Aunt Chechu

In this story I tell one of my sexual anecdotes, but I think the best description would be the hottest anecdote I had when I was younger. A story that I keep in my memory and that, until now, I told it to one person (one of my cousins).

The story involves me, obviously, and one of my aunts, my favorite since then. To put it in context and not to raise false expectations, I should clarify that with my aunt, who is now approaching 50 years old, I do not have a blood relationship, but she is my uncle’s wife. So the story borders on incest, but it does not become such.

Beyond that non-blood relationship, the connection with my aunt Ceci was very close, one of those aunts with whom we talked about everything and with whom the embrace / affection (healthy touching) was always present. I always considered her family as if she was blood, mainly because of her attributes and slutty looks. The point is that we became very close because most of my weekends when I was younger I spent them at her house with my uncle and her, because the sport I played at that time forced me to compete in the capital of the province and I lived in the interior.

At that time my aunt was around 40 years old. Chechu’ as she used to be called by those closest to her, was (still is) a dark-skinned brunette, with brown wavy hair, with a rather slender and well-groomed body, with a beautiful little ass worthy of wearing a thong all day long, and who by that time had already had her beautiful tits done, obviously paid for by my uncle, the lawyer.

Imagine that even though I was no longer a virgin and had some (few) sexual experiences, the figure of my aunt frequented my head when I masturbated and my head made me see her as if she was some kind of whore in the best Esperanza Gomez style.

The story in question took place at the end of November of that year. I had traveled on a Friday morning, with little expectation of having a good performance in the tournament so my chances of advancing and staying that weekend at my aunt and uncle’s were almost nil. But fortunately things worked out well for me, I advanced a couple of rounds and ended up staying at his place.

The thing is that that weekend my uncle had a trip to Buenos Aires that took him out until Sunday at noon, so when I arrived at his house on Friday evening I found myself alone with my aunt. This was something that happened often during the weekends so I didn’t make such a fuss and as almost always the evening ended up being a quick meal, a movie to pass the time and early to bed to go back to play the next day.

Saturday ended with my illusions in the tournament and in the afternoon I was free to return to my city. However, my old man told me that he had arranged with my uncle to travel to the capital on Sunday to eat something with the family and therefore my stay was automatically extended until the next day, leaving me one more night with my aunt Chechu to whom I had dedicated so many handjobs until then.

I arrived at her house around 18-19, really pissed with heat and wanting to get there and go straight to the shower to wash off all the sweat from above. To my surprise when I got there my aunt was sunbathing by the pool (her skin color doesn’t need much sun to get a good tan), so when I saw her sweaty body I had no doubt that my shower was going to include a good handjob on her behalf.

I told her I was going to take a bath and she asked me if I didn’t want to get in the pool, but I told her I’d rather take a shower. I didn’t want to miss the chance to jerk off with an image of her so fresh and clear in my mind. So I went straight to the bathroom and she got up to prepare something to snack on.

As expected, the shower took longer than usual with the wank in between, which meant that Aunty inevitably went looking for me to go for a snack. The bathroom in the house is right between the bedrooms and both pieces have a door to enter, which leaves one a bit quite defenseless against the possibility of someone coming in.

My aunt, who had already put on a sporty little shorts over her bikini top, but still kept her top with just the bra, had the wonderful idea (probably out of habit) to enter the bathroom through her bedroom door. I had left the door connecting to my room open after the shower, which meant that, while I was drying my head in total nudity, my aunt came in and saw me completely naked.

The encounter lasted a short time (an eternity for me at the time), but I think that was the kickoff for what came next. When my aunt saw my dick she let out an “Aaaay sorry” into the air, but her body didn’t turn in the other direction to hide and her hands didn’t cover her eyes, but went to her mouth as if showing surprise and embarrassment of the situation experienced. Her eyes were riveted on my cock. It was my surprise and my haste to cover myself that cut off that eye contact. It was only then that my aunt managed to turn around and, after a million ‘sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, let me know that she was waiting for me with my snack.