It was June of my seventeenth year, 1978. I was a typical teenage boy from that era, consumed with cars, girls, and drinking whenever possible. Looking back, I am thankful there weren't cell phones, internet, and social media since personal contact was still essential.
I will also preface my story by telling you that the previous winter was very special for me due to a college girl neighbor, who was home for the holidays. She taught me much about the female body and how to do things properly, especially how to eat a woman. Ironically, we never fucked but I tasted her many times over during a five-week stretch. The techniques she instructed me on were very appreciated and served me well with Aunt Sarah, as well as more than a few women over the ensuing years.
On a Saturday morning that June of '78, I headed to my cousin's house to help him put a new carburetor on his Chevelle. Billy and I often worked on cars together and shared many good times. I arrived at his house about 9 am and didn't think much about his car not being in the driveway, assuming it was in their garage. I looked through the garage window and didn't see him or his Chevelle so knocked on the front door.
After a few moments, my Aunt Sarah opened the door and quickly apologized for not calling my house earlier, since Billy had asked her to let me know he got called into work at a local grocery store. This might be a good time to describe Sarah. She was probably early forties then and was very attractive. Her auburn hair and green eyes showed her Irish ancestry, as did her fair complexion. She was probably 5' 7", I would guess about 130 pounds, had ample, if not large breasts, and a very fine ass. This particular morning, she was still in pajamas and hadn't fixed her hair or done the make-up thing but still looked so nice!
Aunt Sarah invited me in and once again apologized but I definitely didn't have any animosity about her not calling. My Uncle Steve, her husband and my mom's brother, was a truck driver and not home so I was alone with Sarah for the first time I could ever recall. It immediately increased my heart rate a bit just with that thought, to be honest. Her ass looked perfect even in pajamas and her nipples showing through the top told me she had no bra on. I think she caught me looking so I was surprised when she asked if I wanted breakfast. I readily agreed.
I wouldn't say my cock got hard but I could feel it starting to fill. Off we went to the kitchen and I took a seat facing the stove so I could see her clearly. We chatted as she fried eggs, with her glancing back over her shoulder a few times to converse. I was clearly staring at her ass during the third or fourth glance back at me and she winked at me rather than saying anything. That simple wink didn't exactly mean an invitation but it did cause my cock to start getting very hard.
A few moments later, she placed eggs and toast in front of me and asked me to get the butter off the counter. I hesitated due to my raging hard-on but stood up and placed a hand in front of it, hoping to disguise it. That didn't work! Sarah walked over to me pulled my hand away, fully showing my cock through my jeans. She looked in my eyes and asked if the erection was over her and I nervously acknowledged it was.
She reached out and grasped it firmly and simply said anything would have to stay between the two of us. I was almost shaking as I concurred but my instincts took over and I found myself wanting to eat her pussy just as I was taught months before. I kissed her deeply and she surrendered into my arms and to my tongue immediately. It was almost like a dream, holding this gorgeous woman who certainly would be considered a taboo in most family circles. Sarah's body was warm as she pushed it totally against mine. This was an unbridled offering of herself by a mature woman, not the hesitating or awkward embrace girls my age often displayed.