As a young man, I all the time had a thing for older women. There was something about their maturity, confidence, and experience that made me feel drawn to them. So when I got the chance to stay with my aunt for the summer, I was excited, not just because I loved spending time with her, but because I knew she was exactly my type.
My aunt, Sarah, had all the time been a bit of a mystery to me. She was gorgeous, with long dark hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a curvy figure that made men’s heads turn wherever she went. But she was also fiercely independent and private, keeping her personal life mostly to herself.
But as soon as I arrived at her house, I could tell something was different. She was more playful than usual, teasing me about my hair and asking me about my latest girlfriends. I tried to shrug it off, but I couldn’t help feeling a sudden surge of attraction to her.
Over the next few days, we spent a lot of time together, going on hikes, swimming in the lake, and exploring the nearby town. But as the sun began to set each evening, I found myself getting more and more nervous. I knew I was attracted to my aunt, but I couldn’t tell if she felt the same way.
One night, after a long day of exploring, we settled down on the porch with a bottle of wine, watching as the stars came out one by one. Sarah was wearing a tight-fitting sundress that showed off her curves, and I found myself getting more and more distracted by her.
As the night wore on, I began to realize that my aunt was flirting with me, dropping subtle hints and touching my arm whenever she got the chance. I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt for her.
Finally, as the night grew darker, Sarah leaned close to me and whispered in my ear.
“I’ve been wanting you since you got here,” she said. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it.”
I was stunned, but also thrilled. I had all the time dreamed of being with an older woman, and now that my aunt was offering herself to me, I couldn’t withstand.
Without a second wondered, I leaned in and kissed her, feeling her soft lips open up to mine as our tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. It was intense and passionate, making me feel more alive than I had in years.
As we broke aside, Sarah looked at me with a mixture of desire and apprehension.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked. “It’s a taboo, I don’t want you to regret it.”
But I was sure, more sure than I had ever been about anything. I had all the time been drawn to my aunt, and now that we were giving into our desires, there was no going back.
Slowly, we made our way inside, our hands and lips locked in a state of constant exploration. Sarah led me to her bedroom, where we fell onto the bed, our clothes quickly coming off as we began to explore each other’s bodies.
I had never experienced anything like it before, the feeling of being with an older woman, of being with someone who knew exactly what they wanted and how to pleasure themselves and their partner.
For hours, we made love, our bodies writhing in a frenzy of passion as we explored every inch of each other’s flesh. Sarah was a goddess, her soft curves and experienced movements making me feel like I was on cloud nine.
And as the night wore on, we both knew that our forbidden desires had become a reality, a secret shared between us, a passionate affair that would last the summer but never be forgotten.
In the end, our time together was short-lived, as I had to go back to my own life and Sarah returned to hers. But the memory of our shared passion lingered on, a forbidden desire that had been fulfilled against all odds. And every time I see my aunt, I cannot help but remember the incredible summer we spent together, lost in the throes of passion and desire.