Aunt Tonni Dirk finds his love
This story starts when I was young. I found myself watching my Aunt Tonni and wondering what it was about her that I found so irresistible. I visited with her as many times as I could while I was growing up and only once did I have any sort of connection with her in all that while.
My mother died when I was only eight years old and my father took my sister and I to America, where he married again. This lady was so beautiful. She had reddish-brown hair that came below her shoulders, bright green eyes and a very voluptuous body; almost rubenesque. Her bustline was huge but well contained. She hadn't had any children so she was still very firm. She dressed in very tight clothes and always looked so sexy.
One weekend when I went to visit some friends with my step mom, I was 16 years old at the time, nearly seventeen – they lived out of town and because it was a big family, we found that she and I would have to sleep in the same room; in the same bed actually.
I let her get into bed first and then I undressed in the bathroom and slipped under the covers and turned my back on her, laying as close to the edge of the bed as it was possible; so that I could give her plenty of room. I fell asleep but woke up some time during the night and found that I had turned over and was spooning her back.
Unfortunately, I had a massive hard on and realized it was poking into Mom's lower thigh. I moved back but she moved at the same time and stayed curled up with her backside against my groin. As the night went on, Mom turned over onto her back and I decided to risk it and I lay my head near her breasts. I knew I wouldn't get any more sleep that night so I just lay there. My mouth was about a kiss away from her nipples. I so wanted to reach up and take them in my mouth. I think I dozed after a couple of hours.
When we both woke up the next morning, Mom hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I hadn't realized that she only had on a flimsy nightie. I could see right through it when she was walking away from me. I glimpsed her beautifully rounded ass and thought of it pressing against my cock all through the night.
When she came back, I immediately jumped up, trying to hide my cock. I had to get away and relieve myself. Mom noticed the bulge as I walked swiftly across the bedroom and smiled to herself. When I came back, she looked at me and said, "How did you get that hard-on, Dirk."
"Ummm....... Ummmm....... , Mom."
"Well."
"Well, Mom, you rolled over in your sleep last night and your backside was resting up against my groin and my cock just grew from the friction each time you moved."
My Dad was a truck driver and wasn't home too much. So after that Mom and I slept together many nights. We never did anything other than play around, but it was the beginning of the sexual fantasies I have for older women.
My Aunt Tonni was the younger sister of my biological mother who had died before we moved to the USA. She was a lovely looking woman who was built just like I had grown to love my women. A very statuesque lady with a massive bustline and hips. Plenty of flesh to grab on to. Her skin was very fair and she had blue-gray eyes that twinkled when she was happy. Her lips were soft and sweet. In fact, I can't think of anything that I would change about her.
Although I had seen her intermittently over the years, I hadn't stayed with her except overnight occasionally.
I had joined the US Airforce and had traveled all over the world on assignments, but never to Holland. I took one of my leaves and decided to visit her. It had been many years since we had seen each other. Her husband had been killed in a work related accident a few years before and she was still feeling very vulnerable.
When I arrived she showed me to my room which was right beside her own. After dinner, I said that I would have an early night as I'd had a long trip. Aunt Tonni let me get into bed and then came and tucked me in. This had been her habit when I visited when I was younger. She kissed me goodnight, but not on the cheek as she usually did; but on the mouth. This was nearly my undoing. I felt myself rise up and tent the bedclothes. Whilst she was bending over and kissing me I noticed her cleavage, and when I think back on the incident, I am sure she meant for me to see her breast.
During the night, it was so cold that I crept into her room and asked if I could sleep with her. Remember I wasn't used to the weather in Holland. She was a bit hesitant but then she lifted the covers and said okay, come on in then. At that time I was in my 20's and she was over 40.
I cuddled up and spooned her, being careful not to touch her ass with my cock, ........yet. I started to give her a back rub and she purred and commented on how good it felt. I then asked her to rub my back and turned onto my other side. I felt her warm hand rub up and down my spine, but all the while I felt my cock getting hard. She then put her arm around my waist and spooned me. I could feel her cunt hairs rubbing against my ass, through her nightgown.
When I woke the next morning, she was already up and had started to get dressed. The mirror on the wall gave me a great view of her naked from the front. She had a bushy crown of hair resting on that wonderful mound and I just lay there and stared. Auntie didn't realize I could see her in the mirror.
She came over to the bed when she realized I was awake and kissed me on the forehead. "Time to get up, and good morning, schatje (Dutch for honey).
The following day I had to leave for Spain. I took her out to dinner and nothing untoward happened after that. From then on I have always had fantasies about what could have happened.
I am now going to turn the clock forward 41 years. I am now over 60 and nearly ready to retire. I decided that I would buy a home in Holland. I had lost contact with Auntie Tonni as I had not kept in contact with her regularly because I was moving round in my work situation.
I felt very guilty. My Brother in the USA called me and said the Aunt Tonni had heard that I was back living in Holland and wanted me to contact her. By this time I had met a lady who was living with me.
When I told her that I wanted to visit with my Aunt, she was quite happy for us both to visit her.
Of course, Aunt Tonni was over 80 years old now but still as sprite as ever.