Like so many, I have had incest fantasies since I was young, and my aunt (my mother’s sister-in-law) was the star of the show. When these fantasies began, she would have been in her early mid thirties. She was an attractive blond with a great body – lots of curves, including an ample chest, slim waist and hips in proportion to those breasts. And she loved to dress to impress – showing off the body whenever she could, including wearing bikinis when we visited (my aunt and uncle, who lived on Long Island, had a built-in pool).
It all begins while I am time at my aunt and uncle during summer break as a sexually naïve, virgin 17-year-old enjoying a relaxing week before beginning my senior year of high school. While my uncle is at work, we are spending the days by the pool (my cousin is at camp all day as a counselor). One day while Aunt Stella was sunbathing on her stomach, bikini top untied, she asks me to apply suntan lotion. I approach cautiously, applying the lotion while standing next to her lounge.
“That looks awkward,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me. “It would be easier if you climbed on the lounge and straddled my back.”
“If you’re sure,” I haltingly respond and move up onto the poolside chaise.
Soon I am rubbing the lotion in from shoulders down to back, along the sides of her torso, just brushing the edges of her virtually naked tits and down along her silky thighs. The feeling is electric, and my immature cock grows to its highest point as my fingers touch her body. I am happy her head is on the lounge, not able to see the obvious bulge in my swimsuit.
“Okay, that’s enough on my back; lift up a bit and you can do the front.”
My mind races. I am in panic mode. She’ll see my erection through my trunks. What will she say? What will she do? Will she tell my parents? A lot can go through the fertile mind of a teenager when imminent life- (as he knows it) threatening activity is about to happen. At the same time, I am hoping she will simply roll over, leaving her bikini top behind, and I will finally get to see those magnificent tits; the tits I have jerked off thinking about even when looking at the models in Playboy, thinking, hoping Aunt Stella’s looked like theirs.
Then it happens. She rolls over, but manages to keep her top, what little there is of it, covering her breasts. I am both disappointed and relieved; I will not have to avert my eyes. But Aunt Stella’s eyes home in on the tent in my trunks, though she does not say a word about the obvious erection within.
“Okay, let’s work on the other side now,” she says, ignoring the obvious (again, to my relief). I begin with her shoulders, which really don’t need any attention since I covered them completely while doing her back. As I slowly, cautiously, fearfully begin working my way down, she reaches up and snatches away the skimpy material.
“This is ridiculous. I want an all-over tan without lines or a burn, so my breasts need the same treatment. Don’t be afraid,” she says, but I’m frozen in place. “By the shape of your suit, I do believe you like what you see and would probably like to feel them.
“Go ahead.”
So, I do. Tentatively. Awkwardly.
“Go ahead, feel them. Squeeze them. Play with my nipples,” she says as the nubs stiffen and grow despite my clumsy fingers. “That feels very nice. You can kiss them if you’d like.”
Like? A dream coming true! The most amazing possibility. I lean forward and begin kissing the left one – “take the nipple in your mouth; suck on it; bite it” – which I do tentatively while Aunt Stella lets out a low moan. I’m in heaven, sucking and nibbling on tits I have been dreaming about for ages.
Aunt Stella breaks my reverie, “Very nice, but you look uncomfortable the way your suit is stretched.”
As she says this, she reaches up and yanks down my trunks, freeing my rigid, dripping cock from its confinement to feel the warm summer breeze.
“Now doesn’t that feel better?” she asks as she throws the swimsuit to the side; my turgid cock is now free and feels wonderful in the summer breeze.