Chat with hot aunty
Not only did I fantasise about my mother but I'd been spying on her now for at least 18 months and had on many occasions seen her in various stages of undress, in the bath and on a few occasions seen her totally naked and on fully glorious show..mum was simply a beautiful goddess of sheer womanhood and her pert firm breast and dark pubic hair still cause a stir today over 30 years on, but that's another story.. This story is based around real events and involves me and my Aunty Carol, my mother's older sister.Mum and Carol looked a million dollars in summer dresses, Jeff wore his cords and roll neck sweater (in summer) and I can't remember what Gill wore; then again she's my sister! I had eyes for mature breasts and the company I was in had breasts in abundance, and to make matters worse Aunty Carol knew full well her cleavage was on show, but just giggled with mum and said something about having and flaunting whatever that meant?By the time my Scampi and chips in a basket had arrived and mum and Carol were opening another bottle of some Liebfraumilch or something exotic sounding; I couldn't take my eyes off Carols breasts all evening and had to rearrange my pants enough times that I think I made my condition quite obvious.I was a little disappointed that over the next hour or so there was no innuendo, no obvious signs of anything naughty in her mind and nothing at all spoken about what she had seen and commented on this morning, then it dawned on me; Gill was around.Just like those times with mum when anything in the slightest way naughty happened it never happened when other people were around.When mum suggested we go to Whitby for holidays I was already excited as summer time means ladies wear less cloths, and Whitby meant Aunty Carol, so Aunty Carol in less clothes was such an exciting image for me to hold and maybe I'd get to see mum in a bikini too and be with mum without dad being around, however mum had to cover for a lady at work and it was decided that she would take me and Gill up there, stay the weekend and pick us back up two weeks later.
What it meant I wasn't totally sure about, but I knew it mean something and it was a look I'd never ever seen before from mum.
I couldn't help but question to myself why these things happened when they did or if it was just the fact that they had similar traits and personalities, they were close after all so why wouldn't they be similar and let's face it, it could be that my dirty mind was just be a little bit too imaginative.
However I kept coming back to the same thought, and that was that mum and her sister knew exactly what they were doing and maybe, just maybe they both enjoyed the sexual excitement of teasing me to such a high level or sexual tension Gill and I went back out after tea with the instruction to be home before dark and around 10pm we stumbled in with a giggle and a laugh, we'd been down to the park and went on the boating lake for most of the evening and had some really good fun together.
Gill and I had plans to explore and be out all day and mum and Carol were happy that we were old enough to look after ourselves, Aunty Carol would be at work all day anyway and uncle Jeff worked away all week so it was just going to be the three of us until the weekend with mum coming back on the Saturday of the end of the 2 weeks to stay over and take us home on the Sunday.
Now Aunty Carol was very similar to mum in her ways and posh mannerisms but not similar in her looks or stature, where mum is very petite with short dark hair, green eyes, slim waist and pert round breasts Aunty Carol was taller, more voluptuous and had Auburn hair, bordering on the red if you ask me but ask any woman and its Auburn; however Aunty Carol also possessed a wonderful full chest of big, heavy breasts.