her. She turned toward me. “Do you like the way it feels?” she asked. “Go ahead. Touch it.” I reached up with both hands and caressed her breasts through the cups of her bra. I could feel her erect nipples pushing at the palms of my hands through the cups as I caressed and squeezed her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. “They feel very good,” I said. Then I corrected myself. “I mean the bra feels very good.” My hands were still on her breasts when she opened her eyes. “Okay, then it’s decided. I’ll get this bra and panty set too!” she said. All that was left were the three items I had picked out for her. She asked me what I had found and I handed her the small pair of briefs. The size 6 pair. “These might be a little small,” she said as she held them and looked at them. “Let me get out of these first.” She unclasped her bra and set her breasts free. As she handed me the bra, her breast brushed my arm. Then she looked down at her panties. “Can you help me with these again?” she asked. I knelt down in front of her and pulled her panties down and off her legs. I then stood in front of her. She was totally naked except for her high-heels. She looked me directly in the eyes and thanked me for helping her with her shopping. She told me that she really appreciated how helpful I was being. And then she gave me a big hug. I held her totally naked body in my arms for just a moment, feeling her soft breasts pressing against my chest and her naked pussy pressing against the bulge in my pants. And as she pulled away, I let my hand drift down to the round cheek of her ass. She held the size 6 panties out to me. “Now help me get into these.” I knelt in front of her and held the panties open for her to step in. I pulled them up to her thighs, then stood back up. She grabbed the waist of the panties, pulling and jumping and wiggling, trying to squeeze her ass into them. Her unfettered breasts bounced around as she did so. I couldn’t believe what she asked me next. The panties were part way up when she stopped. She told me her breasts hurt when they bounce around that much, and would I mind holding them while she tried to get the panties on. So I sunk my fingers into her soft breast flesh and grabbed onto them as she resumed her bouncing and wiggling. I couldn’t believe the feeling. Her breasts were so soft and warm! She finally got the panties up and I reluctantly released her breasts. The panties were on, but were very tight. The waistband dug into her waist and I could see the outline of her puffy pussy lips at the crotch. “These are way too small,” she said, looking into the mirror. “Help me get these off.” So I knelt in front of her and yanked on the waistband of the panties until I got them over her hips and down her legs. Once again, she stood before me totally naked. “Let’s try those other ones you got. Maybe they’ll fit better. So I handed her the size 10’s. She held them out in front of her and they looked huge! They were thin white nylon panties with no ornamentation. Just plain, silky smooth, white nylon panties, big enough for even Aunt Karen’s ample buttocks to seem lost in. I knelt on the floor holding the big waist open for her. She stepped in and I slid the big panties easily up to her thighs. She pulled them up the rest of the way and I stood back up. They fit her very loosely, but not too loosely to stay up by themselves. The excess of soft nylon material lightly caressed her. She said, “well these are kind of big, but they feel really good this way! It feels so soft and silky against my skin.” As she said this, she was touching herself all over the panties, rubbing them against her ass and her pussy. “Do you think they look funny this way?” she asked. “No,” I told her. “They look great like that! And I can imagine how good they must feel!” She invited me to touch them. And I did, running my hands all over them, feeling her body through them. “And is that a bra you got me to try on?” she asked. I handed it to her. It was obvious that the cups were way too small for her breasts. She said, “It looks kind of small, but I’ll try it.” She slipped her arms into the straps and pulled them up over her shoulders. As she reached back behind herself to do the clasps, it caused her to stick her chest out further, making her breasts look even larger. I could tell it was a struggle for her. I offered my help and she let me clasp the bra for her. When she turned around, the cups were up over the tops of her breasts. Her breasts were hanging down below the bra. She tried to pull the cups down over her breasts. And when she did, they flopped out over the top. Then one at a time she pulled the cups out and lifted her breasts into them. The cups were way too small and she kept trying to stuff her nipples into them. But they just kept popping back out. I was enjoying the show tremendously when she finally gave up and said it was no use. She had tried on everything. And we had both had a lot of fun with the situation. At least I know I did! She removed the small bra and the big panties and got back into her original outfit. And we took the items she was going to keep, to the check out stand to purchase them. I could tell that having the new rules was going to be lots of fun! But after all the excitement, I just wanted to find a place to go relieve my tension. I followed her as we walked out of the mall. I stayed about three steps behind her and watched as with almost every step, her dress rode up higher and higher on her hips. The mall wasn’t too busy, but there were some people about. By the time we got to the main entrance to the mall, I was able to see a bit of her white panties peeking out from the bottom of her dress. As we walked out and into the parking lot, the whole bottom half of her panties were showing. I knew she must be aware of it. How could she not be? She had to be putting on the show for my benefit. When she finally stepped into the car, her dress was up around her waist, her panties totally exposed. A man who had just parked next to Aunt Karen’s car, got a great show as she walked past and opened her door. He sat there in his car with his mouth hanging open, watching a woman walk past him with her dress up around her hips and her panties exposed! When I got into the car next to her, I had to reach into my pants to rearrange my erection. As she watched me arrange myself, she said, “that must be really uncomfortable. If you want, you can take one of the new things I just bought and touch yourself with it. That might make you feel better. Don’t you think?” I told her it would make me feel better, but that I thought that was against her rules. She explained that as long as I didn’t expose my penis to her, that it wasn’t against the rules. So I reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the size 10 panties that she had just bought. I d****d them across my lap and they covered me completely. As we pulled out of the mall parking lot, I reached under the big panties and unzipped my pants. I freed my throbbing penis from my pants under the thin white material of the big brief panties. I could see my penis clearly through the sheer material of the panties, and I knew that Aunt Karen could too! It excited me even more, knowing that she could see my penis through the panties as she kept glancing over at me. Technically I was covered and not “exposing my penis” to her. But the 6 inch tent in the panties was obvious, and the sheer material did little to obscure Aunt Karen’s view of my rock hard penis. I began stroking myself through the silky material. I watched Aunt Karen the whole time. She kept looking over at my penis as much as she could while she was driving. I noticed her licking her lips as she watched me. My body started to stiffen. I was on the verge of my orgasm, as I stroked myself with Aunt Karen’s new panties. She said, “Does that feel good?” I nodded my head and mumbled “Uh huh,” as I continued stroking. “Do you like feeling my panties on your cock?” “Uh huh!” “Do you want to shoot off in my panties?” “Yes.” “It’s okay. Go ahead. Shoot your cum in my panties.” We were stopped at a stoplight. She didn’t take her eyes off of me as I threw my head back and orgasmed in her new panties. My penis spasmed over and over again, shooting my cum into her panties, making a huge wet spot where they covered the head of my penis. I grunted involuntarily as I continued stroking and shooting my cum in Aunt Karen’s panties while she watched. In the afternoon, Aunt Karen told me that she was tired and that she was going to take a nap. She asked me if I’d like to lay down with her and take a nap too. Of course I said yes. It was a warm afternoon, but not hot. I walked into her bedroom with her and she went to the window to open it and let some air into the stuffy room. I remember I just stood there at the end of the bed, feeling a bit awkward. She sat on the queensize bed and patted the mattress next to her. “Come on. Lay down,” she said. So I lay on the bed and watched as she stood back up and began taking off her dress. She was wearing a loose fitting dress that buttoned up the front. As she stood between the bed and the window, the bright light from the afternoon sun shone through her dress, vaguely outlining her legs. They were obscured by the half-slip she was apparently wearing underneath. She turned away from the window and faced me. She had started unbuttoning her dress from the top and was down to her waist. I could see her white bra. It’s lace-covered, utilitarian, cone-shaped cups, strained to contain her large breasts. Deep cleavage formed where the cups came together, the cleavage running half way up to her neck. As her hands and arms moved in the unbuttoning process, the ample flesh of her breasts jiggled at the movement. I could now see the waistband of her white nylon slip. As she got down to the lower buttons, she lifted them up rather than bending over to reach them. This caused the hem of her dress to raise up, exposing the two inches of scalloped lace at the bottom of her slip. With two buttons left buttoned, she dropped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “Aren’t you going to get comfortable?” she asked, standing by the bed in her bra and slip. Her hands were on her hips. It was apparent that she was wearing a pair of brightly flowered brief panties underneath. “What do you mean?” I asked, staring at her, mesmerized by her femininity, looking her up and down. “Strip down to your skivvies,” she said. “You should be comfy if you’re going to take a nap.” So I sat up on the edge of the bed and took off my shoes. Aunt Karen walked in front of me and into her walk-in closet to hang up her dress. My shoes and socks were off and I was pulling my shirt off over my head when she walked out of the closet and back around to the other side of the bed. The flowery scent of her perfume followed her as she walked by, her slip swishing from side to side. I stood up to take off my pants as she lay down on the other side of the bed. I was turned away from her as I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. Under my pants I was wearing boxer shorts. My erection popped out of the front opening in my boxers as I slid my pants down my legs. After stepping out of my pants, I arranged my erection back in my boxers and pulled the opening together. My penis stood out in front of me, pushing out the front of my shorts, making a very obvious tent. As I turned around to lay down on the bed, I looked at Aunt Karen. Her eyes were glued to the pulsing tent in my shorts. When I sat down on the bed, my boxers gaped open in the front, exposing the last couple inches of my penis. I covered it up again as I lay down on the bed next to her. I was not exposed, but the tent in my shorts was bobbing up and down with my heartbeat. I looked over at her and she was still staring at my erection. It made me even more excited having her look at me that way. Then she finally said, “night, night” and rolled over on her side, turned away from me. I laid there in bed next to Aunt Karen, looking at her slip covered ass. It was a little wide and very round. I could see the flowered briefs she wore under the slip. The big panties were clearly visible through the sheer nylon slip. Across the middle of her back was her bra strap. It was about 3 inches wide and had 5 clasps holding it together. As I was staring at those clasps, a breeze came through the open window and she said, “I’m cold. Will you spoon me?” This was the first time I had heard the expression, but I knew what she meant. I rolled over on my side and scooted up next to her. I put my arm around her side and my hand fell on her slightly rounded stomach, just between her bra and the waistband of her slip. Her skin was soft and warm. She said, “mmmmm” when I put my arm around her and she scooted her butt back toward me. My erection was sticking out through the opening in the front of my shorts again. When she scooted back toward me, I felt my penis press into the soft flesh between her thighs just below her ass. It was pushing at her nylon slip, stuffing the material between her thighs. She lifted one of her legs slightly, which allowed my throbbing penis to slip completely between her legs. She let her legs fall back together, wrapping my penis in nylon between her warm soft thighs. I felt my erection throbbing with my heartbeat, on the verge of orgasm, and I knew she must have been feeling it too. I lay there perfectly still, afraid to move. Minutes passed as we lay together that way. I listened to her breathing grow slower and deeper until I thought she was asleep. I let my hand move slightly to see if she would stir and she didn’t. I moved my hand up to the cup of her bra. I touched it lightly, feeling the cone-shaped lacey cup in my hand. I let my fingers wander to the edge of the cup and touch the soft skin of her breast. Her breathing remained steady. She didn’t stir. I let my finger trace the line of her cleavage from the top of her chest down to where it met her bra. Then she stirred slightly, she wiggled her ass against me a bit and I thought I was going to shoot off! I moved my hand away from her breast. She settled down and her breathing slowed again. When I thought she was asleep again, I slowly moved my hand down to the waist of her slip. I touched her lightly and she didn’t stir. So I placed my hand on her slip, feeling her panties beneath it. Her breathing remained steady, so I started moving my hand, feeling the way the material of the slip moved against the silky material of the flowered briefs. After doing feeling her panties through her slip for about a minute or two, she stirred again. Except this time, she woke up completely and sat up on the edge of the bed. She let her head hang. She seemed groggy. She mumbled, “God this thing’s uncomfortable” and reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra. With a couple of deft movements of her fingers the five clasps were undone and she leaned forward, letting the bra straps fall down her arms. I laid on my side facing her, with my eyes closed just enough to appear closed. But I could see her plainly through the veil of my eyelashes. I pretended to be asleep. My erection was sticking straight out of the opening in my boxers. But if I moved to cover it up, she’d know I was awake. So I lay there watching her through slits in my eyelids, my exposed erection throbbing, pointing straight at her where she sat on the side of the bed. After letting her bra drop to the floor, she laid back on the bed, now on her back instead of her side. Her large breasts spread out on her chest somewhat, and yet they still managed to defy gravity in a way, sitting up round and full despite the slight spreading that was caused by laying on her back. Her nipples sat proudly on top of those mounds of flesh, pointing straight at the ceiling. They were fully erect, standing up at least a half inch on top of her breasts. The areolas around her nipples were dark and crinkly. I saw her roll her head toward me and look down at the opening in my shorts. When she saw my erection poking out of them, she made an “ooooo” shape with her lips and grabbed her left nipple with her right hand. She kept rolling her nipple between her thumb and index finger, pulling on it a little bit, as she watched my penis throb. I tried to keep my eyelids from fluttering as I watched her. Aunt Karen then rolled over on her side again, turning away from me. I was disappointed that the little show was over, but she soon scooted back toward me, pushing her slip-and-panty covered butt against my erection. I pretended to stir from sleep a bit, and casually put my arm around her again. This time my hand landed right on one of her naked breasts. I felt her erect nipple poking at the center of the palm of my hand. My hand wasn’t big enough to cover her large breast. I just let it lay there on her breast without moving. I didn’t want her to know I was awake and aware of what I was doing. Soon she seemed to fall back to sleep. Her breathing became deeper and slower. I lifted my head up off the pillow to look over at her face. Her mouth was part way opened. And she began making this sound almost like a snore, sort of a rattle in her throat as she was breathing. I knew she must be fast asleep now. So I started moving my hand on her breast. I moved it slowly at first, not wanting to disturb her sleep. I slowly felt her breast all over. It was very soft and warm, but the nipple still protruded proudly. I felt the nipple with my fingers and even pulled on it ever so slightly. When I did this, she smacked her lips a little bit and wiggled her butt, then fell back in to the deep steady rhythm of her breathing. I couldn’t get enough of feeling her breasts. I was rubbing both of them now, softly. It was the best thing I had ever felt! And it didn’t seem to be disturbing her sleep at all! After feeling her breasts, I started moving my hand lower. I moved my hand down to her hip and felt how her slip and panties covered her round hip. Then I slid my hand all the way down her thigh to the bottom of her slip. I slid my hand under the lacey hem of the slip and started slowly sliding it up her thigh. I lifted the slip up as I went, uncovering her bare thigh. When I reached the bottom of her full-cut briefs where they encircled her thigh, I stopped for a moment. I was so turned on by the feeling of reaching under her slip and touching her panties and by the feeling of my erection pressing against her ass, that I thought I was about to cum. I moved my hand away from her panties and tried to think about something else. The feeling slowly subsided. Then I started feeling her panties again. I ran my hand up her hip, then around to the side of her butt, then over to the front panel of the panties. I moved very slowly now, sliding my hand lower and lower. Then I felt her pubic hair beneath her panties. And I thought I was going to cum again so I stopped. Again, after a little wait, the feeling subsided and I continued exploring her body. I moved my hand lower until I felt the puffiness of her pussy. She seemed very warm and a bit damp down there. I touched her very lightly down there, feeling her steamy pussy through her panties. I touched her like that for about a minute or two. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not, but it seemed like she was ever so slightly moving her butt against my erection with the rhythm of my touching her. But her breathing remained deep and her mouth opened. I was sure she was still asleep. So I pulled my hand out from under her slip and carefully moved it to her stomach and slipped my fingers under the waist of her slip. Then I reached the waistband of her panties and slipped my fingers into the top of her briefs. They fit her a little loosely, so there was plenty of room for my hand. I felt the elastic bands of her slip and her briefs around my wrist, and the silky nylon fabric on the back of my hand, as I slipped my whole hand into her panties. My finger tips touched the edge of her pubic hair. Her breathing remained heavy. I kept working my hand down further, following the upside-down triangle of her pubic hair down to the point at the top of her pussy. And right at that point of the triangle, I felt a little knob. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I know now that it was her clitoris. When I touched it, Aunt Karen moaned and started pushing her butt against my erection. So I kept touching her their and she kept moaning. She was moaning louder now and grinding her nylon covered ass against my penis. She was going to make me cum any second… And then she woke up! My hand was down the front of her panties, rubbing her clit and my erection was pressed deeply between the cheeks of her ass. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out of her panties and rolled over to look at me with a shocked look on her face. She was flushed red and panting. And when she rolled over so quickly, it caused her breasts to flop over to the other side, her nipples now pointing straight at me. “My God! What are you doing?” she demanded of me. I lay there looking at her, my throbbing erection sticking out of my boxers. Her breasts were red from the flush of excitement or embarrassment and they heaved with her heavy breathing. I tried not to stare at her big tits. But my eyes kept being drawn to them. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her face. “I said what do you think you’re doing?” she repeated. I tried to explain that I wasn’t doing anything. That I was just sleeping. And she didn’t buy it. She stood up abruptly and put her hands on her hips and glared down at me. She said, “I just woke up with your hand down my panties and you’re going to tell me you were just sleeping!?” “I…I’m sorry.” I said weakly. “Sorry?” she said. “You’re sorry? You know, we have rules for a reason. There are certain things we can’t do. And putting your hand down my panties while I’m sleeping is one of them!!” As she said this, she was wagging her finger at me, pointing it at my face. And as she shook her finger, I couldn’t help but notice the way it made her breasts jiggle. I was staring at her jiggling breasts, mesmerized by their feminine beauty. And her voice seemed to fade as if moving off into the distance. It was like I had tunnel-vision. All I could see before me were her jiggling breasts. I couldn’t move my eyes away and I no longer could focus on her voice. But her finger continued to wag at my face and her breasts jiggled and jiggled. Then finally she pulled me out of my trance by grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my feet. I heard her saying something about teaching me a lesson as she spun me around to face her and sat down on the side of the bed. She was looking up at me, still saying something about making it so I don’t forget the rules next time. I stood before her now as she sat on the bed lecturing me about keeping the rules. I still had a throbbing erection, which was sticking out the front of my shorts. She still held me by one wrist. My erection was pointing at her naked breasts. Then she took me by surprise. She reached out to the bottom of my shorts with both hands and started pulling them down. She did it slowly, but in jerking motions, jerking them down about an inch at a time. When they got down over my hips, my penis was still caught in the opening. She bent it downward until it got past the waistband and my erection sprung free, bobbing in front of her for a few seconds. She pulled my shorts down to my knees, then bent me over her lap. My feet were on the ground and my arms and shoulders were on the bed. I was bent over her lap in a classic spanking position. Except the interesting thing was that my penis had gotten wedged down between her legs right at her crotch. As she shifted her hips to balance me, I felt my penis work its way deeper into her crotch, wrapped in the nylon of her slip and rubbing against the moist crotch of her panties. The sensation was overwhelming! And then she slapped my naked ass with an open hand, landing it square in the middle of one cheek. It stung, but mixed with my excitement, it kind of felt good. Then she smacked the other cheek and it stung in a good way again. She continued talking to me as she did this. Going on and on about how I better never break the rules again. She would smack my bare ass, then leave her hand resting on my butt while she talked, then she’d smack it again. I began lifting my butt up in the air waiting for the smack, then pushing down after the smack. This made it so my penis was moving in and out of the soft nylon covered spot it had found between Aunt Karen’s thighs. She spanked me over and over again. The spanking became rhythmic. She slapped my bare butt over and over again, picking up speed as she did. My thrusting grew at the same speed. I was now fucking her slip covered thighs as she spanked me. “Are you going to be good?” she yelled, as she continued spanking me. “YES,” I said. “YES I promise!! YESSSS!” And with that final “yes” I shot my hot load of semen into the silky slip, which was shoved down between her warm soft thighs. The spanking stopped. She was no longer berating me. She was softly caressing my now reddened buttocks. “There there,” She said. “It’s okay now. I know you’ll be good.” And she helped me up from her lap. My erection was just starting to go down. It was still dripping kaçak iddaa from my orgasm. She pulled my boxers up and turned me around toward the bedroom door and patted my stinging butt and said, “now go get dressed for dinner.” At dinner, Aunt Karen had her hair up in curlers. She was wearing a white terry cloth bathrobe that was tied loosely in front. The robe was tied in such a way that it kept gaping open on top, giving me great peeks at her big soft breasts. As she moved this way and that, the robe would pull to the side, revealing one or the other of her dark, puffy, semi-erect nipples. A couple of times she made feeble attempts to cover them, but then a minute later as she reached to pour herself some milk, one of her breasts flopped out into clear view again. The way she was sitting at the table, the robe split open all the way up to her waist, and I could see that she was wearing a pretty pair of pink nylon brief panties with a little bit of ribbon and lace decoration. I was sitting across the corner of the table from her, and I kept peeking under the corner to see her pretty panties. I found that if I leaned back in my chair a bit, it made the angle perfect for viewing her panties. So I would take a bite of my food, and as I was sitting up to take a bite, I would be ogling her breasts. Then I would sit back to chew and ogle her pink panties. She seemed not to notice the way I was staring at her breasts and her panties. She just kept eating and engaging in some small talk with me, pretending not to notice as she would reach for something on the table and her breast would hang out from between the lapels of her robe. Then I got an idea! As I was cutting my meatloaf, I pretended to slip and knocked a bunch of my peas off my plate and on the floor under the table. I cursed myself and grabbed my napkin, saying, “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up,” as I got up from my chair and crawled under the table. Once under the table, I turned toward Aunt Karen so that I had a direct view of her crotch. Then I began picking up the peas one-by-one as I stared at Aunt Karen’s panty covered crotch. Her knees were slightly parted already, but as she moved and reached for something, she slipped one foot around the outside leg of her chair which caused her knees to spread apart even farther. This made the crotch of her pretty pink panties pull to the side just enough to reveal one pink, puffy, pussy lip. My eyes were glued to that spot as I picked up the peas by the Braille method. When I was almost done, she said, “Oh look. There’s a couple more under my chair!” I couldn’t have asked for a better invitation. I scooted over right between her parted thighs and reached under her chair. My face was not more than six inches from her pussy. I would have loved to have buried my face in her pantied crotch at that moment. I tried to resist, but then pretending to slip, I fell forward, burying my face in her pink panty covered crotch. I savored the several seconds of bliss that I had, enjoying the feminine flowery scent of her perfumed pussy. I rubbed my nose in her pantied crotch before pushing myself away from her and mumbling a, “woops! I’m sorry about that!” She said, “oh, that’s okay. Accidents will happen!” Then she reached down and adjusted the crotch of her panties with both hands, pulling them completely to the side, showing me her wet pink pussy lips before finishing the adjustment. Over what remained of our dinner, Aunt Karen explained her plans to me for the evening. She said that she had a date planned with a man-friend of hers and that she’d be going out around 8:00. She asked if I’d be okay by myself for a few hours, and I assured her that I would. But I have to admit that I was more than a little jealous about her going out on a date. Then she stood up from her chair and came over next to me. The tie to her robe had loosened and her robe was now opened from top to bottom. She reached out to give me a hug as I sat in my chair. She grabbed my head and pressed it to her soft bosom as she said, “you’re such a good boy. I just love having you around!” She held my face in the opening of her robe as she said this. My face was surrounded by her big soft breast flesh. Then she pulled away and bent down to give me a kiss. She kissed me on the lips. I remember her lips being very soft and very wet. The kiss lasted longer than any other kiss she had given me. She moved her soft wet lips against mine for what must have been ten seconds, then ended the kiss with an additional quick peck on the lips as she pulled away. I offered to wash the dishes while she finished getting ready for her date. Just as I was finishing up, wiping down the counters, Aunt Karen called me to her bedroom. When I walked in I heard an, “I’m in here!” coming from her walk-in closet. So I went into her closet to find her looking through her racks of clothes for a dress to wear. She was dressed only in the pink brief panties she had been wearing at dinner, a pink push up bra that did amazing things for her, and a pink pair of three inch classic pumps. Before I go on, I must say more about the bra she was wearing. It was the type of bra that you might expect a b-cup to wear to make her look like a c-cup. It must have been padded. And it was cut on a radical angle to show the maximum of cleavage. With Aunt Karen’s d-cup breasts, the effect was amazing! Her breasts were pushed up and together, creating a long deep line of cleavage from the front clasp of the bra at the bottom, and most of the way up to her neck on the top. The cups of the bra cut across her breasts at such an angle that they only covered half of her big dark areolas surrounding her nipples. The bra was a little small for her and her big breasts overflowed the cups. “I can’t decide what to wear,” she told me as she fingered the different dresses hanging in front of her. “Do you have it narrowed down at all?” I asked. She said she had a few in mind and began showing them to me. The first one was a long sleeved black dress with a deep scooped neckline that would really show off all that cleavage. The skirt of the dress was full and knee length. Another dress she showed me was a tight fitting mini, similar to the one she had worn when we went shopping together. The last one that she showed me was a semi-sheer white dress that was made of some material like chiffon. It had cap sleeves, a button up front (so she could make it as revealing as she wanted) and a flowing skirt of two layers of the chiffon material. It was very feminine and very sexy in a classy, sophisticated way. This was the dress that I liked. She said, “you think so?” as she held it up in front of herself. “Definitely!” I said. As she leaned forward to step into the dress, one of her breasts flopped out of her bra. She stood back up, dropping the dress to the ground and carefully positioned her exposed breast back in the bra cup. Her exposed nipple was very erect. It stood out at least a half inch. It was necessary for her to actually stuff her nipple into the bra’s cup to get it out of sight. The half-moon of her dark areola was still uncovered by the cup. As she bent down to pick up the dress again, her other breast flopped out of the bra. This time she continued pulling the dress up and asked me if I could take care of it for her this time. I said, “you mean?” and I nodded toward her exposed breast. “Yes,” she said looking down at her exposed breast. “Could you stuff that back in my bra for me?” Gladly, I stepped up to her and reached for her breast. As I did this, she shook her hair back over her shoulders which caused her other breast to come out of the bra and both of them jiggled around in front of me. “Damn it!” she said. “I don’t know if I can wear this bra anymore. I can’t even get it to hold my breasts up!” “Here, I’ll get it.” I told her. She stood before me holding her dress up to her hips. I carefully grabbed her right breast with one hand and pulled the cup out with the other. Then I dropped her breast into the cup. Her nipples were even more erect now, standing out probably three quarters of an inch! The nipple of her right breast was still sticking out over the edge of the bra. But rather than just stuffing her nipple into the bra, I grabbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it a little bit as I placed it inside the cup. She moaned softly as I squeezed her nipple. I followed the same procedure on her left breast and got the same reaction from her as I squeezed the other nipple. She looked at me and thanked me with a little twinkle in her eye. Aunt Karen then pulled the dress up over her hips, slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled it the rest of the way up. “Can you get these buttons for me?” she asked. I, of course, was glad to help! The buttons started at her waist and I fastened them slowly and carefully. By the third button, I was beginning to work my way up her cleavage. As I fastened the buttons, I managed to brush my fingers and the backs of my hands against her breasts several times. With the dress buttoned all the way up, there was still an inch or two of cleavage showing at the top. The dress was sheer enough that I could plainly see her bra and panties through the material. I could even make out the shadow of her partially exposed areolas beneath the dress. She twirled around to give me the full view and the dress flew out to the side exposing her legs almost up to her panties. She said, “how do I look?” She looked fantastic, and I told her so. “Do you think I need a slip with this?” she asked. “How do you know if you need a slip?” “You usually wear a slip if you can see through a dress. Isn’t this one kind of see-through?” she said, looking down at herself. “I think it looks good just like it is,” I told her. “Then that’s how I’ll wear it!” she said. “I’m meeting him at a bar, and I don’t think anyone there will have a problem with it.” She grabbed me by my head and pulled me into her bosom. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re such a big help!” I held onto her with my face pressed against her breasts. My pulsing erection pressed into her crotch. We held each other that way for about a minute, she rocking me slowly and I rubbing my hands up and down her back. I rubbed her back lower and lower until I was rubbing my hands lightly over her butt. Then she broke the embrace saying that she needed to find some stockings and a garter. As she pulled open her dresser drawer and bent over to rifle through her stockings, I watched her ass with rapt attention. I could see her pink panties pressing at the sheer fabric of the dress. I couldn’t believe she was going to go out this way. The dress wasn’t completely see-through. But I could definitely make out the color and shape of her panties. And from the front, I could clearly make out the color and shape of her bra. I could even see the dark shadow of her areolas that the bra failed to cover. She found a pair of tan colored stockings. They were the all nylon type that women wore back then. They had a seam up the back, and reinforcement on the foot. She carried them out of the closet and I followed her to her bed. She slipped out of her pink pumps and rolled up the stockings before sliding them over her feet and up her legs. She stood up and lifted up her dress to put on her garter belt. After clasping it around her waist, she asked me if I would help with the garter straps. She showed me how to work them as she turned toward me. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with a perfect view of her panties, garter, and stockings, as she held the front of her dress up to clasp the front straps. I watched carefully as she showed me. Then she turned around and lifted her dress in back, showing me her full round ass covered by the full-cut nylon briefs. I clasped the garter straps as she directed me, taking much pleasure in the view and the feeling of all the feminine fabrics. As I clasped the last one, she said, “damn! I always forget to put the panties on over the garters!” She turned to face me. “See… if I have to pull down my panties to go to the bathroom or to take them off, they’ll be stuck under the garters like this.” As she said this, she pulled her panties down as far as they would go, stopping at the tops of her stockings where they were clasped to the garter. She was flashing me with her pretty triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Yes. I see,” I said, not taking my eyes off her womanhood. She pulled her panties back up and asked me to help her reclasp them. “Can I do them all?” I asked her. “Sure you can,” she replied. “Here, do the ones in back first,” she said. She turned her back to me again. “Just unclasp them and slip them down under my panties.” I did as she directed, unclasping the strap. Then, very slowly, savoring every moment, I slipped my hand into the top of her panties, guiding the strap down her ass. I reached the other hand up from the bottom to grab the clasp. As I did this, the fingertips of the hand reaching up from the bottom grazed her pussy lips. She jumped a little bit in surprise, but didn’t move away. When I pulled the clasp out of the bottom of her panties, I noticed the tips of two of my fingers were wet. I was so excited at this point that my throbbing hard-on was poking a huge tent in my pants. I could hardly keep my hands steady as I clasped the garter strap. Then I followed the same procedure on the other rear strap, again subtly grazing her pussy with my fingertips as I reached up her panties. Then she turned around to face me. She looked down at my lap and seemed pleased to see the thobbing tent in my pants. Then she pulled up the front of her dress for me. She lifted it all the way up so that her panties were completely exposed, and stepped closer to me. I unclasped the first garter strap, then pulled out the waistband of her big pink brief panties with one hand while I put the other hand, holding the garter strap, down her panties. Then I slipped my fingers under the leg band of her panties and slipped them around to the inside of her thigh until I felt her dripping pussy lips with my finger tips. I pushed my hand straight up at that point, meeting my other hand at her triangular pubic bush. Feeling her pussy hair against my hands, I came very close to having a spontaneous orgasm! My body jerked involuntarily like the first spasm of an orgasm. I quickly pulled the garter strap out the leg band of her panties. I didn’t want to come yet. I clasped the garter strap to the front of her stocking, then began the same procedure on the other side. I again reached into the top of her panties and slid one hand down to her pubic hair. Then, as I did on the other side, I slipped my fingers under the leg band of her panties and slid them around toward her warm moist pussy lips. This time, however, when my fingertips touched her pussy lips, she thrust her hips toward me and down a little bit, causing my middle finger to slide easily into her now sopping wet pussy. Immediately, she reached down and grabbed my wrist, pulling my finger out of her. Still holding my wrist, my middle finger glistening with her juices, Aunt Karen looked at me scoldingly and said, “that better have been an accident!” She shook my wrist and said a little more forcefully, “tell me that was an accident!!” “Uh… yes. I’m sorry, Aunt Karen. That was an accident,” I said. “Okay then. Accidents happen. That’s all right. As long as you didn’t do that intentionally.” “No. It was an accident,” I assured her. “Alright. Then let’s get that last garter done.” So again I reached into the top of her pretty panties and stuck my other hand up the leg band. This time I went straight for her pussy, slipping my middle finger and my ring finger easily up her very wet and open pussy. I stuck them all the way up, then pulled back toward myself, rubbing her on the inside. I didn’t know it at the time, but I think now that I must have been rubbing her G-spot. Her knees buckled a little bit and her body shuddered in orgasm. I had two fingers buried in her wet pussy and she was coming on my hand. This was too much for me to take! I too spasmed in an orgasm, shooting my load in my pants. A wet spot started to spread in the front of my pants. “Woops!” I said. “That was another accident, Aunt Karen. I’m sorry!” As I pulled my hand out of her panties with her garter strap, she said, “that’s okay, Honey. Accidents happen!”Aunt Karen left for her date around 8:30 in the evening. I found myself jealous that she had a date, especially dressed the way that she was! She had left by herself, apparently having made arrangements to meet her date at the bar. I was now alone in her house and made a b-line for her bedroom as soon as she left. The agreement we had was that it was okay if I played with her panties and lingerie as long as I asked her first. But I felt slighted at her having a date and decided to flout the rules. As soon as I entered her walk-in closet, I stripped naked. Despite the orgasm I had had just minutes earlier as I was helping Aunt Karen with her stockings, I had a raging erection. It was a thrill to stand naked amid all of her feminine clothing. I walked over to the section of the closet where she hung her slips, grabbed a bunch of them in my hands, pressed them around my throbbing penis, and began slowly fucking her slips. When I grew close to orgasm I stopped, letting the slips fall back. My penis bounced up and down in rhythm with my racing pulse. I waited several minutes to let my erection subside. Then I went to her panty drawer. Her panty drawer was amazing! I have since sought to find a panty drawer to match Aunt Karen’s. To be more accurate, I should say “panty drawers.” She had two of them that were both stuffed full! She had every type of panty you could imagine! She had satin, cotton, and nylon panties in all styles. She had thongs, bikinis, and briefs. But by far, the majority of her panties were briefs. And this was wonderful for me, because I had found out in my stay with Aunt Karen, that the briefs were my favorite – particularly nylon briefs. The abundance of shimmering soft nylon material in her brief panties was so sensuous to the touch and to the eye. As far as I was concerned, the more satiny nylon material, the better! So briefs were definitely my favorite and her largest briefs were the best of the best. So I rummaged through her panty drawers looking for her largest briefs. I pulled out several pairs and laid them across the edge of the drawer. I checked the tags of the panties as I pulled out the large briefs. Most of them were size 8, which probably fit her snuggly. But I noticed that there was a variation in size even among the same size number. Some 8s were larger than others. I took one of the larger pairs that I had found and stepped into them. They were very big on me. The loose nylon material teased my erection as I pulled them up to my waist. I found that when I pulled them up as far as they would go, the waistband came up to the top of my stomach, just below my chest. Wearing these panties, I continued rummaging through Aunt Karen’s panties until I found a size 10. I held them up by the waistband and they looked huge! I put them to my nose and smelled the mixture of a flowery scent and the distinct scent of nylon. I couldn’t wait to get them on. So I slipped out of the panties I had on, and stepped in the size 10s. As I pulled them up over my penis, I noticed a wet spot where the tip of my penis touched the material. I pulled the waistband up to my waist, and the excess of material billowed around my ass and my penis. I grabbed my erection through the material and began stroking myself, saying over and over in my head, “I’m wearing Aunt Karen’s big panties, I’m wearing Aunt Karen’s big panties…” I stopped before I reached orgasm, and searched through her drawer some more. I didn’t think I would find a bigger pair of brief panties than the pair I was wearing. But surprisingly I found a pair of size 12s!! Without even hesitating, I quickly pulled off the size 10s and put on the size 12s. The waistband on these wasn’t tight enough to stay up. When I let go of them, they just slipped down until they caught on my erection. When I pulled them all the way up, they came up to my nipples! I guessed that Aunt Karen liked wearing big silky panties too, because this pair of panties would be big, even on her ample buttocks. The thought of Aunt Karen wearing these panties, and the feeling of all that silky feminine material wrapped around me was too much! I grabbed my penis through the panties and shot a gob of cum into them. My knees buckled slightly as I came. My first thought was, “Oh no! I’m going to have to clean these up so Aunt Karen doesn’t know I’ve been playing with her panties without her permission.” Then I remembered that she had left me to go on a date, and I thought… screw it!! This is what she gets. Then the more I thought about it, the more it excited me, thinking about what she would do if she DID find out! This thought and my jealousy about her being on a date, made me want to cum on everything in the closet! Looking back, I’m amazed at the sexual stamina that I had. Within a minute or two of cumming in her panties, I had another erection! I walked over to her slips, hanging on the other side of the closet, and grabbed a bunch of them, wrapping them around my penis. I began rubbing myself and saying, “I’m fucking Aunt Karen’s slips,” over and over. I stopped and put on one of her half-slips, before continuing. The feeling was overwhelming. I felt another orgasm welling up inside me. Then I heard the front door open! I wasn’t thinking about how much time had passed. It was probably about 2 hours since Aunt Karen left for her date. I wasn’t expecting her back so soon. Instinctively, I yanked the slip off and tossed it in the corner. Then I jumped into my pants and headed out of her bedroom and down the hall, zipping my pants up as I walked. When I got to the living room, Aunt Karen was laying on the couch sobbing. I asked her what was wrong, and she said in slurred speech that her date hadn’t shown up. She had been stood up. She was laying on her back with her knees up and was hugging a pillow. She rolled her knees back and forth as she sobbed. Her dress slid up to her hips and I could see her stocking tops and her panties. She asked me to get her a drink. She told me where the vodka was and said to just put it in a glass with some ice. I did as she said and returned with the drink. She sat up, setting the pillow beside herself and took a long drink from the glass. The sheer top of her dress revealed that her breasts had both partly come out of her push-up bra. I could plainly see both her nipples beneath the chiffon material. They were standing erect and pushing at the sheer fabric. I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. I told her that I couldn’t understand why someone would stand up a sexy woman like her. I said that something must have happened to him, because there would be nothing that could keep me from her if I had a date with her. She thought that was very sweet and she put her head on my shoulder and said thank you. “Do you really think I’m sexy?” she slurred. “I think you’re the sexiest woman alive!” I assured her. “Can’t you tell?” I nodded my head toward the waist of my pants. My erection was standing straight up in my pants and I could see it’s swollen head trying to peek out the top. I was sure Aunt Karen could see it too. That thought excited me even more. She said, “my my!! You really DO think I’m sexy, don’t you!” She took another long drink from her glass of vodka. She must have been very drunk at this point. She held her glass in one hand and pointed at the throbbing head of my penis with the other. She stuck her finger down the waist of my pants and touched the tip of my penis saying, “is that your penis I see?” I mumbled “unh huh” and involuntarily thrust my hips up toward her fleeting touch. “You’re such a bad boy!” she joked. Then she giggled a little and emptied her glass. “What is it that you find sexy about me?” “Well, lots of things,” I said. “Like…” Her head was still on my shoulder, my arm around her shoulder and she began rubbing my bare stomach with her hand. “Well… like your breasts, for instance.” She sat straight up and turned toward me. Then she grabbed her breasts playfully and said, “these ol’ things?” as she looked down at them. “Woops! My nipples seem to’ve popped out!” Then she grabbed both her nipples and tweeked them. The were standing at full attention. “You like my nipples too? I can’t believe I let them come out of my bra like that! I’m such a bad girl!” She seemed very drunk now. “I deserve a spanking for being such a gad birl… I mean bad girl!” she corrected herself. “Don’t cha think?” “Well… I… I…” I stammered. “Yes. I think I do!” she said, standing up in front of me, thrusting her butt toward me. I didn’t know how to handle this situation. Her ass was pointed toward me. I could see her panties and her garter through the chiffon dress. She looked back over her shoulder and slapped herself on the ass, making a crack! sound. Then she lost her balance and fell back onto my lap. “Woops! I lost my balance! Thanks for catching me!” She giggled again, but made no effort to get off my lap. In fact she started rubbing her soft round ass against my erection. Then she reached behind and grabbed my hands and pulled them around her waist, placing them directly on her big soft breasts. I felt her nipples pressing into the palm of my hands. She kept a hold of my hands, forcing me to kneed and fondle her breasts as she continued grinding her ass into my lap. “So you think my breasts are sexy?” she said. “Do you like the way they feel? I grunted a “yes.” “What else do you think is sessy abou’ me?” she slurred. “Well… I like the way your lips feel when you kiss me. They are very soft and wet!” She slid off my lap next to me and turned my head toward her, planting a kiss right on my lips. Then I felt something I had never felt before. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue into my mouth, giving me my first French kiss! I couldn’t believe she was doing this. But I kissed her back, using my tongue too, trying to do the same things she was doing. After about a minute she stopped kissing me and said, “that wachu mean by soft and wet? What else do you think is sexy about me?” I was really starting to like this game (major understatement). I said, “I like the panties you wear. I think you look really sexy in them.” She pulled her dress up to her waist, showing me her big white brief panties. “You mean like these?” she asked, leaving her dress up and her panties exposed. “Yes. Like those.” “Ya mean ya don’ think these ‘r too big?” she asked. “No. Definitely not! I think I’m finding that I like them really big! All that silky material is so sexy!!” “Really!? S funny you mentioned that.” She giggled. “I like ta wear really big panties ‘cause they feel so good. But I’m ‘fraid guys would think think I look silly.” “I would never think you look silly in big panties, Aunt Karen!” “You say the sweetess things!” She planted a wet kiss on my cheek. “Here. Wanna try these on?” she asked as she began pulling down her panties. She stopped when they were at her knees. The triangle of her neatly trimmed pubic bush was exposed to me. “C’mon, stand up!” I stood up in front of her and she unzipped my pants. I was wearing no underwear, so my penis popped straight out, pointing right at Aunt Karen’s face. She had to lean forward as she pulled my pants down my legs, and as she did so, her face met my erection. She let it stay there as she finished pulling down my pants. It rubbed lightly against her cheek. My pants were off and I was standing naked before Aunt Karen as she pulled her panties the rest of the way off. Her garters and stockings made a beautiful frame for her pussy. She handed me her panties and told me to try them on. So I stepped into them and pulled them up. I felt so naughty standing in front of Aunt Karen, wearing her panties! My penis was pushing straight out in front of me, making a tent in the front of the panties. She flicked my penis with her finger, causing it to waggle back and forth, and said, “you really fill out my panties well!” Right after she said that, she laid back on the couch, saying she felt dizzy. That last gulp of vodka was probably creeping up on her. She laid back with her arm over her eyes. One foot was up on the couch with the knee pointed up, and the other still rested on the floor. I looked between her legs and saw her pussy completely exposed. The lips were just parting a little, and she was glistening with moisture. “Can I get you anything?” I asked her. “No, sweetie. Just stay here with me.” “Why don’t I help you off with your shoes,” I offered. “That will probably make you feel better.” “Kay,” she mumbled in agreement. I think she was way too drunk at this point to realize that she had her legs spread as she did. As I grabbed her feet to pull off her pumps, I moved her legs so that they were spread apart even further. Her lips spread open more, revealing the softest smoothest pink flesh I had ever seen. “Is that better?” I asked. “Yeah. But I’m really hot now!! C’n you help me out of some ‘o these clothes?” I helped her roll over on her side so that I could unzip her dress, then peeled it down her front. She rolled back onto her back and her breasts were still uncovered by the lack of material in her push-up bra. Her nipples stood erect. Her areolas were dark and tightly wrinkled. As I pulled her chiffon dress down her body, she lifted her hips to help me get the dress past them. She now laid on the couch with her breasts spilling out of her bra, naked from the waist down except for her garter belt and stockings. “Does that feel better?” I asked. “I still feel hot! Would you go ge’me a cool cloth?” So I went to the bathroom, still wearing only Aunt Karen’s big white panties, and wet a washcloth in the sink and wrung it out. I stood there for a bit, looking at myself in the mirror. Aunt Karen’s panties were very large on me. My erection pushed straight out into the front of them, but there was still enough material that they hung loosely around my hips. I grabbed my erection and stroked it a few times through the material, before going back out into the living room. When I got there, her legs were still splayed open with one foot on the couch and one on the floor. I said, “here’s your cool cloth, Aunt Karen.” “Would you juss wipe me down with that sweetie? I don’t feel like I can move!” So I began with her forehead. She moaned a little as I wiped it across her brow. Then I moved down to her shoulders and down each of her arms. As I reached across her body to wipe her arm on the side away from me, my forearm rubbed against her breast and nipple. She moaned again and shifted a little, causing her breasts to jiggle back and forth slightly. Then I moved to her upper chest, just going down to where her cleavage started. After that I passed over her breasts and lightly rubbed the cool cloth across her round tummy. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She appeared to be asleep. So I took a chance, and moved the cloth up to her breasts. I just touched her breasts lightly to see if she would react. She didn’t. So I set the cloth down and began feeling her breasts with one hand while stroking my erection through her panties that I was wearing with the other hand. Her breathing got heavier and started to rattle a little bit. I carefully unclasped her front-clasping push-up bra, allowing her big soft breasts to spread across her chest. Then I fondled them and gently squeezed them, using both hands now. I couldn’t get over my good fortune! As long as Aunt Karen stayed asleep, I could take my time and enjoy feeling and looking at any part of her body that I wanted to! I looked down at her beautiful pussy. Reluctantly, I released her breasts and moved down by her hips. I knelt on the floor next to her leg which was resting there. I leaned over and looked directly at her sweet pink pussy lips, just inches away from my face. This was the first time I had ever been able to examine a real pussy like this! It was pink and glistening with moisture. The inner lips were parted. And I noticed that there was a little knob at the top where the lips joined. I lightly trailed my finger along the edge of her puffy outer lips. She shifted a little bit and smacked her mouth a couple of times causing me to freeze in place. When she started breathing deeply again, I resumed my exploration. This time I touched her opening where the lips parted. I thought I heard her moan a little bit, but she didn’t move this time. So I slowly, carefully began sliding my index finger into her well-lubricated vagina. It was so warm and soft and slippery! I began stroking myself through the panties again. I soon had my finger all the way inside Aunt Karen’s now-drooling pussy, and began moving it slowly in and out. My finger moved so easily inside of her, that I decided to try adding my middle finger. I now had two fingers moving in and out of Aunt Karen’s pussy. I know if I had not just cum in her closet 30 minutes earlier, I would be cumming right now. But as it was, I knew I could hold out a while longer. I looked down at the place where my penis was poking a tent in the big panties I was wearing, and saw a circle of wetness forming where the tip of my erection pressed at the nylon fabric. As I continued enjoying the sensation of my fingers moving in and out of Aunt Karen’s vagina, my thumb touched the little knob that I had noticed at the top of her inner lips. And when I touched it, I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my fingers. So I touched it again, to see if it was a coincidence. Much to my interest, I noticed her pussy squeeze my fingers when I touched her there the second time! This was fascinating! So I began moving my two fingers in and out of her, while letting my thumb touch the little button. This had an amazing effect! Her juices started flowing so much that I felt it start to run down the back of my hand! Then her pussy started squeezing my fingers so tightly that I could barely move them in and out. But I kept going, doing the same thing, rubbing her button with my thumb and sliding my fingers in and out. Her breathing got shorter and faster. And then where her vaginal muscles were squeezing my fingers, the muscles began to throb, contracting over and over again. Then her body convulsed a little bit and she made a snorting sound and opened her eyes! I immediately pulled my fingers out of her pussy and innocently asked her if she was okay. “Yeah. I’m fine,” she answered groggily. “I was juss havin’ a dream.” She rubbed her eyes and lifted herself up on her elbows. “I think I better get to bed,” she said. “Will you give me a hand?” So I stood up next to the couch, my penis still erect, pressing at the front of the big panties that Aunt Karen had asked me to put on, a wet spot right at the tip of my penis. She seemed to kind of stare at my panty-encased penis as she sat up on the couch and reached up to me. I helped her to her feet. And with her arm around my shoulder, and my arm around her back, we walked down the hall and into her bedroom. As we walked, I could feel her breast bobbing up and down on my hand which was around her side far enough to touch the side of her breast. She flopped down on her bed and moaned. Her words muffled by the pillow she had buried her head in, she mumbled for me to help her out of the rest of her clothes. Her bra was already unclasped. I just slipped the shoulder straps off her arms. Then I unclasped her four garter straps and slid her stockings down her legs. And finally, I unclasped her garter belt and slid it out from underneath her tummy. Her face was turned to the side on her pillow now. Her mouth was open, her breathing heavy. She seemed to have passed out again. She was lying on her stomach, her big round ass was right next to me, completely naked, completely exposed. Her breasts squished out on both of her sides. I reached out and tentatively touched her soft round buttocks. She didn’t stir. I felt her ass now with both hands, one hand on each cheek. I started gently kneading her soft fleshy buttocks. And as I looked down at the crack of her ass, I noticed that it was covered with the slippery juices of her pussy. I ran my finger down the crack of her ass to her anus. She seemed to move a bit, but her breathing remained steady and her mouth gaped open. I spread the cheeks of her ass apart enough to see her puckered pink sphincter, glistening with her own vaginal lubrication. I was overwhelmed with the urge to put my face between the soft cheeks of her ass and smother myself with them. I got up on my knees on the bed, straddling her legs. She didn’t move. I slowly bent forward, and with both of my hands on her ass, spreading her twin globes apart, I buried my face in her ass. Then I squeezed her cheeks together on my face. I didn’t even care if she woke up at this point! I was surprised to find that her ass smelled like flowers! But there was just a hint of her natural scent mixed in, that made the entire experience overwhelming! I spread her cheeks apart again and looked closely at her asshole before beginning to lick it with my tongue. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! The whole reality of the situation overcame me as I had the realization all at once that I was wearing Aunt Karen’s panties as I straddled her naked and sleeping (or u*********s) body with my face buried between the soft cheeks of her ass as I licked and kissed her asshole. Right at that moment of realization, I shot my load in Aunt Karen’s big white panties. After the spasms finished wracking my body, I moved off of Aunt Karen’s legs and fell asleep next to her on her bed. The next morning I awoke before Aunt Karen. I decided it would be best to go to my own bedroom. I wasn’t sure what she would remember from the night before, and didn’t want to push my luck. I still had Aunt Karen’s big white nylon panties on when I got out of bed. So I slid them off and threw them in her closet before going to my room. A couple of hours later, I woke to find Aunt Karen standing over my bed. She was wearing white stockings, a white garter belt, white panties, a big white bra with pointed full cups, and all of this was covered by a diaphanously sheer powder blue robe. In each hand she held a pair of her brief panties. I lay there in bed staring at her, my erection growing quickly under the sheets. I said, “Good morning, Aunt Karen.” She thrust the panties closer to my face. “What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded. “Of what, Aunt Karen?” “I found both of these on the floor of my closet with big cum stains on them!” I stared at her blankly. She didn’t seem to remember what had happened the night before, or at least she wasn’t letting on. “Don’t you remember our rules?” “Yes.” “Well did you ask me if you could play with these?” “N…No.” “That’s right! Now get out of bed,” she said as she grabbed my by the ear and pulled me up. I was naked and stood before her with a throbbing erection. It was such a turn on to be seen naked by her. She looked at my penis as she talked to me. And I looked at her big white pointy bra, under her sheer robe. “I’ll have to think of a special punishment for you,” she said. “But first you’re going to wash out these panties that you soiled!” She led me by my ear to her laundry room and threw the soiled panties into the wash basin, turning on the water. She slammed the laundry detergent down on the counter. “Now you wash those panties out well, and rinse out all the soap. Then I want you to take them out in the back yard and hang them on the line to dry. After that, we’ll discuss your punishment!” She turned and walked out of the laundry room, leaving the door open. I was still naked, standing in front of the wash basin. I lifted up the panties that she had thrown in the basin. I was so turned on by the whole situation…standing naked in the laundry room with the door open so that Aunt Karen could walk by and see me at any moment…holding her panties in my hands…anticipating her punishment. My penis throbbed. I had to stand back from the basin a bit so that my erection didn’t hit it. I had washed the panties, and was now rinsing the soap out of them when Aunt Karen appeared in the doorway. She stood there with her arms folded under her breasts, leaning against the door jam. I looked over at her and she was staring at my erection. I continued rinsing the panties out as she watched me. I was overwhelmed with the eroticism of the situation. When the panties were rinsed clean, I wrung them out and turned toward her. “Now hang them on the line!” she ordered. But she didn’t move from the doorway. As I turned sideways to move past her through the doorway, my erection rubbed against her thigh. I walked down the hallway to the sliding door and opened it, stepping out into Aunt Karen’s back yard, still completely naked. I looked around and decided that none of the neighbors would be able to see me unless they made a serious effort. Nevertheless, the feeling of being outside naked, holding two pairs of Aunt Karen’s panties, was extremely erotic! I turned back to see if she was looking, and she was. She was standing behind the glass doors watching my every move. I reached up to the clothesline and grabbed a few clothespins. I clipped the two pairs of big nylon panties to the line and turned to come back in. Aunt Karen opened the door and let me in. As I walked through the door, she grabbed my arm and turned me toward her forcefully, so that when I stopped turning, my penis continued to waggle back and forth. “I’ve decided on your punishment,” she said. “David comes home tonight, so this is the last day we will be here alone. Your punishment will last until that time. I have set up a chair in the middle of the living room. You are to stand on that chair, without saying a word for the rest of the day. If there is something you feel you must say, you will raise your hand and wait until I give you permission to speak before you say a word. Do you understand me so far?” I nodded. “You will remain naked, or you will wear whatever I give you to wear. And if you get an erection, you will masturbate until your erection goes away. Now I don’t have to explain myself, but I want you to understand why this punishment does not break the rules that we talked about the day we went shopping. When I told you we were not to be naked around each other, I qualified that as only if it was a display. What that means is that I am not to prance around naked in front of you for the purpose of exciting you sexually. And that you are not supposed to expose yourself to me for the same purposes. I’m not the one that is naked here. And you are only naked because I am forcing you to be naked as punishment. So you are not doing any thing wrong. I already told you that it was normal for a young man like you to need to masturbate and that it would be okay as long as you didn’t expose your penis to me. Once again, you’re technically not exposing your penis to me if I’m requiring you to be naked. There will be no straying from this punishment unless there is a life-threatening emergency such as a fire. No matter what happens today, you will remain on that chair, following my rules of punishment.” She shook me by the arm. “Do you understand your punishment?” “What if I have to go to the bathroom?” I asked. “You will raise your hand to let me know you have something to say. Then when you are given permission to speak, you will let me know that you need to relieve yourself and if I see fit, I will give you permission to use the bathroom. Is that clear?” “Yes.” “You understand what you are to do?” “Yes Aunt Karen.” “Good. Then get in the living room and get on your chair.” I walked to the living room with Aunt Karen close behind. I stepped up on the chair and turned around to face her. My throbbing erection was pointing at her bra-covered breasts. She pointed at my penis and said, “You make that go away right now! There are no erections allowed as long as you are standing on that chair!” So I started stroking my erection as Aunt Karen watched. From my vantagepoint, Aunt Karen’s breasts stuck out so far in her pointy bra, that I couldn’t see her feet. I stroked my penis faster and faster as I watched her watching me. My knees started to tremble as I grew close to my orgasm. I couldn’t believe that Aunt Karen was going to stand there right in front of me as I shot my load. My whole body started to shake and I groaned loudly as I began to cum. The first shot landed on Aunt Karen’s bra. The second shot landed on her upper chest and rolled down into her cleavage. I arched my back slightly after that, and the next two shots – the strongest of all of them – hit her in the face. After that the remaining shots landed on her chest, forming a pool in her cleavage. She looked up at me as I let go of my waning erection. Two streaks of cum drooled down her face. She left the room and I heard her running the water in the bathroom. My head was reeling. I felt detached from reality. The whole situation seemed unbelievable… surreal. When Aunt Karen came back into the room, I saw that she had removed her bra. Her naked, heavy, bouncing breasts, were covered only by the diaphanous material of her sheer robe. I assumed that she had removed her bra because I had soiled it. She had a pair of panties in her hand and she held them out to me. They were a big light-blue pair of very sheer brief panties. “Here. Put these on! You like my panties so much, I’m going to make you wear them in front of me. Put them on!” she ordered again as she held them out to me. I did as she said. I stepped into the sheer nylon panties and pulled them up. My penis was still flaccid this soon after such a violent orgasm. But it could be seen clearly through the sheer material of the panties. She left me like that, standing on a chair in the middle of her living room in a pair of her panties. She went into the kitchen and I heard her pick up the phone and dial it. “Hi, June? (pause). . . Hi how are you? (pause) . . . I’m good. But I’m horny as hell!!! (pause). . . Well, I’ve had the neighbor’s boy here for the last week kaçak bahis and it’s just been the two of us in the house. And he’s so cute! (pause) . . . Well, yes, young but so cute! And it’s driving me crazy having him around here. (pause). . . Yes. He’s here right now. Actually he’s being punished. (pause). . . I found out he was playing with my panties while I was out on a date. (pause). . . I know! He’s a little perve, and I love it! (pause). . . How’s he being punished? Well, why don’t you come over and have a cup of tea with me and see for yourself! (pause) . . . Anything you want. How about that short pink dress? (pause) . . . Great! I’ll see you in a few! Bye!” I heard her hang up the phone. She came back out in the living room. “My friend June is coming over shortly, so I’m going to go get changed. You stay right there.” I didn’t know who June was. But this was getting weird! Now I was going to be standing in the middle of the room on a chair in a pair of Aunt Karen’s big sheer panties in front of Aunt Karen AND a stranger I had never met! But the thought excited me. I felt my erection beginning to return. And I stroked it a few times to encourage it as I thought about a strange woman seeing me standing there with a hard-on. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. My heart started racing! My penis throbbed in time with it. Aunt Karen came part way down the hall and called out, “Come on in, June! The door’s unlocked.” I looked at the door and watched the knob turn. The door opened and June stepped in. She was older than Aunt Karen. I wasn’t a good judge of age at the time, but looking back, I’d say she was in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She was a small woman, with short blond hair. She couldn’t have been an inch over five feet tall, but her breasts jutted out in front of her impressively! She wore a skin-tight pale-pink dress that came just below her butt. It had a scoop neck that scooped deeply into her cleavage. She wore no stockings, but she had on a nice pair of 3 inch pumps which did little to increase her small stature. She looked into the living room as she turned to close the door. “Well hello there,” she said. “What have we here?” She walked over toward me scanning me up and down, bringing her eyes back to my erection, which was poking a tent in the front of Aunt Karen’s panties. “What’s your name?” she asked. I pointed to my mouth and shook my head. “Oh I see! You’re not supposed to talk.” She stepped closer to me and I had a perfect view of her deep cleavage. She was so short that my penis was at the height of her face. She touched the tip of my penis with one acrylic-nailed finger and said, “With that, I guess you don’t need to talk!” She grabbed at the low neckline of her dress and pulled it away from her ample breasts, fanning herself. “Wow! It sure is hot in here!” As she held the top of her dress out, I could see no bra that was holding her breasts up. She had a very firm set of breasts, not only for a woman of her age, but for a woman of ANY age! June sat down on the couch in front of me. Her legs were together but not crossed. And I could see her panties up her short dress. They appeared to be pink and very shiny. She sat there for a minute, just fanning herself and staring at my panty covered erection. “That sure is a pretty pair of panties you’re wearing,” she finally said. She stood up and walked over to me again. Her dress had hiked up some and she made no effort to pull it back down. I looked down at myself and was reminded that she could clearly see my penis through the sheer material of the panties. She stood there, inches from me, looking at my throbbing penis through the panties. “I think I better get some cold water,” she said. “It sure is hot in here!” As she walked toward the kitchen she called out to Aunt Karen to let her know she was here. Aunt Karen told her to make herself at home. I could see her shiny pink panties peeking out the bottom of her dress as she walked away. And when she returned, her dress had hiked up even further and I could see the front of the crotch of her panties. Her nipples had become erect and were poking very prominently at the front of her dress. She was obviously an exhibitionist, which is probably why Aunt Karen invited her over. She seemed to enjoy having me look at her as much as she was enjoying looking at me. “So, do you have to just stand there on that chair? Is that your punishment?” she asked. I nodded my head. She slowly walked around me, looking closely at me from all directions. When she came back around to the front, her face was just inches from my panty-covered penis. She was examining me closely. Just then, Aunt Karen came into the room. She was wearing a full-slip that came just to the top of her knees. I could see through the material that she was wearing a bra underneath, and a pair of panties with a garter belt and stockings. “I see you’ve met my friend, June.” I nodded. Looking at the tent in my panties, she said, “I guess it’s safe to say you find her attractive!” I nodded again. “Well you know, June, that part of his punishment is that he’s not allowed to have an erection. If he gets one then he has to make it go away as soon as he can!” Aunt Karen shot June a devilish look at this. “And besides that, he has to do whatever I… let’s make that whatever WE… say.” And with that, she ordered me to take off the panties and stroke myself with them until my erection went away. So I peeled down the panties and stepped out of them. Aunt Karen and her friend, June, were standing so close to me that I could feel their breath on my erect penis. I took the big panties and doubled them over, wrapping them around my erection, and began stroking myself in front of the two ladies. June said, “Ooooo, doesn’t that look nice! Now this is my idea of entertainment!” And she started diddling her erect nipple through the thin material of her skin-tight pink mini dress as she watched me. “Do you like stroking your cock in front of a dirty old woman?” She licked her lips and looked me in the eye as I nodded silently. “I’m such a perverted old broad!” she said to Aunt Karen. “Why do you think I invited you?” responded Aunt Karen. I looked down at my penis, wrapped in nylon panties, and the two older women watching me masturbate. This was an erotic experience that I would never duplicate. This would be (and is still) a frequent subject of my masturbatory fantasies. June pulled at the scooped neckline of her dress again, fanning herself. This time, she pulled the neckline way down. And when she released it, the top parts of the areolas of her nipples were exposed, her nipples on the virge of popping out! “Oh god! I’m such a dirty old woman,” she said. “I’m such a dirty old woman!” she repeated over and over, the mantra of a woman possessed by her sexual feelings. She was looking at my penis as she repeated this. Her face a little closer each time she said it. She was licking her lips and leaving her mouth parted just an inch or two from the swollen tip of my penis, each time she finished the sentence. “I’m such a dirty old woman!” … lips parted, hot breath on my penis, the eyes of both women focused on my erection. “Oooh yes!! I’m such a dirty old woman! Oooooh, fuck yes! I’m such a dirty old woman!” This time she left her mouth gaping open, close enough that she could have stuck out her tongue and flicked the tip of my penis. I couldn’t take it any longer! And I began shooting one spurt of cum after another into June’s open mouth. Most of it went in her mouth. But a little shot onto her cheek. And some dribbled into her deep cleavage. She wiped the cum off of her cheek with her index finger and stuck her finger in her mouth to suck it off. “Mmmmm. You taste good!” she said looking up into my eyes. She looked over at Aunt Karen. “God damn it, Karen! I am SUCH a dirty old woman!” “You certainly are!” Aunt Karen replied. “Here come with me,” she said to June. And they disappeared down the hallway, leaving me standing naked on the chair in the middle of the living room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My head was reeling. When they returned a couple of minutes later, Aunt Karen was carrying an ultra-sheer transparent black full-length night gown. She handed it to me telling me to put it on. I slipped it over my head, putting my arms through the shoulder straps, letting the sheer material cascade down my body. Both of the women examined me. They even ran their hands over my legs, feeling the sheer nylon material. “Very nice!” Aunt Karen said. “Isn’t that a pretty nightgown!” agreed her friend June. “I think I’d like to try it on!” Aunt Karen told me to take off the sheer black nightgown and give it to June. As I slipped the straps off my shoulders and let it slide down my body, June pulled the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders and began to pull the dress down. It peeled off her body, turning inside-out as she pulled it down. When her breasts popped out, I was amazed to see her nipples. They stood at erect attention, pointing straight out in front of her. The aureoles were about 3 inches across, and were the pink color of the inside of your mouth. And her nipples sat in the middle of all that crinkled pink flesh, sticking out at least three-quarters of an inch! She stepped out of her dress and slipped the sheer black nightgown on over her head. It was long on her. The hem dragged on the ground. But she looked fantastic in it. Her big breasts strained the front of the nightgown. The sheer material did nothing to conceal them. The material was so sheer, it was almost as if there was merely a shadow cast on her body. She looked down at herself, pulling her breasts apart so she could see her panties. The sparkling pink nylon bikini panties that she wore, shone through the nightgown. She let go of her breasts and they flopped back together. “I don’t think this looks quite right with the pink panties, Karen, do you?” Aunt Karen replied, “No. Not quite right. Why don’t you take those off and we’ll see if I have something more appropriate in my dresser.” So June reached under the nightgown, hooked her thumbs into the elastic at her hips, and slid her panties down, stepping out of them. Standing there, virtually naked, she handed her pink panties to me and told me to put them on. So I stepped into June’s pink bikini panties and pulled them up. They were much smaller than the panties that Aunt Karen wore. And they were bikinis, so they only had a triangle of nylon cloth in front and back. My weary penis began to thicken again as I pulled June’s panties up to my waist. I didn’t have an erection yet, but the small triangle in the front of the panties was insufficient to cover me. It was pushed out in front so that you could partially see my penis and my balls if you were to look from the side. I could feel wetness in the crotch of the panties where they touched my balls. June must have been quite turned on by this scene to have gotten her panties so wet. Looking at June, I could see the triangle of pubic hair at her crotch now. It was trimmed in the same shape as the front of her panties, which I now wore. As they walked out of the room, I had a beautiful view of June’s ass through the sheer fabric of the black nightgown. A few minutes later, they returned to the living room. June carried several pairs of panties, and Aunt Karen carried a shoebox. They were giggling and whispering to each other conspiratorially as they walked into the room. June handed me the assortment of panties and then sat on the couch in front of me in nothing but the sheer black nightgown. She said, “I want you to models those for me, Karen, so I can decide which ones to wear.” And to me, she said, “I want you to take off my panties now, and put on all of the ones I handed you, to hold them before Karen tries them on.” “All of them?” I asked, momentarily forgetting my vow of silence. Aunt Karen hadn’t forgotten my vow, and smacked me sharply on the butt with her open hand, stinging my behind. “Keep your mouth shut!” she ordered. “You will raise your hand before speaking.” “Yes,” replied June. “I want you to put all of them on at once.” So I took off June’s pink bikinis and tossed them to her. She immediately threw them back, ordering me to put them on my head. So, now naked, I put June’s pink panties on over my head and sniffed in deeply, smelling her womanhood. I felt my penis continue to thicken. She, like Aunt Karen, smelled faintly of flowers. Then I stepped into the panties she had given me, one at a time, until I had six pairs of Aunt Karen’s brief panties on. I again had a raging hard-on, but it was sufficiently covered by the numerous panties, that it was not that obvious. I had not been ordered to masturbate yet. Out the leg hole at the side of my face, I looked through June’s panties as I watched Aunt Karen undress. She first took off her full-slip and dropped it to the ground. She bent over to pick it up. But then rather than setting it aside, she reached out to me, pulled the waistbands of the panties I was wearing out and stuffed her slip down the front of my panties. My penis throbbed at the feeling of having the slip stuffed in around it. And the added stuffing further obscured my erection from view. Next she removed her big white brief panties and again stuffed them down the front of my panties. As she stuffed them down, my penis jumped at the feeling of having all that satiny nylon rubbed against it. She said, “you’re not getting a hard-on again, are you?” I stood motionless as she grabbed at the bulge of nylon fabric surrounding my penis, feeling it, moving it, squeezing it. “Hmmm. I can’t really tell…” she said as she continued fondling my penis through all that material. “Oh well. I guess we’ll find out soon enough!” I was once again hard as a rock. Aunt Karen stood before me wearing nothing but her stockings and garter. Her heavy breasts sagged on her chest. And her friend June sat on the couch in front of me in her sheer black nightgown, now directing the situation. She told me to take of the first of the six pair of Aunt Karen’s briefs that I was wearing, and hand it to Aunt Karen. I did as I was told and watched as Aunt Karen stepped into them and pulled them up her legs. June had Aunt Karen stand in front of her and spin around. Then, satisfied with what she saw, she had Aunt Karen pull off the panties and we followed the same routine with the next four pairs. I had turned June’s bikini panties, which she had made me put over my head, so that I could look out the leg hole and see Aunt Karen’s modeling. At this point I was standing on the chair with one last pair of Aunt Karen’s briefs on, and her slip and her other pair of panties stuffed down the front. The panties were large, giving me plenty of room for my hard-on to stick out straight in front of me… a tent pole surrounded by slip and panty stuffing. Aunt Karen was taking off the last pair of panties that she had modeled for her friend June. And knowing that I would, in a moment, be standing in front of them with my erection in plain view, my heart was pounding in anticipation. I knew that Aunt Karen would make me masturbate again. And although I was beginning to get sore, I couldn’t wait to have them watch me again. For the last pair of panties, June stood up and came over to me. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down. Here face was very close to my crotch as she did this, so when the waistband passed my erection, it sprang out, popping up and hitting June in the face. She looked up at me with an evil grin. And as she pulled the panties down my legs, the slip and panties that had been stuffed down the front fell out, and she kept her face at my crotch with my penis touching her cheek the whole time. Then she pulled them down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Once again, I was naked in front of these two women. Aunt Karen stepped up next to June. Looking at my throbbing erection, she said, “you DO have a hard-on again! Doesn’t he June?” “I think so,” replied June. June stepped aside as Aunt Karen moved in front of me. “Hmmmm. It looks like an erection.” She reached her hand up and grabbed the shaft. “Yes. And it feels like an erection,” she said. “What do you think, June?” June reached up and felt my penis, rubbing her hand all over it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Mmmmmm. Yes. I think he does have an erection!” she agreed. “I don’t think you have the idea of this punishment,” she told me. “You’re not supposed to get an erection! Maybe we need to try something else.” She turned me around and bent me over. My hands were placed on the top of the chair back. My butt was sticking out toward June and Aunt Karen. I glanced under my arm and saw Aunt Karen reaching in the shoebox she had brought out of her room. She pulled out something that I had never seen before. It was about 4 inches long, thicker in the middle than at either end. But one end had a flat surface on it, sort of like a stand or something. It was flesh colored and smooth, and appeared to be made out of some kind of rubber. In her other hand, she had a tube of something that looked kind of like toothpaste. She took the top off the tube and squirted something on the other item as she stepped behind me. Then I felt her squirting something on my asshole. I assumed it was the same thing she had put on the rubber thing. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she had in mind. She began rubbing the tip of the thing against my butthole as she began talking… “This is a buttplug. I’m going to stick this in your butt, and you’re going to keep it there until I tell you to take it out.” This was beyond anything that I had ever imagined that people do. On the one hand, I thought it was really strange. But I was so turned on, that I was actually looking forward to having her stick that thing up my ass! Slowly she began easing it in. It stretched my ass further and further until finally it got past the thick part in the middle. Then it slipped right in the rest of the way, up to the flat part on the end. Aunt Karen stood me up and turned me around. Then she stood back and looked at me. “You look ridiculous with those panties on your head,” she said. “June, will you take those off of him?” I leaned my head down and June pulled her bikini panties off my head. “Now,” Aunt Karen continued. “You will hold that in your ass, and you will make that obscene erection go away!” I wasn’t sure how many times I had cum in the last 24 hours. But I knew I was near my limit. My penis was erect and throbbing, but it was sore too. And I didn’t know if I’d be able to get another erection for a while if I made it cum again. So I formulated a plan. I was not going to just stroke it until I came. I was going to make it last as long as possible. It would be much easier to make it last after having already cum several times. So I began stroking my penis slowly, watching them watch me. They both watched, salivating like hungry dogs looking at a piece of raw meat. I LOVED it!! They were devouring my erection with their eyes. Then instead of stroking it, I grabbed my penis close to the base and began shaking it up and down, flinging it around in front of their faces. I felt in control now. I was putting on a show for an enraptured audience. Then I grabbed my balls with my left hand and began shaking them up and back, which made my penis bob up and down. June turned to Aunt Karen and said, “God, he’s got a nice cock! It’s making me thirsty looking at it.” She licked her lips, “Why don’t you go get us a cocktail, Karen.” Aunt Karen went into the kitchen saying, “don’t let me miss anything!” She was wearing just her brief panties, stockings, garters and heels. As she turned and walked away, her large naked breasts bobbed and swayed. And when I heard ice clinking in some glasses, June looked up at me and whispered, “don’t tell Karen…” Then she leaned forward and took my erection into her mouth and began sucking on it. It was the first time my cock had been sucked. And it has never been sucked better since! As she quickly worked on my erect penis, I looked down at her from my perch on the chair. I was up high enough that she didn’t have to bend over to take me into her mouth. As I looked down, I could see her big firm breasts pressing at the sheer fabric in the front of her black nightgown. In the kitchen, a cabinet door closed and I heard Aunt Karen’s high heels clicking on the floor as she walked out of the kitchen. June released me from her mouth before Aunt Karen could see what she was doing, but she didn’t move from her position in front of me. My penis was glistening with June’s saliva and was visibly throbbing with my heartbeat. June turned to Aunt Karen and took one of the two drinks that Aunt Karen held. They both took a big drink from their glasses. The drinks must have been very strong because they both made a strange expression after taking a drink. June said, “Wow! You sure know how to pour a drink!” Then she put the glass to her lips and drank the rest of it down. Handing the glass to Aunt Karen, she said, “could you make me another?” “Coming right up!” Aunt Karen replied as she turned and headed back into the kitchen. June immediately went down on me again, sucking and slurping on my throbbing erection. But it only lasted a minute. Aunt Karen returned even more quickly this time, carrying a fresh drink for June and another for herself, as well. Aunt Karen told me that I had better hurry up and make my obscene erection go away. And then they clinked glasses and downed their second drinks. So I resumed slowly stroking my penis, trying to make it last. After two or three minutes of teasing them with my erection, Aunt Karen told me that I was taking too long, that I had better hurry up and cum! Then June said, “maybe he just needs a little inspiration!” And she turned to me and started talking dirty to me. She grabbed at her big breasts through the sheer black material of her nightgown, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. “Oh, yeah! I love your big cock! I want you to shoot your hot cum all over my big tits. Yeah, that’s it. Stroke it for me. Oh yeah, I want you to shoot your cum on my face. I want to lick your cum off my chin.” I couldn’t take it! I was on the verge of another orgasm and I couldn’t stop. As June squeezed her tits together, and said, “Oh yeah, that’s it! Make your big cock shoot on my big tits,” I felt the first wave welling up inside me. The first shot hit June in the face, the second shot landed on her neck, and then the rest landed in the very large target of cleavage that she held up for me, messing up the nice sheer black nylon material of the nightgown. My legs collapsed after my orgasm, and I sat down on the chair. When I looked up, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Aunt Karen was kissing June and licking my cum off her face! June was fondling Aunt Karen’s huge naked breasts and tweaking her nipples. Aunt Karen broke off the kiss for a moment and said “I guess your punishment is over for now. We’ll talk about this more later.” Then she took June’s hand and they walked down the hall toward Aunt Karen’s bedroom. As Aunt Karen and her older friend June walked down the hallway toward Aunt Karen’s bedroom, I sat on the chair in the middle of the living room, in a state of shock from all that had happened. I began hearing giggling and the clinking of glasses coming from the bedroom. I stood up and walked toward the bedroom door. As I walked down the hall, I felt the butt plug still in my ass. It felt kind of good, in a nasty sort of way, so I left it there. The door was slightly ajar, so I peeked in at them. They were on the bed. They had brought a bottle of liquor and were drinking it quite freely as they chatted. I listened in on their conversation. June, still wearing the very sheer black nylon nightgown, said, “God! When he shot his cum on me I thought I had died and gone to heaven! I have never seen so much cum come out of a penis! Look what he did to your nightgown!” She pointed out the gobs of cum that were covering her breasts. “Yes. You should probably take that off so I can wash it. Better yet, let’s give it to him to wash it. He’s the one who messed it up!” She giggled a devilish giggle as she reached over to help June pull the nightgown off over her head, leaving June totally naked. “June, your nipples are so hard! Are you still turned on?” she asked as she reached out to feel June’s huge breasts. “Isn’t it obvious?” replied June, looking down at her nipples which stood out an inch from her breasts. “You seem to be turned on yourself, Karen! Look at your nipples, for God’s sake!” June reached out and grabbed Aunt Karen’s nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. They fondled each other’s breasts for a few moments before Aunt Karen said, “Now take the nightgown in to him and tell him to wash it by hand and get all the cum out of it.” “Should I put something on?” June asked. “I have just the thing!” Aunt Karen jumped up from the bed, making her heavy breasts sway and jiggle as she walked into her closet. She came out with a sheer white nylon robe that had a feathery collar around it. It had short sleeves and it tied at the top, having nothing else to keep it together. She handed it to June, who slipped into it and tied it at her neck. “How’s that?” asked June as she did a quick spin and caught herself, almost falling down. “Just one other thing…” Aunt Karen went back into her closet and came out with a pair of high-heel slippers with the same downy feathers across the top. They looked great on June. The little robe did little to cover her buxom figure. Her breasts, pressing at the front of the robe, were clearly visible through the fabric. The front gaped enough to show her naked cleavage where the robe separated. The robe came to about the middle of her rounded hips, doing nothing to cover her pubic triangle or her ass. “Perfect!” exclaimed Aunt Karen. “Now bring him the nightgown.” I darted back into the living room so they wouldn’t know I had been eavesdropping. June stepped into the living room just after I had settled onto the couch. I had been pulling on my limp, overworked penis as I stood peeping on them through the cracked bedroom door. So, although I didn’t have a hard-on, my young penis was full and hanging low. It was such a turn on to have this older woman looking at my naked body. She seemed a little more than tipsy as she came into the room. She stumbled a little bit and giggled. She was holding the soiled nightgown in one hand, and staring at my penis hanging between my legs. She looked so hot in the little white nightie. I couldn’t believe how big her breasts were and how long her nipples were! Those long nipples were poking at the sheer fabric of the little white robe as she bent over to hand me the soiled nightgown. “Thisisforyou” she slurred as she placed the black nightgown in my lap. And as she leaned forward, she just kept coming, unable to stop her momentum. Her hands landed on the wall above the couch. Her big soft breasts were pressed into my face. And she ended up in a straddling position, kneeling across my lap. The only thing that was keeping her wet pussy from pressing into my swelling cock, was the black nightgown in my lap. “Woops!” she said as she landed on me. But she didn’t make any effort to get off of me. She sat there on my lap with her breasts surrounding my face. My amazingly resilient teenage penis was quickly coming back to life, trying to press through the fabric of the black nightgown, into her soft, wet womanhood. She reached down between her legs and grabbed the nightgown, pulling it out from between us. The feeling of that soft nylon fabric sliding over my penis was all that it took to bring it back to full attention. June leaned back a little, allowing me to breathe again. I looked up from her breasts to her face. She held the nightgown and was saying that Aunt Karen wanted me to wash the cum stains out of her nightgown. As she was speaking, she was absentmindedly grinding her hips on me. And my now throbbing erection was poking at the wet lips of her mature pussy. Just as I began feeling the head of my penis slipping inside her, she would lift up a little bit keeping me from entering her. She was driving me crazy! She was taking her time explaining how I should wash it by hand very carefully because it was very delicate fabric. All the while, her breasts were bobbing in front of my face and her dripping pussy was teasing the tip of my penis. As she stood up, she told me to come into the washroom with her and she’d make sure I did it right. So I followed June down the hallway, watching her butt wiggle as she walked. I felt the buttplug in my ass as I walked. My erection followed her like the needle of a compass. In the laundry room, she put the nightgown in the sink and poured in some Woolite and turned on the water. As the water ran, she instructed me to stand behind her and reach around so I could follow her hands and do as she did. So I came up behind her and reached my arms under her arms. I was a little taller than her, so I could see over her shoulder. My arms brushed against the underside of her big heavy breasts as I reached into the sink with her. She grabbed my arms and pulled me even closer. My erect penis pushed into the crack of her ass. She said, “there, that’s better. You need to be really close so that I can control your hands.” She seemed to be ignoring the fact that the tip of my penis was pressing between the big soft cheeks of her ass. But as she pulled me closer, she wiggle her ass a little bit, working my erection deeper into her butt crack. She grabbed my hands and moved them over the wet nightgown instructing me to work the soap into it. “Just massage the material like it is a pair of breasts,” she said. “Like this.” And she moved my wet hands to her nylon covered breasts. “Don’t be afraid. Just grab them and feel them. Yes that’s it. That’s how you should be washing the nightgown.” I continued fondling and kneading her big soft breasts. I felt her long nipples grow erect, pressing in to the palms of my hands. “Yes. That’s it,” she repeated. “Now just do that to the nightgown.” She grabbed my hands and leaned forward, guiding my hands into the deep laundry sink. Her ass pushed back toward me as she leaned forward. And as I leaned forward with her, I felt my erection slip into her soft wet pussy. She didn’t even seem to notice at first. She kept guiding my hands as I washed the black nightgown. My head was reeling! I couldn’t believe I had my penis up June’s pussy. This hot, sexy woman was more than three times my age! But after what was probably 10 heavenly seconds, June abruptly straightened up, reached back, and pulled my penis out of her. But all she said was, “keep your mind on the laundry,” as she shook her finger at me. She slipped away from me and headed for the door. She stopped in the doorway giving me a breathtaking profile of her large breasts and erect nipples through the sheer white nylon of her short robe. She said, “when you’re done washing it, rinse it out real well and come get a hanger out of the closet to hang it on. You don’t want to put that in the dryer!” When the nightgown was washed and rinsed, I turned off the water and left it in the sink. Now that the water was off, I could hear Aunt Karen and June giggling and clinking glasses in the bedroom. I was still totally naked. I looked down and my penis was no longer erect, but was still hanging low and heavy, half-erect. The thought of walking into the bedroom naked in front of these two older women excited me. I wanted to show them my fully-erect penis. So I reached down and tugged on it a few times, quickly bringing it to attention, and walked into the bedroom proudly displaying myself to them. I felt the buttplug in my ass with each step I took. They were on the bed, drinking and getting drunker by the minute. June said “My my! Look at you! Don’t you have a pretty penis!” I wasn’t sure that having a pretty penis was a good thing, but it made me even more turned on to hear her talking openly about it. “Doesn’t he have a pretty penis, Karen?” Aunt Karen squinted her eyes and said, “I don’t know. I can’t see it very well from this far away!” “Come over here, sweety. Let Aunt Karen have a closer look.” So I walked over to Aunt Karen’s side of the bed and stood with my penis bobbing and throbbing just inches from her face. “Is that close enough?” I asked innocently. “Yes,” replied Aunt Karen. “And you’re right, June. He does have a verrrrry pretty penis! But you know he really shouldn’t be walking around with it on display like this.” And to me she said, “Why don’t you go in my closet and find something to cover yourself with.” So I went into her closet and began looking through all her things. I heard them whispering and giggling and drinking as I took my time exploring Aunt Karen’s closet. First I looked through her panty drawer and found a huge pair of nylon, size-12, brief panties. They were very sheer and soft. I rubbed them on my hard cock a few times before holding open the big waist band and stepping into them. They were pale blue and had lace at the front of the leg bands. The waist was so big, that they barely stayed up. The front of the panties tented out with my erection. I then looked for a slip to wear. I found one made of almost the same material as the panties and tried it on. It was a half slip with lace at the bottom and a slit running half way up the side. I rubbed the slip against my panty covered erection and felt the sensuous feeling of the materials rubbing against each other and me. Then I looked through her nightgowns hanging on the rack. I found a long pink nylon nightgown that was very full cut with lots of silky nylon material. I grabbed the hem of it and rubbed it against my panty and slip covered penis. The sensation was overwhelming and I almost came in my panties… But I held back. I took the nightgown from its hanger and put it on over my head, feeling the silky material cascade down over my body as I stuck my head and arms into their appropriate holes. I rubbed the material against my hips and ass and penis, enjoying the feeling. Then I realized that it had grown very quiet out in the bedroom. I peeked my head out of the walk-in closet and saw the two older women lying on the bed asleep or passed out. I stepped into the bedroom and tiptoed over to the bed. “Aunt Karen”? I whispered. “Are you awake?” No answer. “June?” I said a little louder. Nothing. I started rubbing my cock through the three layers of silky nylon as I watched these two sexy women passed out on the bed. Aunt Karen was wearing a big pair of full-cut brief panties with stockings and garter. Her big soft breasts were naked. She was lying on her back, and her breasts were somewhat flattened and hanging down in her armpits. June was lying on her stomach. Her soft round ass was only half covered by the sheer white material of her shorty robe. She still wore the feathery slippers on her feet. I reached out and shook one of those slippers. “June?” I said in a full voice now. “Are you awake?” There was no reaction except the continued heavy breathing of a woman sleeping. The bottle of liquor was on the nightstand, now empty. I walked around the bed to Aunt Karen’s side. I shook her arm. “Aunt Karen?” Still no reaction. I reached down and touched one of her breasts. Her breathing remained slow and deep. I lifted both of her breasts up on top of her chest and fondled their soft flesh. Her areolas puckered and her nipples grew erect. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it hungrily. It nearly filled my mouth! I switched to the other nipple and sucked on it. Aunt Karen’s mouth fell open and she continued breathing deeply. I moved back around to the other side of the bed and gazed at June’s still body. I leaned forward and put my face just a few inches from the crack of her soft round ass. I grabbed one cheek of her ass in each hand and kneaded the soft flesh. It felt heavenly! As I pulled her cheeks apart, I could see her puckered asshole. It was clean and pink. I breathed in deeply and smelled the faint aroma of her ass mixed in with the stronger, flowery aroma of her perfume. It made my head spin. It was apparent that both of the women were passed out cold. I could do anything to them that I wanted. I reached down and spread June’s legs farther apart. Then I grabbed her ass cheeks again and spread them apart as I had before. This time, not only could I see her pink puckered asshole, but just below that I could also see the pink flower of her womanhood glistening with moisture. I leaned forward and licked the crack of her ass from her dripping pussy, past her puckered sphincter, all the way up to the top of her ass. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have my face buried in her abundant buttocks, so I got up onto the bed between her legs, hiking the nightgown and the slip that I was wearing, up to my hips. For a moment I just knelt there with one hand around my penis, stroking myself with the nylon material now bunched around my lap, as I gazed at June’s legs, buttocks, pussy, and asshole, all displayed before me. Then I bent forward. I spread June’s ass cheeks apart and buried my face between them, sticking my tongue as deeply into her asshole as I could. I squeezed her soft buttocks around my face and continued tonguing her puckered hole for as long as I could hold my breath. As I knelt there with my hands on June’s ass, I looked over at Aunt Karen laying there in just her panties and stockings. I stroked my erection through the big panties I was wearing as I looked over at her. She was a big woman, but the panties she wore were even large on her. They were probably the same size as the ones I was now wearing. I reached over and touched the front of them, feeling the tuft of pubic hair that she left untrimmed above her pussy. A few dark hairs poked through the material and the rest of her pubic triangle was half visible through the sheer material of her panties. I felt down between her legs, and the crotch of her panties was damp. I moved across the bed and made a space between Aunt Karen’s legs. Then, leaning forward, I stuck my face into the crotch of her panties. I could smell her arousal. I pulled the leg of her panties aside and there, staring me right in the face, was Aunt Karen’s beautiful pink pussy. I looked closely at it. This was my first opportunity to really examine a woman’s private parts. There were puffy outer lips surrounding another set of lips that were in between. The inner lips parted slightly at the bottom and I could see the opening of her vagina. Up at the top of the lips was a little nub that looked like a very small penis. I bent forward and sucked that small nub into my mouth, sucking on it like I had sucked on her nipples. When I did this, and moved away to look at her again, I noticed that the opening in her inner lips had spread even wider. So I inserted one finger into the opening and felt the soft, warm, wet, inner walls of her vagina. I remembered how my penis had slipped into June’s vagina in the laundry room, and wanted to feel that again. So I pulled the leg of my own panties to the side, and freed my erection. Then I lifted Aunt Karen’s knees and separated her legs a little more. The anticipation I felt was sweet torture. I scooted a little closer to her until the head of my throbbing penis was just grazing her moist lips. Then slowly, ever-so-slowly, I eased my penis into her wet womanhood. Deeper and deeper and deeper I went, until I felt my balls touch her ass. I stayed there, with my penis buried in her, not moving, on the verge of exploding. I reached forward and grabbed both of her breasts in my hands and fondled them, kneading them, and squeezing her nipples. Then with my erection buried in Aunt Karen, I reached over and stuck my finger into June’s wet flower. I explored her smooth inner walls as I knelt motionless with my penis surrounded by Aunt Karen’s soft, warm, wetness. Then, I pulled my finger out of June’s pussy. And with my finger wet from June’s juices, I inserted it slowly into her little pink asshole. It may have been my imagination, but it seemed as though June pushed her ass up to take my finger in deeper. Now, having grown more accustomed to the feeling of my penis in Aunt Karen’s vagina, I was able to start moving it in and out. I moved very slowly though. And I continued fingering June’s ass as I moved. If I hadn’t already come at least four times today, I’m sure I would have already lost control and shot my load into Aunt Karen. But as it was, I now started feeling like I might be able to make this last a little while longer. As I picked up the pace, Aunt Karen’s large, soft breasts began swaying up and down on her chest. The sight of her jiggling breasts almost sent me over the top. So I stopped moving for a moment, moving my attention back to June. I slid my finger out of her sphincter and her hole remained slightly open! For some reason, I was fascinated by her little asshole, and I wondered what it would be like to stick my penis in there. I carefully slid my erection out of Aunt Karen and looked down at it. It was literally dripping with her juices. I moved back over to June, and knelt between her legs again. Her ass pointed up at me invitingly. Once again, I leaned forward and buried my face in her ass, sticking my tongue into her hole. Then I licked up and down her crack, leaving as much of my saliva on her as I could. Satisfied that she was sufficiently lubricated, I leaned forward with one hand on either side of her, my penis poised at the opening of her anus. It did not go in nearly as easily as it had eased into Aunt Karen’s vagina. But after the swollen head of my penis had entered, the rest of my penis filled her rectum easily. I held still as I had when I first entered Aunt Karen’s vagina. Then I slowly eased it part way out and eased it back in again. I began doing this over and over again, very slowly, until a minute or two later when I began feeling a throbbing. I stopped my movement and concentrated on the feeling. It wasn’t coming from me. It was June’s sphincter tightening and throbbing around my shaft. I didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back, I know now that she was having an orgasm in her sleep. I held still as I felt her rectum grab and pull at my penis. It felt as though her ass was trying to suck the semen right out of me. I was very close to coming myself and wanted it to continue. So as soon as June’s throbbing subsided, I pulled my erection from her ass, and knelt back up between her legs. Then I realized that if I wanted to continue this, that I should probably go wash off my penis. So I went out into the master bathroom and pulled the nightgown off over my head. Then I slid the half-slip down my legs and finally stepped out of Aunt Karen’s huge panties. I washed with soap and water, toweled myself off, and went back into the bedroom naked. I went to June’s side of the bed and carefully rolled her over onto her back. Her breasts were a bit larger than Aunt Karen’s and they sat up on her chest a little bit more. But their nipples were strikingly similar… big puckered pink areolas, and long erect nipples. They now lay side by side with their arms touching. In my mind, I had decided how I wanted to finish this. Aunt Karen’s legs were still bent with her knees up and spread apart. I pulled Aunt Karen’s big panties down and off her legs, putting her legs back into the same position. I put June’s legs in the same position as Aunt Karen’s. I knelt on the bed between Aunt Karen’s legs and slid my erection into her wet vagina. I moved in and out more quickly than I had before, causing her breasts to jiggle wildly on her chest. I did this for about 15 or 20 strokes, then I moved over to June. I got between her parted thighs and slid my penis into her dripping pussy, pumping her until her breasts started hitting her in the face. Then I switched back to Aunt Karen for a bit, and back to June. I moved back and forth between them for several minutes until I couldn’t take it any more. I had decided that I wanted to finish this by shooting my sperm deep into Aunt Karen’s asshole. I had known this woman all of my short life, and the thought of sticking my penis in her ass and shooting my sperm into her rectum was the nastiest, sexiest thing I could imagine. So I rolled her over onto her stomach and bent down to her. Her ass was a little bigger than June’s but no less sweet! I licked her crack up and down, depositing as much saliva on her ass as I could. Then I scooted up and started easing my erection into her hole. As with June, it was a tight fit until the head was in, then the shaft followed more easily. I leaned forward and laid down on her back. My penis was now buried in her rectum. Her head was turned to the side and I began whispering in her ear as I slowly moved in and out of her. “Oh Aunt Karen, it feels so good to have my penis in your ass. Do you like my penis in your ass? Oh yeah… I love the way your ass sucks my penis.” It felt so nasty to be saying these things to her. I slid my swollen penis in and out of her ass as I said, “Oh Aunt Karen, I love you. I want to shoot my sperm in your ass. God, I love the feeling of pushing against your big soft ass. I feel like I’m going to shoot it. Oh yes! I’m going to shoot it in your ass, Aunt Karen! Here it comes! Oh oh, oh yeah. Here it comes.” Just then I felt Aunt Karen’s sphincter starting to spasm just as June’s had. Her ass was squeezing and pulling at my penis. Over and over it throbbed, pulling and sucking at my penis. And I went over the edge, shooting every drop of my semen deep into Aunt Karen’s rectum. I felt like my entire body wanted to shoot out through my penis and into her throbbing rectum. When I had nothing more to give, her ass continued to suck and pull and squeeze my penis as if trying to extract one more drop from me. Then, finally, the sensation subsided and I lay spent on top of her. Later that day, Dave (my friend and Aunt Karen’s son) returned home from his orchestra tour. I had taken a nap, exhausted from the morning’s activities. And upon awakening early that evening, June was gone, Aunt Karen was up and about, and Dave was home. Aunt Karen acted as though nothing had ever happened between us. And when I went home the next day she left me with the same soft wet kiss that she had greeted me with, two weeks earlier.

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