I'm in my office reviewing papers that I've been keeping for years in boxes hidden in the closet, most of which are not very useful, I do not know why I have this habit of putting away old stuff.

Today I decided to clean, open space, and throw away everything that no longer matters, I already have a pile of papers and other useless things that go to the trash. At some point, I find old photos: mine, those of my family and friends, I start looking through them remembering when the photos were taken.

I examine and discover photos of an aunt, now eighty years old. I look at the smile and the look of this wonderful person who taught me so much about life, so many intimate things.

Instinctively my dick grows, out of respect for this woman behind that luscious and sensual smile that the photos show. She has always been very photogenic, apart from the charm and elegance that has always transpired. I imagine that it has enchanted other men.

But few have been as lucky as I was, even more so at the age I was at the time. Today, with the gray hair of my fifty-five years, divorced and with a beautiful daughter who is studying for college. I know I can please a woman, but thirty-five years ago, I was just a frail, shy kid.

I dreamed of dating, but I felt incompetent. Even worse when it came to sex, like most kids, even today. Although today the relationship with sex is more relaxed. Certainly, my daughter has been sleeping with her boyfriend for a long time.

I find a special photo, it's the photo of the day I had my first kiss, and it was with the woman I see now in a green bikini kissing one of her children, my Aunt Beth.

Elizabeth Durand is her name, but everyone knows her as Beth, mother, aunt, and my first woman. Beth today is not as beautiful as she was back then, but she still has her elegance, it's funny to think about it when I see this picture again. It was taken a few minutes before our first intimate contact, our first kiss...

"Denis! Oh, Denis."

Sorry, I didn't inform you, that's me, that's my name, Denis.

"Yes, Aunt Cris."

Cristine is the youngest sister, Silvana my mother and the eldest is Beth, the owner of the house where the events I report happened.

"Give it to Fernand."

She gives me a cup of guarana and I find my cousin. I look at the huge pool in front of me, I don't like the shock of the cold water when I enter, but the warmth I feel makes me lose the fear and I jump, swim, and dive.

The inconvenience of the cold shock lasts little, I get used to the wet environment and I even feel the heat. That's when I saw Aunt Beth in a light green bikini, she arrived at the edge of the pool and got her toes wet feeling the temperature.

From the looks of it, she doesn't like the cold she feels either.

I observe the sculptural body of this woman at forty-five, not that she lacks unwanted stretch marks and fat, after all, she is a mother of two. That doesn't matter to a young man, we don't see flaws, we pay attention to qualities.

And the qualities are not lacking, perspires sensuality, charm, voluptuousness. My dick reacts when I realize that by attaching the bra, perhaps because of the size of the breasts, a white slice was exposed.

It's visible because I'm inside the pool and Beth is standing outside.

I stay hypnotized, addicted, overwhelmed by the intimacy I see, I feel the latent cock, growing; thank goodness I'm in the pool and no one knows about my condition.

But she understood. I saw her look, not more than a second, enough to show that I wanted her she smiled, a cynical, minimal smile in response to my look, warm.

Afraid someone would notice what I desire, after all, it was a party and there was her husband walking around, I looked away for a moment. When I looked again, she was gone. I swam, dipped, and cooled the blood that was boiling in my veins, after all, I couldn't leave in the hard state I was in, everyone would notice.

A few minutes later, outside the pool, I see Beth approach me with two drinks and deliver one to me as if nothing had happened.

"Later you read."

"Read?"

She moves forward, passing as if I'm not there.

"Read what?" I think while I drink the guarana. "Did I hear right?" That's another thought that comes to my mind. Only then do I notice that I am holding a folded paper under the glass.

I reach into a corner, open the crumpled paper and what I read leaves me stunned. I kept my mouth open and my cock pulsed in my waist.

"I'll wait for you in my room, be discreet."

I can't believe what I'm reading, is this really about me? Is she that brave? After all, I am her nephew and we are in the middle of so many people, what can she expect from me?

I finish the drink and quietly go to the upper floor of the mansion they just bought, I still get lost in the twists and turns of the place. But I arrive...

The door is open, I enter, and I hear the sound of the shower. The bathroom door is also open. I knock, but I have no answer. My curiosity increases when I see the pieces of the green bikini Beth was wearing on the bed.

I pick up the not-so-sexy panties that this amazing woman was wearing. I hold it and feel its smell. At that moment, I hear the bedroom door close.

Beth is dressed in a purplish bathrobe, tied at the waist with a loose knot, and her breasts free inside the fabric.

"Give me that, who said you could come in here? Pick up my clothes?"

I don't speak, I stammer, I sweat.

She laughs.

I hand over the bikini and walk away.

"Did I tell you to leave? Stay."

My head spins, I don't understand.

"But didn't you say I had to leave?"

"Now that you are here, stay."

She smells her panties.

"Did you like the smell?"

"I just took it, I didn't..."

"Then smell it, feel my smell."

I take the panties back. I smell the intense scent of this strange, hot woman's pussy and ass.

"Do you like it? Does it excite, my sweat, my heat?"

She speaks so seductively that my cock responds to the act, hardening inside my shorts.

"You naughty boy. If I talk to your mother, she will punish you. Is that what you want?"

Still holding the panties against my face, I shake my head in denial.

"Then you will have to respect me. Do what I want," she commands me.

Beth says this while she circles around me. When she stops, the lace holding her robe in place is gone. It is possible to see a strip of the body of the delicious woman she is. I saw more than I could imagine.

The breasts were not visible, but the belly and belly button appeared and more than that, the vagina hair, and the pussy were visible.

"Do you like my smell? Do you like what you see?"

I swing my head in confirmation and my dick throbs with lust

She opens the robe enough to see all the beauty and grace of a ravishing female body. Even if in magazines, I had already seen more sculpted bodies.

Her breasts are big, cute, and beautiful. The nipples are dark, darker than I thought, and their beaks are hard and I did not know it was so.

That body had something special, not only the body was perfect, but there was also the feeling that with such a woman it would be easier, and safer, I would not feel terrified of not knowing how to deal with such a woman. After all, she knew more than I do.

My heart beats like a drum. She closes her robe, comes closer, and touches my chest. At the time, she was a little taller than me.

"I saw it in the pool when you were eating me with your eyes. I got wet, soaked. It's been a long time since I've felt like that."

She starts kissing my cheek, running her tongue over it, and does it like this until she finds my mouth.

Beth bites my lower lip, stretches, relaxes... She looks at me with a shiny look, as if doped, in an instant I feel her tongue slip into my mouth, without asking permission without apology.

She pushes the big wet tongue deep into my mouth, licking the roof of my mouth, I lose my balance. She holds me, supports me...

Beth laughs my way, comes back with the crazy tongue into my open mouth, plays with my tongue, licks, spits, sucks... my cock pulses heat up. I feel the encounter with the bare skin of this hot woman's belly, too bad I'm still wearing the shorts.

She kisses me again, kissing hotter, wetter. Our saliva mixes come out of our mouths. We take a bath.

We stop; she stops. Seems to hear a noise, a voice I can't hear.

"We'll have to stop."

"What happened?"

"Elton's coming here, never mind. Unfortunately, let's take a rain check."

"How do I get out of here?"

"Go into the closet, wait, when he comes in you come out. Don't make any noise on your way out."

"Get out fast kid."

This was the beginning of a relationship I had for some time with the fascinating woman, Aunt Beth. She kissed without shame, no inhibitions. I never found one like her.