From the view of the Nephew.
It must have been a year since I last got into my auntie’s bedroom. I had only seen her a few times since then and not spoken much. My erection and roaming around her bedroom were never mentioned again. I didn’t see my cousins as much, now we were getting older. I had to make do with my video, which I had saved onto my hard drive to wank off to, and any photos, which lay around.
It was my cousin’s seventeenth birthday and my auntie was having a small party ’round their house. This was my chance. I had time to consider what to do and how to do it, and it was unlikely anything had changed location in her room. It was all about taking the opportunity when it came.
***
When we arrived, there were maybe twenty people there, and these being older people and a mix of family and friends. My auntie was wearing a long floaty summery patterned skirt and a tight-fitting top. Dressed in a way that was respectable for a middle-aged woman. You could see her boobs snug underneath her top and her wide hips, but there was no view of her silky white soft legs, apart from when she sat down and exposed her calves.
I had developed into a bit of a recluse in a way, so avoided the small talk and kept to myself. My sole objective was to perv on my auntie as much as possible.
My loudmouth uncle was circling around. He never did like me, and I was convinced he knew of my passion for his wife. I pretended to be on my phone, which is what most people spent all day on anyway, playing games, but really watching my auntie’s every move.
My auntie’s friend came over to speak to me. Her name was Nicola. They had been friends since I was a kid and she was always nice to me. Her partner was there too. I couldn’t remember his name.
Nicola was different from Auntie Ellie. She was smaller, maybe five-feet-three, long hair, similar dark brown colour, but down to her shoulders. Slim, with nice legs, which she had on display. Always gave me the impression that she tried hard.
I saw Auntie Ellie looking over. I thought whether this was making her jealous in any way. I was fantasising about that anyway. Nicola wasn’t really my type. For me, she didn’t have big enough boobs. Attractive enough, though.
I thought about all the stories she could tell me about them in their twenties and older, going out, the sex. Girls always talked about sex with their mates. They would have made a pair going out. Catering for all the desires: one shorter, slim, and cute; the other, tall, curvy, and sexy. They were a pair of milfs now.
Time passed quickly and I noticed how Nicola’s husband was as aloof as me. At first, I thought he was like me, in that he thought my uncle was a bit of a wanker, but then I noticed something else. Like me, he was checking Auntie Ellie out. I saw him looking her up and down more than once. I wondered if she realised he fancied her and did she like the attention she got?
I started to think about that pervy neighbour. He wasn’t at the party, but I wondered if he was watching now and having a wank.
***
Fate was with me today and my chance was about to come. The weather was still warm, and the cake was about to come out. Everyone would be outside and knowing my wanker uncle, he would be making a big long speech. I had already heard him go on about it, then Jessica would probably something, while champagne glasses were lined up. I reckon, I had a good six minutes. I had my alarm set for five minutes, to be set as I made my exit, to maximise time. This would be just when people were ushered to the garden. I would be off to the toilet. I even made sure I had loose-fitting jeans on for the pocket space and a latch for my phone on my top, so I could film the reveal to wank over later.
The ushering began. I headed off straight away. I could feel my heart beating faster with excitement. I glanced back and looked through the kitchen window. There seemed to be the right number of people outside, and I frantically checked the downstairs lounge and front room; all clear.
***
I hurried off upstairs. All of the upstairs was clear of people. I had a quick look down the stairs and nobody was there. Excitedly, I ran into her bedroom.
The layout was the same. No clothes on the bed, all quite tidy. The only difference being a laundry basket in the corner.
Like last time, I bounced along the edge of the bed. It was the same bed, still quite springy.
I had an erection already.
I went straight to the chest of drawers.
Quick courtesy check of the top one. Still my uncle’s sexless old man briefs.
The next one would be my sexy auntie’s one.
Fuck me, they were all there again. I quickly tumbled through her knickers, seeing the different colours and types. Tenderly feeling their different materials, and randomly picking up a pair of frilly green french knickers and sniffing them. They smelt so fresh and their soft silky material cold against my face. I was so turned on. I checked their size. A size fourteen. My auntie was a curvy woman.
She had a range within her collection: lacy ones; sexy silky ones; french knickers and a few thongs. Just the thought of that size fourteen milky round arse in one of those. I almost had semen dripping down my leg. With there being more black french knickers, I took a pair, and stuffed them into my pant pocket.
I often thought about what her pussy looked like and now with her pants there, it was on my mind again. I couldn’t see her having a hairy bush and from when I saw her in her swimming costume, I didn’t see any pubes coming out. I studied that costume intensely. I thought either a thin landing strip style or shaved but stubbly pubes. Dark ones too. No way it would be too unkempt.
Having had two kids, I hoped her pussy was tight but that was unlikely.
There were a lot of bras in there. The cups were big. Mainly black and white ones, some wired, some non-wired. I didn’t know a lot about bras, but I saw how one was a push-up style bra. I opened up one of the black padded ones and rested it against my chest. The cups were massive.
I scrambled to the label, which was a little worn but could make out the size: 36C. I wondered if they looked big in real life, what shape they were, how they hung. I imagined those bras being wrapped around her boobs, around those big pale fleshy boulders, imagining her big hard nipples, or whatever they looked like.
There was no way I could stuff a bra in my pants. I had underestimated the size of her cups.
I checked the bottom two drawers but just found random t-shirts and loungewear.
I quickly went to the laundry basket. I hadn’t thought of this in my plan. I opened the lid and there were lots of clothes in there. I stuck my hand in and fumbled around like a lucky dip and then looked in. I wanted some used pants.
Then, I saw a couple of white and black ones. Frantically, I grabbed the white ones and pulled them out. Stuffed them in my pockets and put everything back in the basket and closed the lid.
There was maybe three minutes left on my alarm. I stopped and still couldn’t hear any movement. I had time to look at those boxes.
I had to move fast and quickly opened her wardrobe. Same layout there. With no time to look through her clothes, I reached up and pulled the first box down. It was just full of photos. I had no time to go through them. The next box was again full of photos and some documents of my cousins’ births. Disappointed, I put the boxes back and thought to use my extra minute or so looking at her clothes.
When I put the box back, I felt it make a noise against something. I stood on my tiptoes and reached up higher. I managed to put my hand up, as far as I could on the shelf, and grabbed a plastic bag. I pulled it down and threw it on the bed. I felt another one at the back of the other box, a slightly heavier and larger bag, but I managed to grab it, and again, I threw it on the bed.
I emptied the first one out and there were swimming costumes there. The sexy black one I saw a few years ago, a couple more swimsuits, one black and one brown, and a green bikini top but no bottoms. Plus, a random pair of lycra pants. Excited about my discovery, I emptied out the other heavier larger bag.
Fuck me. The kinky bitch. I couldn’t believe it.
There were lots of different sexy lingerie pieces, and equipment too.
There were a couple of nighties, silky and lacy. They were short too. I doubt they would have covered her big arse.
Then a couple of sexy baby doll outfits. I picked one up. It was a plus-size one with open cups. I picked it up and put it against my chest. The open cups were massive. I just imagined Auntie Ellie in it, with her long milky legs and round arse cheeks exposed, and then, the flesh of her boobs oozing out of the open cups.
I laid that one out on the bed and made sure that my phone’s camera picked that all up.
I rummaged through the rest.
There was a black suspender belt, lots of knickers and thongs. Some of these were filthy. Crotchless, bum holes, and G strings. Plus, another leopard print style bondage type one, with chains loosely hanging down.
There was a vibrator: a white, wand-style one, maybe seven inches with a setting function. I licked its top and turned it on. I heard its hum and switched it off. All ready to go, I thought. The places this must have been.
I could take this. It wasn’t too big and could fit just about into my pocket. That’s why I wore these trousers. Fuck it, I’m having it, I thought, and put it in my other pocket.
A dildo just lay there. It was one of those realistic looking ones, not that I knew a lot about vibrators or dildos. What struck me was its size. It was fucking massive. Easily twelve inches.
I picked it up and squeezed it, wrapping my hand around it. It was thick, as well as long. I sniffed it but could only smell the rubbery smell of its material. The thought of her sticking that in her pussy was too much for me. It was getting hard not to wank off there, all over her sexy outfits.
I lay the dildo out again, back on the bed, and made sure I got a close up of it on my phone. There was no way I could stick that down my trouser pocket.
I was shocked.
I thought she was a goer and sexually active, but fucking hell, she was an animal.
I thought of all the sex that went on in that room. All the sexy role-play and fucking. They must have been fucking like rabbits in there on that springy bed. How the fuck my cousins didn’t hear anything, I have no idea. Their parents were kinky animals.
Thinking about her doughy soft flesh in all these outfits. I was so hard, I desperately wanted to pull out my cock and start stroking it.
Maybe Jessica was like that too. Dan was a cock, just like his Dad. I always preferred Jessica, but never looked at her in a sexual way, but now at seventeen, she was mature. She looked more like her Mum too; had the beautiful silky complexion and oval-shaped pretty face. Her hair was long though, still a brunette, but her hair passed her shoulders.
Despite both her parents being tall, she wasn’t as tall as I thought she would have ended up. Still tall, maybe five-feet-six, but shorter than her Mum.
Although she was slim, you could tell she had her Mum’s curvy, larger frame underneath. Her chest though, well maybe that was more like her Dad’s, she only had small perky boobs, but the trademark big bum would develop,
I was more intrigued whether she inherited her Mum’s high sex drive and kinky ways. I didn’t have time to check her lingerie and toys today. Maybe I would again. If she was half as sexy as her Mum, her boyfriend was going to be in for a massive treat, especially as she gets older.
Deep in thought, my alarm went off. I turned it off and put my phone in my back pocket. My side pockets were full of my goodies. I was happy with what I had and my new discoveries.
I put the outfits and toys back in the plastic bags, jumped up, and threw them towards the back of the wardrobe shelf. Then, closed the wardrobe and sprung off out of the bedroom. Just as I gently closed the door, I felt a presence and looked around.
My auntie was stood there on the landing.
I hadn’t heard any noises; I had no idea where she had come from.
Without saying anything, she walked past me and into her bedroom, whilst I stood stationary, on the landing. The sweet smell of her fragrance passed me, and I felt her skirt rise and touch my trousers, as she swiftly moved past.
I stayed still but leaned forward and peered into her bedroom, she then quickly came out and stood just outside her room.
With one hand on her hip, further emphasising her womanly curves and large hips, she said.
“Well, Zach…what were you doing in my bedroom, just then. This isn’t the first time.”
Before I could answer, although I’m not sure what with, I was still distracted, thinking about her kinky outfits, and knowing what she was into.
She arched her neck around and saw something in her room, tutted, and disappeared back into her room. I heard the wardrobe close again and she returned.
Shit, I thought. I bet when I threw those plastic bags in, they had expanded back out and pushed the wardrobe open. That was sloppy. Maybe I would have got away with that if I wasn’t then caught outside her room.
“Well… you’ve been in your aunties plastic bags, haven’t you?” she said.
“No… I…” I shuttered.
I saw her glaze go to the stairway and up the stairs came my uncle.
You could hear his heavy feet move up them. First seeing his fat beer belly, with his t-shirt stretched out, exposing his overhanging belly. He was a disgusting sight. Even had some sunburn on his face.
“What’s going on here Ellie. You’re missing the party?” he said, looking at Auntie Ellie and ignoring me.
He was such an idiot.
“It’s fine Geoff…Zach was coming out of the toilet, as I was waiting,” Auntie Ellie said.
“Yes, I was hoping to go and see Jessica now. I haven’t really spoken to her yet.” I added.
“Yeah, sure.” Uncle Geoff said, with a disdainful tone.
I realised that I was red and blushing.
I looked across at Auntie Ellie and smiled, she smiled back too.
He walked up the final steps and stood slightly to the side as I walked past him. I saw him glance at my pocket. The one where my auntie’s pants were in, instantly I put my hand in that pocket and pushed them further down. I felt his gaze on me as I walked past and down the stairs. He was a big man, well over six feet.
Fucking hell. What would I have said, if my uncle didn’t turn up? What would she have done?
Smiling to myself, I thought how ‘cool’ she was, I always thought that. No drama. Didn’t grass me up to my uncle.
Then. Fucking hell, I thought. Next time she goes into that naughty plastic bag of hers, she will see the vibrator was gone and know it was me.
I doubted, she would notice the French knickers missing, she had quite an extensive lingerie collection.
***
I went outside and got involved in some small talk.
Jessica came over chatting. I was so horny for her Mum. I started to think about her and a threesome with her Mum. Her Mum in one of those outfits fucking me. Jessica sitting on my face, watching her experienced Mum fuck me like an animal.
I was desperate for this party to end, to go home and have one hell of an almighty wank.
My auntie reappeared, hand in hand with my Uncle. He probably got some action up there.
Auntie Ellie looked at me, as they walked past, as did my uncle, but his was with disgust. As they walked past me, his big hand on her waist dropped to grope her bum. I’m sure he did that to grab my attention.
I noticed a few others looking across. They annoyed people. Always making out how great their sex life was: little touches, kisses. My uncle behaved like some gorilla around Auntie Ellie, showing off his catch. He had always been like that. No idea what she saw in him at all.
“Gross,” Jessica said to me.
I laughed. Even their children thought they were a bit much at times.
“How embarrassing, too old to be like that. My parents are so embarrassing,” she continued.
“Sex should be banned after forty. Who wants to think of that?” I replied.
She laughed.
“Just gross,” she said.
I was thinking, I couldn’t think of anything more to the contrary. There was nothing more I would like to do now, than feast on her…