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Note: Please be advised that this story contains explicit language, sexual situations, and themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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My Aunt’s Touch

It started innocently enough. I was 18 years old, and my aunt, Rachel, was only 36. She was my mom’s younger sister, and growing up, I had all the time looked up to her. She was gorgeous, clever, and all the time seemed to have life figured out. I never wondered of her in a romantic or sexual way, until that summer.

I was home from school, and my parents were out of town on vacation. My aunt offered to let me stay at her house for the week. She had a guest room set up for me, but for some reason, I was drawn to her bedroom. It had a large queen-sized bed, plush carpet, and a enormous window that looked out onto the garden. It was a peaceful oasis, and I found myself spending a lot of time in there.

On the third day of my stay, we were hanging out in the living room after dinner. She was sipping on a glass of red wine, and I was engrossed in my phone. I looked up to see her staring at me with a strange expression.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, putting my phone down.

“Nothing,” she said, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I just can’t believe how much you’ve grown up. You’re almost a man now.”

I blushed at the compliment, feeling awkward and vulnerable. I had never been flirted with by an older woman before, and I wasn’t sure how to react.

Rachel got up from the couch and walked over to me. She sat down next to me and put her hand on my thigh. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me, and my heart rate sped up.

“I have to admit something to you,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you. When you were little, I used to cuddle you and hold you close, and I always thought you were going to grow up to be a handsome young man. And now, here you are.”

I swallowed hard, feeling my cock stir in my pants. Rachel was beautiful, with long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body that still turned heads. I had all the time found her attractive, but I never wondered anything could happen between us.

“What are you saying?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“I’m saying that I want to explore this attraction between us,” she said, moving her hand up my thigh. “I want to see what it would be like to kiss you, to touch you, to feel you inside me.”

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what she was saying, but at the same time, I was incredibly turned on. I had never been with an older woman before, and my aunt was the last person I wondered I would have a sexual encounter with. But something about her confidence and her touch had me under her spell.

Without saying a word, Rachel leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and plump, and I tasted the wine on her tongue. I kissed her back, tentatively at first, then with more passion. She pulled me onto her lap, and I straddled her, my dick pressing against her stomach.

Rachel broke the kiss and looked at me with eyes that were filled with lust.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said, standing up.

I followed her, my heart pounding, my body trembling with anticipation. We stood in front of the bed, and Rachel turned to face me, running her hands up and down my chest.

“You’re so handsome,” she whispered, trailing kisses down my neck. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Neither could I. I was nervous, but my body was responding to her every touch. Rachel pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling me once again. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. I reached up and unhooked it, letting her breasts spill out.

They were perfect, full and round, with dark nipples that beckoned to me. I took one in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip, and Rachel moaned in pleasure.

“That feels so good,” she said, her hands on the back of my head, guiding me. “Keep going.”

I switched to her other breast, caressing the first one with my hand. Rachel stroked my hair, her breathing growing ragged. She leaned back, unbuckling my pants, and freeing my cock. It sprang up, hard and ready, and she gasped in appreciation.

“You’re bigger than I thought,” she said, licking her lips. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

She slid down my body, removing my pants and underwear in one smooth movement. I was completely exposed now, and she studied me with a hungry gaze. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, and she stroked me up and down, her thumb rubbing the head.

I groaned, thrusting my hips up to meet her touch.

“I need you inside me now,” she said, positioning herself over my cock. “Do it, fuck me.”

She sank down on me, taking me in inch by inch, until she was fully seated on me. I felt her warmth surrounding me, her wetness enveloping me. I had never felt anything like it before.

We moved together, grinding and thrusting, our bodies melding into one. I could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wet squelching of our sex. Rachel was moaning loudly now, her hands digging into my chest.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped, riding me harder, faster. “Come with me, baby. Do it now.”

I felt the familiar pressure building inside me, and I let go, spilling myself inside her. She rode out her orgasm, bucking and shuddering on top of me, until she collapsed on my chest, panting and spent.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, our bodies still joined together. Rachel looked up at me, her eyes glowing.

“That was incredible,” she said, kissing me softly. “Thank you.”

I smiled, still in shock over what had just happened. I had lost my virginity to my aunt, and it was amazing.

We continued our affair for the rest of the week, sneaking around and stealing kisses and secret touches whenever we could. When my parents returned home, I went back to school, but Rachel and I kept in touch. We would text each other late at night, sending each other explicit messages, reliving our forbidden love affair.

Years have passed since that summer, and Rachel and I are still close. We’ve never spoken of our affair since, but the memories remain. Sometimes, when I’m with a woman, I think of my aunt’s touch, and I wonder how different my life would have been if we had pursued our attraction further.

But then, I remember that our love was forbidden, and that there are some things that are better left unsaid.
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