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As a young man, I all the time found my Aunt Sarah to be a bit mysterious. She was a stunning woman, with dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a body that could stop traffic. Even as my teenage hormones raged, I never wondered of her as more than just my aunt. That all changed one fateful summer when I was visiting my grandparents’ house in the countryside.

I was relaxing on the porch, enjoying the warm sunlight and the peace of the rural setting, when Aunt Sarah arrived. She didn’t know I was there, and I watched her from behind a potted plant as she leaned down to open the trunk of her car. That’s when I saw it – a pair of lacy red panties peeking out from under her skirt. My heart jumped in my chest as I realized what that meant. Aunt Sarah was having an affair.

I was torn between feeling shocked and feeling excited by this revelation. I had never considered the idea of my aunt being sexual before, but the wondered of her sneaking around in secret with another man was incredibly arousing. I wanted to know more. I began to spy on her, following her when she went out on errands and eavesdropping on her phone calls. It wasn’t long before I had a pretty good idea of who her lover was – a handsome, powerful man who worked in the city.

One afternoon, I was sitting on the porch reading when Aunt Sarah came outside. She sat down in a nearby rocking chair and began to talk to me.

“Tommy, can I ask you something?” she said, hesitating slightly.

“Sure, Aunt Sarah. What is it?”

“Have you ever been in love?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.

I blushed. “Uh, no. Not really.”

“Well, let me give you a piece of advice, then. Follow your heart. Life is too short to spend it wondering ‘what if’.”

Her words struck a chord with me, and I felt a strange connection to her that I couldn’t explain. We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, and I found myself opening up to her in a way I never had before. As the sun began to set, Aunt Sarah’s lover called her cell phone. I could hear his voice through the receiver, deep and sensual.

“I miss you, Sarah,” he whispered.

“I miss you too,” she replied, her voice low and husky.

I felt a surge of jealousy as I listened to their conversation, and I knew I shouldn’t be spying on them like this. But I couldn’t help it. Something about the forbidden nature of their affair was too alluring to withstand.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with Aunt Sarah’s secret lover. I began to imagine what it would be like to be with her – to touch her skin, to feel her lips on mine. I started to masturbate to the memory of her voice, imagining her stretched out naked on a bed, begging me to take her.

One evening, I was lying in bed, my mind racing with erotic thoughts of Aunt Sarah, when I heard a knock at the door. I groggily got out of bed and stumbled towards the door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. When I opened it, I was shocked to see Aunt Sarah standing there, her hair disheveled and her eyes filled with a strange mixture of fear and desire.

“Tommy,” she gasped, taking my hand. “I need your help. Can you come with me?”

Without thinking, I followed her out into the night. We drove in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the pounding of my heart. When we arrived at Aunt Sarah’s lover’s apartment, she turned to me with a desperate look in her eyes.

“I need you to come inside with me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Please, Tommy. I can’t do this alone.”

I nodded, hardly able to believe what was happening. We went up to the apartment, and I watched as Aunt Sarah slipped the key into the lock. The door swung open, and we were plunged into darkness. We could hear the faint sound of a TV playing, and the smell of cologne was heavy in the air.

“Stay here,” Aunt Sarah whispered, pushing me towards the couch.

As I waited in the darkness, my mind raced with questions and fears. What was happening? Why had Aunt Sarah brought me here? What was gonna happen next?

Finally, the door opened, and Aunt Sarah emerged. She was walking unsteadily, and her dress was torn at the shoulder. I could see bruises forming on her skin, and her eyes were red with tears.

“Come on,” she said, pulling me towards the door. “We need to get out of here.”

I followed her down the stairs, my thoughts still reeling. What had happened? Who had done this to her?

When we got outside, Aunt Sarah finally spoke.

“It’s him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “My lover. He… he hurt me.”

I felt a cold wave of anger wash over me at the wondered of someone hurting my gorgeous aunt. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. She tensed up at first, but then relaxed into my embrace.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Sarah,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry.”

We stood there for a long time, holding each other in the dark. It was as if all the barriers between us had suddenly fallen away, leaving us vulnerable and exposed.

Eventually, Aunt Sarah pulled away from me, her eyes searching mine.

“Tommy,” she said, her voice shaking. “I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn’t feel this way. But I… I can’t help it. I’m attracted to you.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at her words. Was Aunt Sarah really saying what I wondered she was saying?

Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, and I felt a surge of desire wash over me as I responded to her kiss. We kissed for a long time, our bodies pressed close, until finally, Aunt Sarah pulled away.

“Tommy,” she said, her voice shaking. “I want you. I need you. Will you… make love to me?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. We stumbled into the back of my car, tearing off our clothes as we went. I could see the bruises on Aunt Sarah’s skin, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to make her feel good – to please her in a way that her lover never could.

As we made love, I could feel the weight of our familial bond hanging over us, but it only made our passion more intense. Aunt Sarah was a wanton, erotic goddess, and I was hers completely. We explored each other’s bodies with a desperate urgency, our moans filling the car as we blurred the lines of morality and desire.

When we were finished, Aunt Sarah rested her head on my chest, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

“You’re so good,” she whispered. “You’re so much better than him. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As I held her in my arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of our forbidden love affair. But for now, all that mattered was the heat of Aunt Sarah’s body against mine, and the feeling of complete and total love and acceptance that we shared.
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