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WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only.

I have at all times been drawn to older women, but there was one woman in particular who had captured my attention – my Aunt Mary. Growing up, she was at all times the beautiful, sophisticated aunt that everyone looked up to. Despite the fact that she was over 20 years my senior, I couldn’t help but feel an intense attraction towards her.

It wasn’t until I was 25 years old that I finally acted on my desires. My Aunt Mary was hosting a family BBQ at her house, and I couldn’t withstand the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with her. As I was helping her in the kitchen, she leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, “I’ve always known that you’ve had a thing for older women.” My face turned beet red as I tried to brush it off, but she continued, “Don’t be embarrassed, I find it rather flattering.”

Feeling emboldened by her encouragement, I placed my hand on the small of her back as we walked out onto the back patio. As we sat down together on a chaise lounge, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her cleavage, which was dangerously close to spilling out of her low-cut sundress.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, catching me staring.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual. “Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just hot out here.”

Without warning, Aunt Mary reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “I know exactly what you need to cool down,” she whispered, her hand inching closer and closer to my crotch.

Unable to withstand any longer, I leaned in and planted my lips on hers. Her mouth tasted of cherry lip gloss and vodka, and I eagerly deepened the kiss. As our tongues entwined, Aunt Mary’s hand finally reached its destination, and I let out a moan as she rubbed me through my jeans.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps approaching, and we quickly broke aside. “I think we should go inside,” Aunt Mary suggested coyly.

Once we were alone in her bedroom, she wasted no time in removing my clothes and taking me in her mouth. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue teasing me was nearly too much to handle, and I had to grip the bedpost to keep from exploding too soon.

Aunt Mary climbed on top of me, her legs wrapped around my waist, and began grinding her hips against mine. I gripped her hips, pulling her even closer to me, as we moved in unison. Her moans grew louder and more urgent, and I knew that she was close to climaxing.

With a shudder, she came, and I followed soon after. We collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Aunt Mary said, running her fingers through my hair. “I knew that you were the one I could trust to keep my secret.”

I promised her that I would never tell a soul, and that I would at all times be there for her whenever she needed me.

From that day forward, Aunt Mary and I became lovers, sneaking around at family gatherings and stealing time together whenever we could. Even though we knew that what we were doing was taboo, we couldn’t withstand the forbidden thrill of it all.

Eventually, however, our passionate affair came to an end. Aunt Mary began seeing someone else, and I knew that it was time to let go of my forbidden desires. Even though we could no longer be lovers, we remained close, with a bond that could never be broken.
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