Auntie Brenda.

The only adult relative where there was any sexual adventures was my auntie Brenda. This was in 1964 when I was thirteen and happened a few times. I would go to her house to babysit on a Saturday night. She and my uncle had two small boys and they only went out on Saturday nights to the pub or pictures. I would arrive just after teatime and she was getting the k**s ready for bed. She’d call me up to the k**’s bedroom to help her while uncle was downstairs watching the television. After they were in bed, she’d somehow, while maintaining my attention in conversation either lead me into the bathroom or her bedroom. Once there, and without any pause in the conversation, she’d hike her skirt up and start putting on a pair of stockings. All this would take time as she stretched the stocking before putting it on giving me a clear view of the lower portion of her white knickers.

It would be unfair to call me a novice given my sexual activities with my s****r, but for some reason all of aunty Brenda’s antics just went over my head. Then one day, which I’m sure she had planned for this, reached my cock head rather than my cerebral head. Aunty Brenda became a sex object as my hardening cock made clear one particular Saturday. She must have known that she was giving me erections as she now became more blatant and moved her “show” downstairs where uncle was. At first she would put her stockings on or take them off behind an armchair. Then it was out in the open after waiting to see if her husband made any objections. He never seemed to notice as I squirmed on the sofa pretending to watch the television with him. Relief came after they had gone out and I’d raid the laundry basket for her used knickers. She was definitely one step ahead of me as there would always be a freshly worn pair waiting for me on the top of the laundry. Still warm, still sticky with her pussy juice. In no time I had spunked all over the gusset and rubbed my cock in her juice.

I really should have followed her invitation for some sex games, but to my eternal regret I didn’t. However she did try her very best to lure me on the forbidden path. One afternoon I was there and the k**s were playing upstairs she suddenly stood up while we were talking. Up went her dress as she started to unclip her stockings, saying how hot it was. It clearly must have been for her pussy too as she had no knickers on. I could see her bushy red hair as she took her time rolling the stockings down. Jeez looking back I should have fucked the shite out of her there and then.

The finale came a few months later one day at home when aunty Brenda was visiting us at home. I was coming out of the kitchen and passed her in the hall. As we passed I felt someone tickling my backside. As I sat down in an armchair I realised it must have been aunty Brenda as there was no one else in the hallway at the time. This occurred a little later as she followed me up the stairs, me going to my room she going to the toilet. I can only assume she concluded that I wasn’t interested. Oh well, I'm so sorry aunty Brenda I really am. I’m sure you would have speeded my education and performance by ten years at least.

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