It was way back in the late 60’s…I ,going on 16, still at school, working fitfully toward my upcoming exams… I harbored hopes of going to university…but was not totally comitted YET to the much needed hard work.. Winter ‘ 67 had spread into the early Spring of 68.. It was still cold into late March..The spectre of my exams loomed — just nine weeks away…My parents went out regularly…leaving the house quiet, and empty, for me to revise in… I was genuinenly worried about the exams – but I felt so alone.. That cold, dark, damp March evening in 1968 found me at home… lonely, with a demoralisingly large pile of revision text books. Then came that fateful tap on the door..
It was my Aunt Molly feverishly tapping on the glass.. As I opened the door my attention was immediately drawn to her drizzle dampened, short black hair, woven with what seemed to be plaster fragments. She was asking after Dad… I invited her in, explaining that he was at the local club and wouldn’t be back for ages. I offered to go up to the social club and fetch him, but Molly had another plan. It turned out that she’d been decorating at home and somehow fused the lights. She had many skills, but lacked expertise in the electrical department. All she was sure of, was that she needed some fuse wire to fix the lights.. Molly was always busy doing practical things…Gardening, decorating, pottery, wine making and painting with oils, keep fit, clubbing and wearing modern clothes were just SOME of her hobbies and pastimes. I was a little surprised that she couldn’t fix a fuse. I smiled supportively toward her. She was dressed, as usual, in her trusty faded denims…but for once, she was looking rather dispirited. She asked me if I knew how to replace a blown fuse in the fuse box.. I’d seen Dad do it, and desperately didn’t want to appear ‘ wet’ to my aunt, so I nodded in the affirmative. In a few minutes I’d gathered the fuse wire, screwdrivers and torch from Dad’s tool – box and we were off in Molly’s battered old car, chugging off to her large house..
Dad and his brother didn’t like their young sister Molly much.. Grandma had divorced Eric (( My Grand dad)) and remarried the younger John.. My Dad was nearly fifteen when Grandma announced late in life,that she and John were going to have a baby.. Dad and his brother were disgusted…They openly criticised their Mother for her foolishness.. ( Gran confided this in me some years later..) A few months later though, Molly was born…and became the apple of her parents eye. Twenty – s later, the jealousy still existed between my Dad and her, fading only slightly. She’d married Walter in her early twenties, and had two young children. Wally always seemed to be at his Mums.. Molly and Wally were rarely seen out together.. Dad reckoned that ‘ Things weren’t right over there,’ whenever their marriage was mentioned. Personally I’d always liked Aunt Molly.. She was nearer my age than my other Aunts and Uncles. She was easy going, laughed easily and was just so easy to get along with..
I was now at the ‘ Noticing Girls’ stage of my development. I’d inwardly admired the hint of cleavage I could detect under her slightly unbuttoned ‘ Wrangler’ shirt. I admired that view with fascination as we searched for the fuse wire at home. I could see no trace of her bra through the thick denim. Fuzzy fantasies buzzed round my head ! My eyes followed her denim clad bottom as we darted through the drizzle to her car.. I did a lot of fantasising at this time. The woman next door 0 – ish, but I admired her big tits and sharp nipples as she shuffled by our widow whenever she went out. I was also appreciative of her long, shapely legs. Mrs Donnelly,my French teacher, always wore tight, slightly provocative clothes and always had the smell about her that suggested expensive perfume.. I had the odd daydream about her..I suppose that I was at ‘ that age,’ when most women had some appeal to me Evcen so….Aunt Molly was the first adult relative I’d thought that way about..
As we worked in the dark at her house to get the lights back on I suddenly became aware of how close to me she was standing.. Realistically, she HAD to stand close so that the tiny torch beam would have been of any use. But in the murk of her front room and again in the hallway,, my imagination began to overtake the situation. I began to feel awkward and very uncomfortable as an embarrassing stiffness took hold in my baggy trousers..I was glad it was so dark…My modesty could be preserved!
Eventually I got the wire threaded into the damaged fuse. In the dull torch – light I finally managed to tighten the retaining screws up. My gasp of triumph saw Molly taking the fuse from me.. In a trice it was in the box and she’d flicked the master switch ‘ on’. For a few s the overdose of light blinded me…but as my eyes slowly began to accustom to the brightness, they settled starkly on my Aunt’s stiff nipples that were thrusting sharply from her tight little tee shirt.. She’d taken her denim shirt off in the sparse torch light before she began helping with the repair. I realise now that she need NOT have taken anything off…It was strictly a one person job…Her only input was to hold the torch steady..
My eyes were locked on her swollen breasts…I was SURE they were suddenly bigger.. I was almost hypnotised…but as my eyes finally rose from that place…HER eyes met mine.. She said something along the lines of ‘ Shit ! That’s SO embarrassing.’. I remember myself blushing terribly, and spluttering out clumsy apologies.. Molly bade me hush…Apologising for embarrassing me.. I was very clear though that I wasn’t embarrassed by her…and I told her so.. A lovely, knowing smile spread across her flustered face. Wickedly patting my trouser bulge affectionately assured me that I certainly didn’t appear to have anything to be embarrassed about.. I realise now that there’s nothing like a bit of praise to get things moving..
The exact order of what happened next remains a most wonderful conundrum..Auntie slipped quickly in front of me. A soft peck on the lips followed before we locked in a noisy, gasping, slippy wet kiss. I’d kissed a few girls..Even groped a couple…But God this was something else! Some time afterwards our lips parted.. Aunties tongue had probed deeply into my mouth..and even my throat. She eased her away from mine….giving me time to gulp in some air… I could feel the sweat building on my face.. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I suddenly felt overwhelmed, embarrassed and incredibly self conscious… Molly didn’t seem to notice my sudden reticence.. I remember gulping as she swiftly hoisted that little tee shirt over her head….I remember being surprised, and a little disappointed at the sight of her well worn, rather grubby underwear. .. My disappointment was quickly forgotten however !…Molly’s crumpled, light blue bra was unclipped and enthusiastically flung aside. My last clear memory of that magic moment was that she didn’t have any proper panties on. Instead of the traditional sort of underwear, she was wearing a tight pair of well worn, faded tartan sports shorts..and at that moment… that was all.!..
Her small, rough,but suddenly powerful hands gripped me by the hips and firmly marched me backward across the small room. I was helpless by now, as my backside bumped into the kitchen table. I sort of sat on the table top as my Aunt slipped to her knees in front of me. I was wearing baggy trousers with a zip – up fly….and Molly expertly undid the buttons.. Skilful,eager little fingers pulled my ‘ Y’ fronts aside. Any thoughts of embarrassment and self consciousness were forgotten as my Aunts fingers firmly gripped my member. Words of praise ( Can’t remember exactly what! ) reached my ears as Molly eased my throbbing cock into the cool night air. Molly took a really firm grip of it for a time and quite simply ‘ whacked me off, ‘ as the table legs creaked and groaned a tune under me. I was set to fire VERY quickly.. My sudden stiffening and noisy gasping must have alerted Molly to my high state of arousal, for as the first hot gush jetted from me, Molly had my cock aimed full into her sweaty breasts. I seemed to spurt for ages…Leaving my smiling Aunt’s breasts and face glistening in front of me.. ‘ My My !’ was about all I remember my Aunt saying before I slumped back on the table.. Aunty came up for air some moments later…kissed me gently on the forehead, and slipped quietly out of the room.
She returned a few minutes later…armed with a pair of Wally’s jeans. My own trousers were caked in my own sticky goo… Molly assured me that she’d get my stuff washed and pressed and then drop them off so ‘ No one need ever know..’ I was floating on air…. I was in her car and half way home before I ‘ came down.’ She dropped me off at the end of my road…Kissed me gently on the cheek…Promising to ‘ See You Soon..’ Molly was permanantly on my mind for a whole week….until the following Tuesday, when a light tapping on my door at home disturbed my fitful exam revision..
In breezed Molly…apologising for not returning my trousers sooner…She was SO different… She was wearing a beautiful 3/4 black leather coat…and WOW did it suit her..!! Below her coat was a rare sight…Her legs ! The faded jeans had been given the night off…They’d been replaced by shiny grey tights…or so I thought ! As my eyes raised from her thinlegs, ..more shocks awaited.. An expensive hair – do had transformed her already pretty face. The length of her hair was much the same, but soft, alluring waves had been installed . Molly’s face had been startlingly enlivened by her expertly applied make up…She looked SO gorgeous…I was in a trance like state, sort of stiffly hypnotised..
Her coat was casually slung over the back of the nearest dining chair..Her only sentence at this point went along the lines of ‘ You can tell me to stop anytime.’ With that she pulled my washed trousers from the khaki bag she brought with her. She smilingly told me that they had taken a lot of work to get clean… I thought about apologising,but Molly was already busy.. She pulled what looked like a pink sheet from the same bag.. I must have looked puzzled as she spread the sheet over the seat, and then the back of the sofa.. She said calmly ‘ Not to worry,’ and kicked her shoes off !! At that she came very close, warning me that it was ‘ HER turn tonight !’ With a totally cofident air she reached behind herslf…and unzipped her pretty dress. It fell limply around her little feet.
She stood before me wearing bra, pants and stockings, topped with pretty chequered garters. She confidently whipped her little bra off…Now just the pants and stockings remained….though my eyes were locked on her large, stiff nipples.. As her tiny pants slipped down I knew knew what she wanted from me…..I was scared, excited..and in that very instant..Stiff ! I made no protest ( No bloke would!) …as Molly led me to the sofa and sat me on the sheet. The zip and top button on my jeans were gone in an instant… My ‘ Y’ fronts were roughly pulled down. I lifted my backside to help her get my tackle off.. All my lower clothing was gone…I had little time to gather myself… as my Aunt ducked between my legs and began to noisily and enthusiastically suck me off!! It was every young fellas dream and I was spurting a hot load onto the sheet within a couple of minutes.. True to her word though…Molly then began HER end of things..
She pulled a small packet from her little bag…and nimbly slipped pink sheath onto my restiffening cock.. A few positive comments regarding my stiff pole emanated from her pretty,damp lips…and then she was astride me…Her knees sinking into the sheet – clad seat under me… She roughly reached down, took a tight grip, and lowered herself onto me. I DO remember how hot she felt inside…She then began pounding away.. Having just shot one load..I suddenly was in no danger of coming quicly a time.. Molly was being selfish….It was wonderful!!! This was my first time… Molly’s noisy, gasping, sweaty abandon eventually had me coming again..We ended up breathless, laid out on the damp sheet..
All too soon Molly was pushing off the sheet…Worried that my parents were due home.. I reassured her that they’d be a least two hours, but she pulled her knickers and dress roughly on…and vanished into the kitchen.. By the time I’d pulled my jeans on and joined her, she was busy peeling potatoes.. My look of disbelief brought a puzzling explanation from her.. She told me to go back into the living room as she set the chip pan going. A few s later she joined me at the back of the sofa..’ Smell it??’ was her only question. I vaguly remember her perfume…and something else…My Aunt explained graphically that the smell of perfume, sweat, body fluids and rubber would be an immediate giveaway when my parents got home.. Molly was very clear that she’d be long gone by then…but the smell of cooking chips brilliantly masked the evidence.
She stayed long enough to plate up the chips…and then she was gone.. Mum and Dad came home later and were very impressed that I’d made myself some supper. ( WellMum was! ) Over the next month or so I was given a very thoruogh education by my enthusiastic Aunt.. She casually told me that Wally wasn’t ‘ Very Active’ in the bedroom department…but this was her first out of marriage experience.. Molly used me three or four times a week for about a month…I was delighted to have been of service! And I learned lots.. I went to her house twice a week on the pretext of helping her decorate.. ( Wally was at his Mum’s most nights..) She came to our house twice a week as well when my parents were out…so my education was both intense and thorough.. In the end I was feeling pretty sore…Molly was ALWAYS keen and very enthusiastic…She seemed to have incredible staying power….. It always seemed to be me who flagged!
To cover the ‘ Decorating’ story, Molly got a man in to do it…and that’s how I finally lost her. Andy Kilner became the new man in her life.. She and Wally divorced a couple of years later.. I’d gained tremendous confidence from the whole episode though… Back at school I set my sights on girls I’d regarded as unattainable…with a fair measure of success. I quickly realised that my Aunt didn’t have the perfect body.She DID have a few wrinkles and a little thickening around her waist.. ..Pleasant memories all the same.. Deliciously my later conquests were a much tighter fit than Molly… Now that was a real pleasure ! My freshly learned skills and techniques completely changed my life from that time onwards.. In the pubs and clubs I was a ‘ New Man,’ and rarely was without a girl.. I carried this confidence with me, and college ./ university were a wonderful experience.. I only ever saw Molly again at family gatherings…No mention was ever made of our liason…and rightly so. Her Xmas gift tended to be boxer shorts or fuse wire for a few years afterwards….I’ve been happily married to the lovely Aimee for twenty years now… with two kids, and hold a good local government job.. Molly and Andy went on to form ‘ A.M. Interiors,’ the poshest decorators / renovators in the city.. They did very well!! Molly and Andy had a baby of their own, but all three of their kids did well too.. Their youngest has just qualified as a doctor… Looking back I have to admit that I owe my Aunt a great deal.. Perhaps I would have gone on to achieve all I did…But my precious Aunt, probably selfishly, turned my life around .. Thanks…….
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