As I sit here in my room, staring at the blank page in front of me, my mind drifts off to the forbidden pleasures that I’ve experienced with my aunt. This is a story that I’ve never told anyone before, but now I feel that it’s time to let it out.
It all started when I was 18 years old and Aunt Sarah came to visit us for the summer. She was my mom’s younger sister and only a few years older than me. I had at all times found her attractive, even though she was family, but I had never acted on it. However, that all changed the day that I caught her sunbathing topless in our backyard.
I was out for a run around the neighborhood when I decided to come home and cool off in the pool. As I made my way to the backyard, I noticed Aunt Sarah lying on a lawn chair with her top off, her breasts exposed to the sun. I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing as I tried to control my excitement.
“Hey, Jordan,” she called out to me, not even bothering to cover herself up.
“Uh, hey,” I managed to say, my eyes still fixed on her bare chest.
“I hope you don’t mind me getting some sun,” she said, sitting up and adjusting her bikini bottom.
I couldn’t help but stare as she did, my mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen between us. I knew it was wrong to feel this way about Aunt Sarah, but I couldn’t help it.
Over the next few days, I found myself spending more and more time around her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her again. And one day, I did.
We were alone in the house when I walked into the living room to discover her changing out of her clothes and into a swimsuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she slipped off her dress and revealed her lacy bra and panties. I could feel my cock getting hard as I watched her, and my heart raced as she noticed my gaze.
“Jordan,” she said, standing up and walking over to me. “Is there something wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Aunt Sarah,” I said, my eyes fixed on her breasts. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s okay,” she said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I know you’re at that age where you can’t help but look at women.”
She pushed me gently towards the couch and sat down next to me, her body so close to mine that I could feel her warmth. I could smell her perfume, and the way she looked at me sent a shiver down my spine.
“I know you’ve noticed my body, Jordan,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. “Do you find me attractive?”
I was frozen, unable to speak, but Aunt Sarah took that as a yes. She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth and exploring every inch. I tasted her lipstick, her sweet breath, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure.
From that moment on, we were unable to keep our hands off each other. We would sneak off to bedrooms whenever we could get a chance and explore each other’s bodies in new and exciting methods. She was an experienced lover, and I was a eager student, willing to please her in any way that I could.
Our love-making was intense and passionate, with Aunt Sarah often taking charge and teaching me new techniques and tricks. I loved the way she made me feel, the way she would moan and scream my name every time we came together.
But as the summer drew to a close, we knew we couldn’t keep our affair a secret forever. We made a pact to keep it between us, and I knew that I would have to keep my feelings for her buried deep inside.
Now, years later, I still can not get Aunt Sarah out of my mind. Every time I see her, I feel that familiar rush of excitement, that burning desire to be with her again. And even though I know it’s wrong, I can not withstand the temptation.
As I lay here in bed, my thoughts consumed with the forbidden pleasures that I’ve experienced with her, I know that I’ll never be able to let go of Aunt Sarah. She’ll at all times be my secret lover, my forbidden pleasure, and nothing will ever change that.