My Horny Aunt and Her Amazing Nipples

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Question of infidelity always arises when dealing with women like her. There were rumors here and there, and much gossip among family, but through the years, she, unlike others in the family, had maintained her marriage.

Although the gossips were rampant, they remained merely that– gossip. I didn’t take much to that kind of talk. They could have been true, and they could have been lies. It all depended on the sincerity of the talker towards this woman, and the willingness of the listener to make it true. I was an observer, and that was it. I didn’t listen to the rumors, mostly because they always came from women who heard it from another women, who heard it from her girlfriend, who had a relationship with someone in the know.

It wasn’t until much later, during a drug filled night of my life that I heard anything, any rumors from someone I actually knew. Rolling, lofty, and confessional from the numerous E pills we took, my closest friend confessed one night relaxing after a rave that one of those hot summer evenings, he had hitched a ride home from my aunt. And that was true, he had lived her part of town, and was carless that summer after crashing it after a party. In fact, she had given rides many times to those that needed rides, often driving out of her way. As he recounted the story, my heart beat mightily.

“I’m sorry man. You know it was weird. You knew she was hot. I couldn’t help it. She was just giving me a ride home, and out of nowhere, she tells me that she needed to stop by the mall to pay her bills.”

“I just wanted a ride home, ya’kno? Remember I didn’t have no car at the time? So I didn’t care. We went into macy’s and I followed her, she went to pay her bills. But like on the way back, she started looking at some clothes. Man, she told me to hold the clothes while she was shopping. And I was just doing what I was told, u’know? She tells me to get a fitting room. You know? We go get it together. She lead me there. To the fitting rooms. And I was like scared man…”

“She told me to hang on to the fitting room while she goes look for something else, so I did. I was there for like five minutes, and she came back with clothes, and she just– hmn—started to change right in front of me. Like right there. In front of me.”

“I didn’t know what to do man. All I know was she let me watch, and I couldn’t stop. She took off her bra and everything. Man, she had like the longest nipples…the longest nipples!. She took off her pants, and was wearing just her underwear, and trying on everything.”

“I didn’t know what to do man. I kinda just put out my hands out to grab em. And she let me. U’know, I started to fondle those thangs, and she was cool with it. She let me.”

“She let me do that for awhile. And then we just stopped. And she puts on her clothes again, and she tells me ‘come on, time to go home.’ So we leave, and go to the car, and she starts the car. But then she drives to da back of da place, ya’know? To the place where all the trucks park and unload. ‘She just wanted to talk’, she kept saying.”

“We talked like all night in her car. Like for hours. It got dark. She wanted to know everything about me man, about the girls I’ve been with, about my sex life. She kept talking about sex ya’know. And she kept asking how big my dick was. I was shy, but she said she wanted to see it. So I showed her. And…man…she was all over it. She got down in the car and sucked me off, but I swear that was all that happened. She just wanted some. And I wanted some. Sorry man. ”

Maybe it was the MDMA still pumping in my system, but it took me back. There were nights after intense table tennis matches that I remember my uncle calling asking if she had left our house for home.

“yeah, she left like an hour ago,” I think I said once.

“oh you know your aunt, she’s probably shopping again,” he joked.

I didn’t want to believe it. Although the evidence was there, I didn’t want to think that she cheated, and that gossip were true, but the evidence was extraordinary. We were on drugs, and it was hard to tell, but I know that it’s hard to lie when you’re feeling so connected.

I didn’t know how to feel. I just kept it in the back of my mind that perhaps she was a nympho. It wasn’t until one day that I would discover for myself exactly how nymphoic she was. But that’s another day, for another cautionary story about my horny aunt and her amazing nipples.

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