Since then, however, I had moved away from home when I’d gotten a job on the other side of the country. I still saw Aunt Mary when I came home for birthdays and holidays, but that had changed when my parents had retired and moved to another part of the country as well.
When I heard Aunt Mary’s voice again that evening it had been years since I’d seen her. The last time had been at her husband’s funeral. That was now, what, six years ago? Seven?
We talked a bit about trivial things until Aunt Mary asked if I would like to come and visit her. I hadn’t expected that, but I agreed. When I thought about it, I decided that it would be nice to see her again and reminisce about the past with her. I was in between girlfriends at the time, so to speak, so I had plenty of time to spare.
Since Aunt Mary lived quite far away from me, we agreed that I’d come see her on a Saturday and then spend the night so I could drive home on Sunday.
A few weeks later, therefore, I took a long drive to the area where I’d grown up. When I drove through the old neighbourhood again fond childhood memories immediately surfaced. Even though I hadn’t been there for years it took me no trouble to find my way to Aunt Mary’s house, a rather large stately home on the edge of a suburb. I got out of my car, grabbed my shoulder bag, walked up to the door and rang the bell. A moment later Aunt Mary opened the door.
“Hello, John,” she welcomed me and gave a hug and a kiss, “it’s really been too long. You look great.”
“You too,” I answered and I wasn’t lying.
Though I hadn’t seen her in years, she didn’t look that much older than the way I remembered her. In fact, she looked almost exactly the same as when last I saw her. I knew her to be 67 now, but she could have easily passed for 55. Sure, there were wrinkles in her face and her curly shoulder length hairs had long turned grey, but other than that she seemed pretty well-preserved.
She was still tall and from what I could see – which wasn’t much since she was wearing a wide black woollen pullover with a high neckline and a long, wide black cotton skirt – her figure wasn’t suffering from old age either. No matter how wide her wide and decent her pullover was, there was no way any garment was going to conceal the size of her gigantic tits, that were really enormous. I couldn’t even begin to guess her measurements; they were most likely off the scale!
I had always been fascinated by Aunt Mary’s colossal boobs, even when I was way too little to have a clue as to why I found these breasts so enthralling. I had never spoken about this with anyone and had never done anything with this silent admiration for Aunt Mary’s boobs. After all, she was a close family member. Consequently I had always had girlfriends with big tits, but not a single one of them – no matter how huge her tits were – had ever had a chest even close to matching Aunt Mary’s in size. Now that I was standing in front of Aunt Mary again after so many years, I suddenly consciously realized all this, something that I had of course subconsciously known all along. The realization made me a little uneasy, but I managed to act perfectly normal nonetheless I followed my aunt into the house and into the large, conservatively furnished living room.
She asked what I would like to drink and I told her I’d like a beer. While she went to fetch drinks I put my bag on the floor and sat down on the couch. Looking around, I noticed the living room hadn’t changed a bit since last I’d been here.
Before long, Aunt Mary returned, bringing along a can of cold beer for me and a glass of sherry for herself, which was exactly I expected. She had always drunk sherry for as long as I could remember. She sat down as well and we talked throughout the afternoon, mostly about common light-hearted family memories. Before long I started to feel at ease again.
As we kept talking, conversation turned to more serious matters. Aunt Mary told me that though she greatly enjoyed contact with her nieces and nephews such as me and was trying to get back in touch with all of them – which was why she’d called me that night, I learned – this contact always reminded her of the fact the she was the only one among her brothers and sisters who had no children of her own, a fact she greatly regretted.
Then she told me that she had been growing more and more lonely since her husband’s death, which was another reason why she was trying to get back in touch with her family.
Around six o’clock my aunt asked me whether I was hungry and when I answered that I kind of was, she asked me whether I would like her to take me out to dinner or would prefer her to order something. I was kind of tired after the long drive and answered that ordering pizza would be fine, since I really didn’t feel like going out but preferred to stay home and spend the evening reminiscing with Aunt Mary. She seemed pleased with my answer and walked to the phone to order a couple of pizzas.
The pizza’s arrived shortly. They were pretty good and we devoured them quickly, after which Aunt Mary went to fetch some more drinks: another beer for me and more sherry for her. We drank and she asked me whether I would like to watch a movie.
“Sure,” I replied, “what kind of movie?”
“Wait and see,” she smiled with a surprisingly mischievous smile on her lips.
She got up went over to the television and turned it on. Then she turned the DVD player on and a moment later a copyright infringement message appeared on the television screen. My aunt walked back to the couch, still holding the remote control and sat down on the couch next to me, which surprised me since she’d been sitting opposite to me all day. I didn’t get a lot of time to ponder this, though, because Aunt Mary pushed a button on the remote and the image on the screen changed to that of a man and a woman sitting on a sofa together.
For a moment I wondered whether this could be the kind of movie I suspected it to be, but I didn’t have to wait long for my suspicion to be confirmed. The man and woman on the screen were undressing each other only a few moments after the movie had started. They were both nude within seconds and the woman was holding and stroking the guy’s stiff prick while he buried his face between her large tits.
The woman was gorgeous, probably about a third of Aunt Mary’s age, but no matter how big her breasts were, they were still significantly smaller than my aunt’s. Before long, the woman on the screen was sloppily sucking the guy’s dick and I couldn’t help getting a bit aroused. I felt my cock stir in my pants. I had no idea whether Aunt Mary noticed, but I was feeling rather ill at ease with the situation again. My aunt just turned to me and smiled a sweet smile.
“You didn’t think your old aunt would watch these kind of movies, did you?”
“No, not really,” was all I could say.
“I bet you watch these movies all the time?” she smiled, that mischievous look reappearing on her face.
“Well, yes, every now and then,” I answered hesitantly.
“Then why shouldn’t I? Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I don’t have these kind of feelings anymore.”
“I, I suppose so,” I stammered, turning my eyes back to the television to avoid my aunt’s look. The woman on the screen was still busy giving the guy the blow job of a lifetime and the sight of this excited me even more. My cock was slowly growing, being about half erect by now.
“Does it turn you on, looking at a woman sucking dick?” my aunt suddenly asked. I was taken aback by her vocabulary, but at the same time starting to get extremely turned on by my aunt’s unexpected behaviour.
“Yes,” I replied, “it does turn me on.”
“Me too,” Aunt Mary said, “looking at it makes me yearn for the feeling of a hot throbbing prick in my mouth.” These words made me almost choke, but at the same time my cock jumped up in my pants. Hearing my sweet old aunt talk dirty made me horny as Hell.
“It’s been years since I last sucked a dick,” Aunt Mary continued, “my sex life over the past six years has been limited to watching these movies and masturbating.” She looked me in the eyes.
“And what about you? You told me you don’t have a girlfriend at the moment. Do you masturbate when you watch these movies?”
“Well, yes, sure I do,” I said timidly.
“So how does that work? You watch the movie, get hard, pull your dick out of your pants and start beating off?”
“Yes, yes, well, sort of,” I stuttered, wondering whether I should tell my aunt I felt rather uncomfortable discussing my masturbation routine with her.