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When I was 14, my parents went away for a 2 week vacation and made arrangements
for me to stay with the next-door neighbors while they were gone. The neighbor
had a son close to my age, that I was good friends with, so it wasn’t bad for
me. My friend’s name was Dave, and he lived with his single mother who I called
Aunt-Karen. She wasn’t my aunt, but that was how I had been brought up to refer
to her. Aunt-Karen was attractive, although certainly not beautiful, and was
probably in her mid to late thirties. She was a very affectionate woman, a
little overweight, but that just made her curvy in all the right places. When
my parents left for their vacation, they saw me to Aunt-Karen’s door before they
left. Aunt-Karen gave me a big welcoming hug that pushed my face into her ample
bosom. She said to my parents, "Bye! Have a great time! I’ll take good care
of your boy.” And we waved as they drove off.
I think I have Aunt-Karen to thank for my lingerie fetish. From the time I was
a young boy, I remember seeing her wearing dresses with slips underneath. She
always seemed to have a problem with her slip showing. The lace at the hem
would stick out an inch or so most of the time. Every now and then she would
realize it and do this thing where she would grab the waist of her slip through
her dress and hike it up enough to hide the lacey hem. One time, when she had
my family over for dinner, she was in the kitchen cooking and I happened to walk
in just as she was lifting up her dress to adjust her slip. She had the side of
her dress lifted all the way up to her hip and had her hand under her dress,
arranging her slip. I could see her nylon covered thigh, up to the edge of her
slip, and her white slip all the way up to her waist! When she saw me, there
was no reaction. She just kept on fixing her slip, then asked me to get the
silverware out of the drawer for her. This is one of my earliest erotic
associations with lingerie.
Anyway, here I was, a boy of 14, with all my hormones flowing, staying for 2
weeks with the woman that was responsible for my lingerie fetish. Mostly it was
like staying with anyone else for two weeks, except for flashes of Aunt-Karen’s
lingerie every now and then. Well, at least that’s the way it started.
The first night I was there, I was in the guest room. And after just getting
into bed, Aunt-Karen came in to give me a good night kiss. The lights were off
in the room, and when she stepped into the doorway, the light from the hallway
lit up the nightgown she was wearing so that I could see the shape of her body
through it. She leaned over the bed to pull the covers up to my neck, and gave
me a long look at her deep cleavage. Then she said, “welcome to our house. I
hope you’ll feel comfortable here. If there’s anything you need, just ask.”
Then she gave me a nice kiss on the lips that lasted just a fraction of a second
longer than a motherly kiss would last. On her way out, she paused in the
doorway for several seconds and looked back at me, giving me another look at her
silhouette before saying good night.
The next morning is when I began to wonder if she was teasing me on purpose.
Dave was gone to a music lesson and I was home alone with Aunt-Karen. She was
doing some laundry, and asked me to give her a hand folding some clothes. I was
more than happy to help. I sat on the floor across from her in her bedroom with
a basket of lingerie on the floor. She said, just grab something and start
folding. It was both embarrassing and erotic as I pulled a pair of her large
nylon panties out of the basket and folded them for her. She looked over at me
and smiled. The way she was sitting on the floor, sitting up with her legs
crossed underneath her, I could see up her dress to the crotch of her panties.
They appeared to be much like the panties I was folding on my lap. I reached
into the basket and pulled out another pair. This pair had a lace front. She
said, “those are pretty, don’t you think?” I was starting to get an erection.
“Yes,” I said, “they are nice.” I tried not to sound too excited about it, but
my voice shook a little. Each time she leaned forward to pull out another
article of clothing, she gave me a great peek down the front of her dress. I
could see her cleavage and the edges of her bra. I was squirming on the floor,
trying to subtly rearrange my erection. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yes,” I
said. “You look uncomfortable. This must be embarrassing for you folding my
lingerie. Here, let me get those for you,” she said, reaching toward my lap to
grab the pair of panties I was folding. The back of her hand lingered on my
erection for just a second as she took her panties from my lap. She pretended
not to notice. Then she said, “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
She scratched her thigh which hiked her dress up her leg so that her slip was
showing. “No. That’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind.” “Really?” she said. I
nodded. Then she asked, “do you like it?” I wasn’t quite prepared for the
question. She was looking at my erection. “Yeah,” I said, again trying not to
sound too enthusiastic. “It’s okay.”
And there we remained for the next 15 minutes or so. Folding her lingerie
together. She had slips and panties and nightgowns long and short. Nothing was
said between us for that time. At least I don’t remember anything being said.
She would look at me every now and then. She would change her position on the
floor, giving me another peek at her slip, or another look up her dress, or lean
forward exposing her cleavage to me. I stopped trying to cover my erection.
I’m pretty sure she was aware of it, although she never mentioned it. One time,
she got up off the floor to put some things away in a drawer. She stood up
first, and then bent over to pick up a small pile off the floor. She was right
in front of me, with her back to me, her butt just inches from my face when she
bent at the waist to pick up the pile on the floor. She spent a few seconds
rearranging the pile before she picked it up, giving me the opportunity to tilt
my head to the side and look right up her dress. When we were done folding all
the clothes, she helped me up off the floor and gave me a big hug, pushing my
face into her cleavage. I remember feeling my erection touch her thigh. “Thank
you for your help,” she said. “Anytime!” I said sincerely. She turned me
around and patted me on the butt. “Now go run along and watch some TV or
something. I’ll make lunch as soon as David gets home.”
This was just the first of several erotic encounters for me in the two weeks I
stayed with Aunt-Karen.

My next erotic experience with Aunt-Karen happened later that day. She was
taking a shower in the master bathroom while her son (my friend) Dave was
showering in the hall bathroom. I was watching TV when I heard her calling from
her bathroom to me. “Will you bring me a towel?” she called. “I’m soaking wet,
and there aren’t any clean ones in here.”
I grabbed a clean towel from the hall closet and brought it into her room.
“Will you bring it in to me?” she asked from the bathroom. The door to the
bathroom was opened, and I walked in with the towel. She had the shower curtain
pulled across her chest, her head sticking out the side. It was one of those
translucent curtains that you can see through, but everything is sort of fuzzy
or cloudy looking. I could clearly make out the shape of her large nipples
through the curtain. And I could see the darkness of her bush down lower. I
stood there for a few seconds, transfixed. This was the first time I had been
this close to a naked woman. She must have known that I could see through the
curtain. She reached her arm out to me to take the towel, and in doing so, one
of her breasts came fully into view. “Thank you, David. You’re a sweetheart”
she said as she took the towel and covered herself with it.
As I walked out of the bedroom, she called back to me. “David. Will you do me
another favor?” “Sure,” I said. “You remember which drawer I put my panties
in? The top one?” “Yeah…” I said. “Will you bring me a pair?” “Uh, sure.” I
answered.
I went to her panty drawer, wondering why she was having me do this. I think it
must have been because of my reaction earlier that day when I was helping her
with the laundry. I rummaged through her panty drawer, looking at all the
beautiful silky nylon panties, imagining them on her, remembering looking up her
dress and seeing them on her body. I found the pair with the lace front and
pulled them out. I held them up and admired them.
“David,” she called to me from the bathroom. “Did you find them?” “Uh, yeah.
I’m coming,” I answered.
She had her towel wrapped around her and tucked in just above her breasts. The
towel was long enough to just barely cover her hips. “Thank you,” she said,
taking the panties from me. She immediately began putting them on right in
front of me. She put one leg in, turning her hips in a way that her butt was
turned partially toward me. And as she bent over to step into her panties, I
could see the bottom curves of her butt. As she stepped in with her second
foot, her toe got caught on the crotch of the panties and she lost her balance,
falling forward onto the bathroom floor. She had her panties up to her knee on
her right leg. I could see up her towel and got a clear view of her pussy! She
rolled over onto her back and reached to her knee to rub it.
“Are you okay?” I asked. Her knee was drawn up to her as she rubbed it, again
completely exposing herself to me. “I just bumped my knee… What a clutz I am!
Here…help me up,” she said, reaching her hand toward me. As she stood up, it
became apparent that her towel had come undone when she fell, and it dropped to
the ground when she stood up. She stood before me completely naked except for a
pair of panties around one of her ankles. She quickly reached for her panties
and stepped into them, pulling them up to her waist. She covered her breasts
with one arm. Well, actually they weren’t covered very well. She was really
only able to cover her nipples. The bottom curves of her breasts were exposed
below her arm, and the tops of them spilled out over the top.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again. Any reason to stay there and look
at her in her lace front panties a little while longer. I could see the hair of
her trimmed bush poking out through the lace. “I’m fine,” she said. “Now run
along!” As she said this, she shooed me away with a flip of her hand. I
remember very clearly seeing her breasts jiggling a little bit behind her arm as
she made the shooing motion. I turned and left her room with a raging erection.
I’m pretty sure she noticed my reaction…
After this, I started looking for reasons to be alone with Aunt-Karen. When she
was cooking dinner that night, I went into the kitchen to help her. She was
wearing a mid-thigh length dress. Her slip was showing about an inch below her
dress. And the top of her dress buttoned up, but it was a little too tight.
Her breasts were straining the buttons, and the scoop neck showed several inches
of cleavage as well as the edges of her bra. The kitchen was rather small, and
each time she moved past me she would rub either her breasts or her butt against
me. It was driving me crazy! Finally I got up the courage to say something
about her slip, to see what she would do. “Aunt-Karen, your slip is showing,” I
said.
I couldn’t believe it when she said, “my hands are a mess. Could you pull it up
for me please?”
“Um…how?” I asked hardly believing my good fortune!
“Just grab the waist of the slip through my dress, and pull it up.”
So I did like she said, but I couldn’t get a hold of her slip. I kept grabbing
at her hips through the material of the dress but couldn’t actually get a good
enough hold on her slip to pull it up. “I can’t get it,” I finally said. “It
keeps slipping out of my fingers.
“Here,” she said, using her wrist to slide up the hem of her dress about 8 or 10
inches, “just lift up my dress and do it that way.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Come on. You practically saw me naked this morning. You shouldn’t be
embarassed to see my slip!”
“Okay…” I put my hand under her dress and reached up. Then I put my other hand
up the other side of her dress, lifting the hem practically up to her waist. As
I put my hands up her dress, I slid them up the sides of her thighs, feeling the
nylon material of the slip against her legs. She now stood in front of me with
her dress up to her waist and my hands on her hips. I slipped my fingers into
the waist of her slip and lifted it up an inch or two, sliding my fingers all
the way around her waist to bring it up evenly. I could see a hint of her
panties underneath the slip. I couldn’t take any more time without drawing too
much attention to the pleasure I was taking in having my hands on her and seeing
her in her slip. I let the hem of her dress drop back down.
“Thank you. That wasn’t so bad now was it?” she said. Then she gave me one of
those big hugs, smashing my face into her cleavage.
“N..no. Not at all,” I stammered. I was becoming convinced that we shared the
same fantasies.
There seemed to be a kind of understanding that developed between us. Every
time we were alone after that, something seemed to happen. It was never spoken
out loud, but somehow it became clear. I began looking forward to when Dave
would go to his music lessons.
One time when he was gone, I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Aunt
Karen. She invited me to snuggle up with her, reaching her arm out to wrap
around my shoulder . I layed my head down on her ample breast as she held me
close. Her cleavage was right in my face – almost too close to focus on. I
pretended to fall asleep. I rolled toward her and let my arm go across her
waist, burying my face into her bosom. My erection began pushing its way down
the leg of my pants. After a few minutes I felt her slide her hand into the
back of my pants, just a little way down, about where the top of my ass began to
split. Her hand moved slightly, tickling my tail bone. I stirred a little bit
still feigning deep sleep, but moved my hand to just below her right breast so I
could feel the bottom curve of her breast on my hand. She reached to my elbow
as if to hold me closer, but the effect was to pull my hand more firmly into her
breast. My hand was now completely cupping the underside of her breast. I
could feel the lace cup of her big, utilitarian bra beneath the thin material of
her dress.
So here was my position: my face was pressed against her left breast, my hand
reached across her waist and was cupping her right breast, and she had one hand
in the back of the waist of my pants and the other holding my arm that was on
her breast. I stirred again, forcing myself to breathe deeply and slowly as if
in a deep sleep. As I stirred, I felt her hand slip a little deeper into my
pants, just tickling the top of the crack of my ass. I squeezed her breast
lightly with my hand, and thought I heard her moan slightly. We layed like this
for a while. Every now and then she would pull on my elbow a little, forcing my
hand more firmly into her breast. When she heard the door open when David came
home, she woke me and the fun was over.
But there were many more opportunities. Since it seemed that we were both
looking for opportunities, they arose often. One night when I was getting ready
to go to sleep, she came in to tuck me in, wearing only a sheer white nylon robe
and panties. The robe tied at the collar, with no other attachment. As she
walked in to my room, the robe billowed open, giving me a clear view of her
white brief panties. Toward the top I could see the under curves of her breasts
where the robe split below the collar. She was braless, and her breasts were
moving freely as she walked in. When she stopped next to my bed the robe closed
most of the way, but I could still clearly see the crotch of her white panties,
and the place where her breasts met just at the split of her robe. Her breasts
continued moving for a couple of seconds even after she stopped. The bedside
lamp was still on, illuminating her so that I could clearly see her large
silverdollar sized nipples through the thin material. I could see they were
erect, and I wonder now if it was from her excitement of exposing herself to me
in this way. She sat on the edge of my bed. I wondered if she noticed the rise
in the covers where my erection was growing. She sat with her hip next to mine,
turned toward me, leaning on her arm which was now reaching across to the far
side of my hip. The effect was unbelievable. Her robe spread open and the way
she leaned sideways, caused her breast to hang into the opening completely
exposed. She looked into my eyes, and I’m sure she noticed me staring at her
exposed breast. She then turned and reached across the twin bed to the lamp on
the other side to turn it off. As she did this, her breasts hung just inches
from my face. I wanted to reach up and grab them and suck on them, but I was
paralyzed with excitement. She seemed to have a little trouble with the light
switch, and as she fiddled with it, her breasts continued to swing in front of
my face. I throbbed with excitement, on the brink of orgasm, just from the site
of her, exposed to me so closely. My breathing was short and shallow. She got
the light turned off and sat back up on the edge of my bed. She said
good-night, and gave me a kiss on the lips. I remember her lips were soft,
warm, and very wet. Her lips lingered on mine a little too long to be
considered a motherly kiss, but only just so. As she moved to stand up, her arm
or her hand (I’m not sure which) brushed against my throbbing erection, and with
my mouth closed, I silently orgasmed, shooting semen all over my stomach under
the sheets. I tried not to convulse noticably as the waves of pleasure washed
over me. “Good night” she said again from the doorway, blowing me a kiss.
The next day, when David was at his music lesson, Aunt Karen decided to do some
sunbathing by the pool. First, she called me into her bedroom to ask me what I
thought of her bathing suit. She had a towel wrapped around her as she
explained that this was a new bathing suit, and she didn’t think she would wear
it in public, but thought it would be great for the pool at home. She removed
her towel and revealed the tiniest bikini bathing suit that I can imagine her
fitting into! It was a string bikini in the true sense of the word. It was
plain white and was just three small triangles of material with strings holding
them together. The cups of the top were not cups at all, but tiny triangles
about 3 inches on a side that just covered the areolas of her nipples. The
strings that came from the tops of the triangles, tied behind her neck, and the
string that threaded through the bottoms of the triangles tied behind her back.
I could see breast flesh on all sides of the triangles. The triangle covering
her pubic area was just as small – about three inches on each side, with one
string threaded through the top and going around her hips and the other coming
from the downward pointing corner of the triangle, between her legs and up the
crack of her ass in the back, connecting at the waist. She turned around giving
me the rear view. Her ass was wide, yet smooth and round. There was nothing
covering it, just a single string splitting it in to two round globes. She
turned back around quickly and as she stopped turning, her breasts kept moving
and one of them sprang free from the cup. “Woops” she said, quickly pulling the
triangle back down over her nipple, “I guess I’m going to have to watch that!
These things don’t give me much support!” She adjusted both of the triangles so
that they were carefully arranged to cover her nipples. “So what do you think?”
she asked.
“You look fantastic!” I said.
“You think so?” she said, twisting and turning to give me views from all angles.

“Uhhh, yeah!” I stammered.
“You don’t think I’m too fat for this?”
“Definitely not” I assured her.
“You’re so sweet, Honey!” she said as she grabbed my head and planted a quick
wet kiss on my lips.
“I mean it!” I reassured her. “I think you look great!”
She invited me to come lay out by the pool with her. I of course accepted
quickly and ran to put on my swim shorts and join her at the pool. When I came
out, she was rubbing suntan oil on her chest, completely covering her skin in an
oily sheen from her neck down. She ran her hands under the strings of her top
and under the bottom curves of her breasts, then down her stomach, just to the
top of her bottom triangle. “Would you do my legs?” she asked as she handed me
the bottle of oil. I nodded my head and took the bottle. I dripped oil onto
her leg, starting at her foot and going all the way up to her hip. I started by
rubbing the oil into her foot.
“MMMM, that feels good!” she moaned.
I worked my way up her calves and past her knees to her thighs. They were soft
and smooth and warm from the sun. She lay back with her eyes closed as I rubbed
the oil into her legs and looked at her triangle-covered crotch. The little
white triangle barely covered her womanhood. Her pubic thatch had been trimmed
just to fit beneath the material. I could see a few stray hairs peeking from
the edges. My erection crept down the leg of my shorts, causing an opening up
the leg of my shorts. I wondered if she looked from that angle, if she would be
able to see the head of my now throbbing member. She moaned again as I moved my
hands higher up her thighs. I slipped one hand between her thighs and had one
on the outside as I ran my hands up closer to her triangle. She parted her legs
just slightly and scooted down toward my hand. The edge of my index finger
brushed her pussy lips, now puffy and almost visible under her tiny bikini
bottoms. And just as soon as I began to realize what had happened, she began to
roll over on her stomach. “Will you do my back too?” she asked. “Sure” I
answered.
Again, starting at her feet, I worked my way slowly up her legs to her thighs,
and now her virtually naked ass. “It’s okay,” she said as I got close to her
soft buttocks, “put it everywhere. I don’t want to get burned!” So I worked
the oil into the soft cheeks of her ass, kneading and rubbing them, pulling them
slightly apart. “Make sure you get it under the strings too” she said. So I
slid my hand under the string that went around her waist and applied the oil
there, then slowly, tentatively, slid my fingers under the string the went
between her ass cheeks. I started at the top and slowly worked my way down the
crack of her ass. She lifted her hips slightly off the lounge chair as I got
lower, and I felt the puckered ring of her asshole. “And my back too” she said.
I rubbed the oil into her back, feeling the bulging sides of her breasts as I
ran my hands down her sides. She was now totally covered in oil.
I laid back in the lounge chair next to hers and my erection lifted the leg of
my shorts a couple of inches off of my leg. I quickly reached into the top of
my shorts to rearrange myself, pulling my erection upwards. It now caused a
tent in the center. Aunt Karen rolled back over on her back. Her heavy breasts
fell to her sides now. Her nipples were covered by the triangles, but I could
see the edges of her dark areolas. And she either didn’t notice, or pretended
not to. I couldn’t keep from staring at them! The nipples stood erect, about a
half inch long, poking at the triangles. And I could now see that the dark
areolas around them were all puckered and bumpy. She squirmed around in her
chair a bit and as she did so, her right nipple (the one on my side) popped
free! I couldn’t believe it! Here I was sitting two feet from my friend’s
beautiful mother, staring at her exposed nipple.
I enjoyed that view for several minutes before she noticed her exposure and
covered her nipple again with the scant material. She then got up from her
chair and went to the edge of the pool. She got on her hands and knees and
reached into the pool to grab the thermometer and check the temperature. As she
did so, she pointed her ass at me. And the effect of her bending forward like
that in that string bikini was amazing! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
The triangle of material must have ended right at the top of her pussy. Because
when she bent over, I could see it all!! The string split the puffy lips of her
pussy, went up past her pink, puckered asshole, and then up the rest of her
crack. She knelt there like that for a while, looking at the thermometer. “I
can never read this thing,” she mumbled. “You have to hold it just right.” She
continued looking at it, rolling it back and forth in her fingers as I stared at
her exposed womanhood. The tent in my shorts was bouncing up and down with my
heartbeat as I looked at her. She turned around and looked at me. I quickly
moved my eyes from her ass to her face. I saw her glance furtively at my
throbbing crotch. “I give up,” she said. “I can’t read this thing. But the
water feels warm!” She stood up and dove in the water. When she climbed out,
she was totally exposed. I don’t know if she did this on purpose, but I think
she must have. Both of the top triangles had been pushed down by her dive in
the water, below her breasts. So it looked like she just had a string tied
around and under her breasts. The triangle of her bottom had been pushed to the
side, exposing the triangle of hair it was meant to cover. She started walking
back to the lounge chair before she began adjusting the triangles of her top. I
watched in awe! As she pulled one of the triangles up to cover her nipple, her
breast slipped out and flopped down. She gathered her big breast back up and
slipped the triangle over her nipple, successfully this time. Then repeated the
same with the other. She still hadn’t noticed how her bottoms had moved to the
side. When she sat back down on her lounge chair, she immediately laid her head
back and still didn’t see how her crotch was exposed. I sat at the edge of the
pool now, looking straight up her legs at her exposed pussy and the tuft of hair
above it. She left her legs open with one foot on the ground on either side of
the chair, rocking her knees from side to side. She stayed in that position for
a long time. I slipped into the pool right in front of her and turned toward
her standing at the edge of the pool with just my head above the edge. I
slipped my shorts down around my knees and started stroking myself as I stared
between her soft thighs at her pink womanhood and her short curly pubic thatch.
It was only a minute before I was shooting streams of cum into Aunt Karen’s
pool.
One day, while I was staying at my friend Dave’s house with him and his mother
(who I call Aunt Karen), he was at one of his music lessons, and Aunt Karen was
going out to do some shopping. “Would you do me a favor while I’m gone?” she
asked me.
“Of course,” I replied, “anything!”
“There’s a basket of laundry in my walk-in closet,” she said. “Will you fold it
and hang it while I’m gone?”
“Sure!” I said.
She gave me one of her big warm hugs and said, “Thank you. You’re such a
sweetheart!” Then gave me one of those soft, warm, wet kisses and walked out
the door.
In her closet, I found the basket of laundry she was referring to. It was full
of lingerie – slips, panties, bras, nightgowns, etc. There were whites, blacks,
pastels… shimmering silky lingerie of all types and colors. I couldn’t resist
the temptation to feel the fabric against my skin. I quickly stripped out of my
clothes and selected a pair of large nylon briefs to step into. I pulled them
up my legs and over my throbbing erection. The large panties were loose on me
and felt so erotic against my skin. I thought to myself, “the panties that
touch Aunt Karen’s pussy are touching me.” I touched myself lightly through the
panties, on the verge of exploding. I turned and looked at myself in the full
length mirror. I looked ridiculous standing there in a big pair of women’s
panties with my erection standing out in front of me. But it was somehow still
erotic to see. I fished through the basket some more, and came up with a white
knee-length half-slip. I held the slip in my hand and rubbed the material of
the slip against the material of the panties that still covered my penis. The
feeling sent shivers through me. Something about the whole experience felt
naughty or bad or perverted or something, in a way that was very exciting. I
stepped into the slip and pulled it up to my waist. I rubbed myself all over,
feeling the slip rub against the panties on my ass and on my penis. I took off
the slip, and then the panties, and found one of her nightgowns to put on. It
was a long, floor length gown that was double layered, yet so sheer you could
see through both layers. I pulled it on over my head, breathing in deeply, the
distinctive smell of her lingerie. It slid down over my shoulders, covering my
whole body. I touched myself through the material and felt the way the two
layers of sheer nylon rubbed against each other. I looked again at myself in
the mirror, and had that same mixed feeling of thinking I looked ridiculous, yet
at the same time feeling naughty, perverted, and very excited. I fished
through the basket for more items to try on or to rub against myself. I took
off the nightgown and stepped into another pair of big nylon brief panties and
then another, and stood there with two pairs of Aunt Karen’s panties on, rubbing
myself through the layers of material.
I must have been so engrossed in what I was doing, either that or Aunt Karen was
very quiet and stealthful when she came back early. I didn’t hear the car drive
up, or the door close, or anything. In fact I had no indication that she was
home until she was standing at the door of her closet, looking at me. I stood
there like an idiot, wearing nothing but two pair of her panties, and an
erection pointing six inches out in front of me in the panties. My hand was
still on my cock when I saw her there. I was humiliated! I didn’t know what to
say. And she just stood there looking at me. She had a little grin on her face
as she kept looking back and forth between my face and my erection. “My my!”
she said. “Well aren’t you having fun!”
I just stood there and stammered… “I… I… uh… I’m… uh…”
“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s perfectly normal for boys to be curious about
things like girl’s panties and things. I won’t tell anyone about this. I
understand what it must be like for you, having all those hormones running
through your young body. In fact, when I saw the way you seemed to enjoy
helping me with my laundry the other day, I thought you might get some enjoyment
out of going through my lingerie in private. That’s why I asked you to help me
with this.”
I just stood there, dumbfounded, looking at the woman whose panties I was
wearing!
She said, “Do you like the way they feel?”
“Uh, yeah…” I replied. “They feel nice.”
“Do you want to see what they feel like on me?” she asked. Then she lifted up
the hem of her dress and showed me her panties. They were exactly the same as
the ones I had on. “I guess we have the same taste!” she joked. “Go ahead.
Feel them. It’s okay.”
I stepped closer to her and reached out to her panty covered hips.
“Why don’t you kneel down so you can take a closer look” she said. So I knelt
down in front of her which put my face at the height of her crotch. “Go ahead,”
she said. “Touch them.”
Obediently I reached up to her hips and ran my hands over her panties. She
turned around, lifting her dress in the back. “Here. Feel the back too.” And
I ran my hands all over her nylon covered ass. My mind was reeling. I couldn’t
believe this was happening! “Do you want to smell them?” she asked. All I
could reply was an affirmative “Um hm.” And she said “go ahead” as she stuck
her ass out toward me slightly. I now had my hands on her hips and was pulling
her ass into my face as I took a deep whiff of her scent. I rubbed my face and
my nose all over her panty covered ass, drinking in the scent, the sensation,
the experience.
“Okay, that’s enough” she said as she moved away and lowered her dress. But I
was too far gone. She had already sent me over the edge. As I felt her dress
come down past my face I muttered “oh my god!” and I came hard in her panties,
shooting my cum against the nylon fabric that was caressing the sensitive tip of
my penis. As I sat there on the floor of her closet, shooting my cum into her
panties, she stood and watched as the spot of wetness on the front of the
panties spread into a large stain. Once again she reassured me: “It’s okay.
That’s perfectly normal. That’s what happens when boys get really excited.
Listen, I’ll leave you alone now. I just came back because I forgot my purse.
I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. Actually I’m flattered that you’re so
turned on by me and my lingerie. So don’t you worry about anything. And just
put those panties back in my dirty clothes hamper when you’re done. I’ll be
back in a little while. She leaned forward and holding my face in her hands,
she planted another soft, warm, and very wet kiss on my lips before leaving.
My last experience with Aunt Karen had been both my most embarrassing and most
erotic experience so far. She was kind enough not to mention it again. In
fact, she acted as if it had never happened. I think the situation, the
tension, between us worked better for both of us when it all seemed accidental
or innocent. On her part, I’m sure that was probably because I was u******e,
and it would have been wrong (at least as far as the law is concerned) for her
to have an overtly sexual relationship with me. So, the teasing continued…
The next experience I recall was one that took place in the garage. The
lightbulb was burned out and Aunt Karen was changing it. She asked me to give
her a hand and hold the ladder for her while she changed the lightbulb. She was
wearing a skirt at the time, and a top that I remember as being sort of a loose
fitting T-shirt type blouse that was cropped just below her breasts, exposing
her midriff. When I got out to the garage, she was bending over and reaching
into a lower cabinet to get the new lightbulb. She bent over at the waist,
giving me a double view that was unbelievable. As she bent over, her short
skirt rode up giving me a clear view of her panties which were very sheer and
had no cotton panel. I could see the lips of her pussy peeking out at me. Then
as I looked forward I saw the way the top fell away from her breasts when she
leaned forward. She was braless, and her big tits were in clear view as I
looked up her blouse. “Oh there you are!” she said. “Thanks for coming out to
give me a hand. I just need you to hold the ladder while I change that bulb.”
She was still bent over, looking back at me over her shoulder as she said this.
When she stood up and turned around, her blouse caught on one of her erect
nipples which held it up, exposing the underside of her breast. She adjusted
her top and moved over to the ladder. She reached up high on the ladder to show
me how she wanted me to hold it, and as she did, her blouse lifted up all the
way over her breasts, leaving them totally exposed. But she was looking back at
me, explaining what she wanted me to do, and seemed totally unaware of her
exposure.
She climbed about halfway up the ladder and then asked me to hold on to it as
she had shown me. Her ass was right at the level of my face at this point. And
in order for me to reach up high on the ladder as she wanted, I had to stay very
close to the ladder. The effect was that the hem of her skirt was swishing
around in front of my nose. And as she moved her ass, it would touch my face.
Then she moved up one more step. “You got me?” she asked.
“Yeah. I got you” I answered. Now the hem of her skirt was six inches above my
face and when I looked up, I was looking up her skirt, right at her panty
covered pussy. Then she moved up one more step and my view changed again. Now
I had a view up her skirt, but I was also looking through her legs and could see
up her blouse as she bent over the top of the ladder to look down at me. I
didn’t know where to look, there was so much to see!! Then she moved up one
last step and reached up to unscrew the lightbulb. As she unscrewed it, I
watched the hem of her dress swish back and forth and looked up her blouse to
see her bare breasts swinging back and forth as she turned the bulb.
She said “Okay, I’m coming down. You got me?” Of course I had her. She said,
“I know I could just have you hand me the other bulb, but I don’t want you to
let go of the ladder while I’m on it.”
“Okay,” I said. “Come on down.”
As she moved down the steps, I was transfixed by the beautiful view up her
skirt. She moved lower and lower and my view of her pantied pussy got better
and better, until finally my head was up her skirt and her pussy touched my
face. She didn’t move away. She just stopped right there. I breathed deeply
and enjoyed her scent. It smelled like flowers or perfume. She moved slightly,
rubbing her pussy against my face ever so subtly. Then she lifted up a little
bit and said “wooops! Excuse me.”
I said, “Oh, sorry” and moved away from the ladder, allowing her to come down.
She picked the new bulb up off the floor, giving me that great double peek at
her panties and up her shirt at her heavy swaying breasts. When she stood up
this time, the shirt had crept above both of her nipples and she made no attempt
to cover them. She climbed the ladder once again, and again I began holding the
ladder when the hem of her skirt was at the same height as my face. This time,
when she got to the top of the ladder, she turned around and sat on the top
step, facing my direction. About a foot above my eye level, her knees were
spread about 8 or 10 inches apart, giving me a clear, close-up view of her panty
covered pussy. I was close enough, and the panties were sheer enough, that I
could make out the pink lips of her flower, and the dark tuft of pubic hair
above it. As she reached up to screw in the light bulb, her shirt lifted even
higher, completely exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard, standing out
about ¾ of an inch. Her areolas were dark and puckered. I could see the
shadows of a few light blue veins just beneath the surface of the skin. As she
screwed in the bulb, I watched her breasts shake back and forth. It was almost
too much to bear! I kept glancing back and forth between her swaying breasts
and her sheer panty covered crotch. My erection throbbed in my shorts.
This time, when she came down, she did so facing me. She reached her hands out
toward me and said, “give me a hand.” Her hands grabbed onto my shoulders and I
placed my hands on either side of her waist. As she stepped down, my hands
slipped higher on her waist until I felt her breasts brushing them. When she
was two steps from the bottom, she jumped the rest of the way down. My hands
slipped even higher when she did this, and now my thumbs were in the creases
below her breasts. I felt their soft warm flesh on the backs of my thumbs and
my wrists. She thanked me for helping her, and told me I had strong hands. I
became conscious of the fact that my hands were still on her, and pulled them
away. I wanted to say something to her. My heart pounded in my chest. I
didn’t want to offend her. I wanted to compliment her in some way. I said,
“you have very soft skin,” and blushed. She touched my cheek and told me I was
sweet, before going back into the house.

My second week with Aunt Karen was even better than the first! I had forgotten
that David (my friend and Aunt Karen’s son) was going away on an orchestra tour
for a week. I was going to be all alone in the house with Aunt Karen for a
whole week! I tried not to sound happy when David reminded me he was going to
be leaving. I assured him that I’d be okay. I told him his mom was cool and
that I’d be okay staying with her for the week. But secretly, I could hardly
contain myself. I couldn’t wait for him to get out of the house so I could have
Aunt Karen all to myself.
Finally the day came. David left in the van that picked him up at the house.
Aunt Karen and I waved from the front door. As the van pulled away, Aunt Karen
turned to me and said, “Well it’s just you and me now…”
“Yup!” I agreed, trying to contain my excitement. We went back inside. She
told me that she was going shopping in a little while, and asked me if I wanted
to come. I said I would.
About an hour later, she called me into her bedroom. When I walked in, I found
her standing by her bed holding two dresses in her hands, one on each side. She
was dressed only in a full slip. It was ivory colored and sort of shiny and
shimmering. I could vaguely see the shape of her panties through the material.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breasts were only partly supported by
the top of her slip. As she moved, her breasts moved freely, swaying back and
forth as she turned to show me the dresses she held. She had the straps on the
slip adjusted very loosely. Most of her breasts were visible. Just the bottom
1/3 was covered. She said, “Which do you like better?” One of the dresses was
a longer dress – maybe knee length or a little longer. It had buttons all the
way up the front and had a scooped neckline. The other dress was a shorter
dress made of stretchy material that looked like it would really hug her curves,
but it also had a higher neckline. I said they both looked pretty. And said
I’d like to see what they looked like on.
So she put the shorter dress on her bed and put her arms into the longer one,
like you’d put your arms into a jacket. There were about 20 buttons on the
dress and she asked me if I’d help with them. So I knelt on the floor in front
of her and began at the bottom while she began at the top. I took my time,
thoroughly enjoying helping her dress. I worked my way slowly up the dress as
she worked her way down. When I reached the button by her crotch, she moved in
a way that caused my hand to touch her pussy. I left it there, letting the back
of my hand push into her as I worked on the button. She didn’t move away
either. Finally, we met at her waist and I stood up to take a look at her.
“What do you think?” she asked. She twirled around. And the flared skirt of
her dress spun out to the side revealing her slip underneath.
I told her it was beautiful! “You don’t think it’s too low cut?” she asked,
slipping a finger into the scooped neck line of her dress. She must have had at
least four inches of cleavage showing. The neck went so low that when she moved
one way or the other, you could see the top edge of her slip.
“No” I assured her. “It looks great!”
She bent forward, and her breasts bulged at the edge of her top. She said “What
about when I bend forward like this?” She put her hands on her knees and the
top loosened and fell away slightly, from her breasts.
“Your hair is in the way” I said.
“Come down here,” she said, pointing to the floor in front of her.
I squatted down in front of her. My face was about two feet from her deep
cleavage. Her breasts hung down pendulously. I wanted to stick my face in
there and rub her breasts on my face. I felt my erection growing down the leg
of my pants. “Well?” she said. “Is it too low cut?” She swung her breasts
from side to side as I watched.
“No,” I lied. “It looks fine.”
“Are you sure?” She leaned a little farther forward and rolled her shoulders
forward to make the top even looser. I could see all the way to her nipple on
one of her breasts, and damn close to it on the other. My young cock was
throbbing in the leg of my pants.
“It still looks fine,” I told her. That was definitely not a lie!
“You sure you can’t see too much? How about when I do this?” And she started
swaying forward and back, causing her breasts to swing toward me and away from
me. When they swung forward, I could see both of her nipples. At one point, I
thought her breasts might swing completely out of the dress. But they didn’t,
much to my disappointment.
I assured her that the dress wasn’t too revealing, and asked her to show me the
other dress. She asked me to help with her buttons again and I started at the
bottom, unbuttoning it this time. I pretended to have trouble with one of the
buttons near her crotch again, hoping that she would press into my hand again.
And she did. She sort of pretended to lose her balance and shifted her feet to
catch herself. When she shifted them, she moved closer to my hand, pressing
herself into me. I let my hand linger there as long as I could while I fiddled
with the button. I felt the warmth of her womanhood on the back of my hand. I
thought I heard a slight moan escape her lips. And then all the buttons were
undone.
I stood up and she dropped the dress off her shoulders. Once again she stood
before me in only her slip and panties. It was difficult for me to stand up
straight. My erection was pointed down the leg of my pants. I quickly reached
into my pants and adjusted myself. I was more comfortable, but the head of my
penis was clearly outlined in my pants. It was obvious that she had given me a
raging hard-on. “You do like that dress, don’t you!” she teased as she looked
openly at the bulge in my pants. I just nodded my head.
She turned and picked the other dress up off the bed, then set it back down.
She slipped a finger under the shoulder strap of her slip and said, “I can’t
wear a slip with this one. It’s too short and tight!” As she slipped the
straps off her shoulders and began lowering her slip, she said, “I hope you’re
not embarrassed to see me like this. After all, you did see me in the shower.”
I stood transfixed as she lowered the slip, exposing her breasts to me
completely. The slip dropped to the floor at her feet. She was now naked
except for her large white brief panties. As she bent over to pick up her slip
off the floor and stood back up, her breasts swung out and back with the
movement. She handed the slip to me and asked me to hold it for her. As she
turned to pick her dress up off the bed again, she reached behind herself and
ran her fingers under the elastic leg bands of her panties, adjusting them over
her butt. Then she stepped into her dress and began pulling it up her legs. It
was very tight on her and as she pulled it up her thighs, she wiggled back and
forth working it up. Her breasts wiggled and swayed with the movement. Her
erect nipples danced in front of her breasts. I wished I could suck on them
like a baby. And as I was wishing that, she stopped with her dress pulled just
over her round hips to her waist. She must have noticed me staring at her
breasts. She reached out to me and said, “Thank you for helping me choose my
dress.” And she pulled me to her. She hugged me tightly, holding my head to
her soft breasts. I couldn’t believe my face was touching her breasts! I felt
my erection rubbing against her leg. I started feeling a bit dizzy. And with
an exhale of breath, I shot my load in my pants. She continued holding me as my
body shuddered.
She released me and I stepped back from her. I looked down at myself and saw a
large wet spot spreading on the front of my pants. She must have known I was
embarrassed. She said, “Now don’t be embarrassed. It’s understandable that a
young man like yourself would get excited looking at my breasts. In fact I’m
flattered! I just feel old and overweight sometimes. It’s nice to know I can
have this effect on you.” She slipped her arms into the sleeves of her dress
and pulled it up over her breasts. She looked incredible in the dress. If fit
her like it was painted on. I could see every feature of her erect nipples
poking at the material. She pulled at the bottom hem of the dress and stretched
it down to the middle of her thighs. It hugged her waist and her hips with
determination.
“I feel responsible for that,” she said, pointing at the stain on the front of
my pants. “Why don’t you step out of those and I’ll rinse them out right away.”
Without waiting for me to either protest or agree, she reach for my belt and
unbuckled it. Then she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. My
erection was still hard and throbbing as she pulled my pants down to the floor.
I was wearing a white pair of jockey shorts that also had a big wet spot on
them, starting where the tip of my erection pressed against my underwear. She
said, “It looks like we better rinse these out too. I used to be a nurse, you
know. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ve seen lots of these.” She pulled
on the elastic waistband and pulled my underwear down. My penis sprung out,
still erect, and pointed straight at her. It was still dripping a little bit.
She was on her knees in front of me pulling my underwear down my legs. Her face
was just inches from my still erect, throbbing, and dripping penis. The
mixture of eroticism and embarrassment was incredible. She took my hand and led
me into her bathroom. She dropped my pants and underwear into the sink and ran
the water. Then she reached for a wash cloth and wet it under the running
water. “We better wash you off too,” she said.
She reached for me and cradled my balls as she stroked my penis with the damp
wash cloth. I think I moaned as she did this, but I don’t remember for sure. I
was in a daze. She rinsed out the wash cloth and reached for me again. This
time she held my shaft in one hand while she carefully dabbed and wiped the head
of my penis. “There, that’s better,” she said. “Now you have to finish helping
me decide between the dresses.”
She led me back out into her bedroom then she went into her walk in closet for a
moment. When she returned, I was trying to cover myself with my hands. She
handed me a big pair of nylon briefs that she had retrieved from the closet.
She said, “Here, put these on so you won’t be naked while we finish.”
Obligingly, I stepped into her big panties. I pulled their soft, silky material
up my legs, then over my erection and up to my waist. They were big and loose
enough that they allowed my penis to stick straight out in front of me,
unhindered. She looked at me seriously and said “There, that’s nice. Now, what
do you think of this dress?”
She was so matter-of-fact, that I didn’t feel embarrassed to be standing in
front of her in a pair of her panties, talking to her about her dress. I told
her I thought it was great!
She said, “You don’t think it’s too short?”
“Not at all!”
“Well the thing about this dress is that when I move around, especially when I
squat down or something, it has a tendency to ride up. Watch…”She squatted up
and down a couple of times, and sure enough, her dress began to ride up. “See?”

“But it’s still not that short,” I said. Her hem was now hovering just below
the undercurve of her butt in the back, and just below her crotch in the front.
“Well, maybe not,” she said. “But if I go shopping for shoes, I’ll be sitting
down. The shoe salesman will probably be able to see right up my dress!” She
sat down on the edge of her bed. “Here. Get down here right in front of me
like you were helping me with my shoes.” She pointed to the floor in front of
her. I knelt down where she pointed and looked up her dress.
“Can you see anything?” she asked.

“Not really.”
She lifted her foot up and placed it on my thigh. “When I raise my foot like
this to try on shoes, can you see anything?” I moved my head around and looked
directly up her dress. I could clearly see her shimmering white panties, but I
lied to her. “I still can’t really see anything.” She put her foot back on the
floor and spread her legs about a foot apart. This caused her dress to ride up
still higher. I think at this point SHE could probably see her own panties if
she leaned forward a bit. I couldn’t lie convincingly about that. “Yeah. I
can see the crotch of your panties a little bit now. But it’s still not that
noticeable.”
Then she stood up. I was still on my knees when she turned her back to me and
bent over at the waist. As she did that, the hem of her dress slipped up her
hips so that the bottom half of her panties were completely exposed. Even if I
had not been kneeling down. It would have been impossible to ignore the
exposure of her panties like this. But there I was, inches from her nylon
pantied ass. Her puffy pussy lips were pressing at the crotch of her panties.
“Well,” I said, “your dress moved up a little higher when you did that, but it’s
not like you’re naked. I mean, so what if someone sees your panties, right? If
that happens, you can just pull it down again. I’ll be with you and I can keep
an eye on it for you and let you know if it creeps up too high.”
“So this is the one you want me to wear?” she asked. She was still bent over,
with me staring at her round ass. “Well, Okay. But only if you promise to keep
a good eye on my hemline for me.”
“I will,” I promised. And with that, she stood up, not pulling her dress back
down. The hem was now up to the middle of her hips. I could see her panties
all the way around. In the front, the material of her panties was sheer enough
that I could see the shadow of her pubic triangle. And in the back I could see
the shadow of the crack of her ass. When she turned away from me, I touched
myself through the silky panties I was wearing. Then I stood up. My erection
persisted, pressing against the fabric of the inside of Aunt Karen’s big
panties. She looked down at the tent in front of me and said, “My my, that just
doesn’t seem to go away, does it!” I reached down and pulled my penis up
against my body, covering myself with both hands. She said, “Now go get
dressed. I want to leave soon.” And she shooed my out of her room.
We did go shopping together that day.

We were on our way to the mall when Aunt Karen started talking to me about the
“rules.” I don’t remember exactly how she put it, but she talked about how she
knew we had both been having fun for the last few days and that she wanted us
both to feel comfortable and continue having fun. But she was concerned about
my being only 14 years old and that certain things were i*****l for her to do
with someone my age. She said she would feel more comfortable if we set out
some rules that would protect us both. So the rules ended up going something
like this:
We could not touch each other in a sexual way – which meant that I couldn’t
intentionally touch or caress her breasts, her ass, or her pussy; and that she
couldn’t intentionally touch my penis or my ass. She said that it would not be
right for her to masturbate in front of me since she was an adult. But said she
thought it was okay, since I was a horny young man, that if I needed to relieve
myself that it would be okay as long as I didn’t expose my penis to her. That
pretty much covered what she thought we shouldn’t do.
Then she talked about what she though would be acceptable. It was okay for us
to express affection as in the way of a hug or a short kiss. It was okay for us
to see each other naked or to see sexual body parts exposed, as long as it was
not a “display.” I wasn’t too clear about this at first, but the idea that I
got was that we weren’t to prance around in front of each other naked, but if it
happened in the normal course of events, it was okay. It was okay with her if I
ever wanted to go into her bedroom closet and “enjoy her lingerie” as long as I
asked her first. And she said that we could talk about these rules any time, to
make sure we had the same understanding about them. She said that the rules
should never be broken, but that stretching them a little was okay.
I felt better after hearing her rules because now the unspoken had been spoken.
We rode in the car together toward the mall. She wore the short stretchy dress
that we had decided on earlier. As she worked the pedals of the car, her dress
rode up higher and higher. When we stopped at a stop light, she asked me to
look under her seat to see if I could find some lipstick that she was missing.
I leaned over and reached under her seat. As I did this, my head was next to
her knee and I looked up her thigh to the crotch of her white nylon panties.
The light turned green and when she took her foot off the brake, her legs spread
wider apart. “Nothing?” she said. “Un Uh,” I answered. She reached under her
seat as she drove saying, “It must be under here somewhere. It’s the only place
I can think it would be.” Her legs were spread even wider to make room as she
fished under the seat. The dress had now slipped up to her round hips, exposing
the bottom half of her panties. I kept fishing for her lipstick to no avail. I
was thoroughly enjoying the view. I was hard as a rock! Then she said, “Maybe
it’s on the seat. I’m probably sitting on it. I’ll lift up and you check.”
She grabbed my hand which had been under the seat and moved it between her legs.
I moved my hand under her ass and felt around on the seat. Since she had moved
my hand between her legs rather than reaching under from the side, my forearm
rubbed against her pussy as I felt around on the seat. Her pussy felt hot and
moist against my arm. She lowered her butt back down so that I could feel her
soft ass cheeks rubbing against the back of my hand. She ground her pussy ever
so slightly into my forearm.
I said, “Isn’t this against your rules about touching?” wanting to make sure I
had understood them.
“No,” she said. “The rules is that you can’t intentionally touch me in a sexual
way. You’re just looking for my lipstick, aren’t you?” She had a slight smirk
on her lips.
“I guess you’re right,” I answered, now understanding that she intended to push
the rules to the limit. And the game was on! I continued feeling around under
her ass for her lipstick, my forearm rubbing against her pantied pussy. This
continued for a minute longer. I noticed Aunt Karen’s breathing became short
and a few beads of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. She must have been
very aroused. Then she said, “Here we are!” And she turned into the mall
parking lot. She sat back down on her seat and I moved my hand away.
When we were parked, Aunt Karen got up on the seat on her knees and leaned over
into the back seat. “Maybe it fell back here,” she said. She was kneeling on
the middle of the bench seat, right next to me. Her ass stuck up in the air as
she bent down into the back seat. Her dress was now up around her waist, her
panties completely exposed. I grabbed at my erection as I watched her ass
wiggle around next to me. My balls were starting to ache from having a constant
erection. She turned her ass toward me as she reached back down on the floor.
Her ass was now right in my face. I could see a wet spot forming at the crotch
of her panties. I could smell her mixture of perfume and sweet excitement.
“Nope. It’s not back here either,” she said as she lifted herself back up and
turned around in the seat. She looked down at her exposed panties and said “Hey
you’re supposed to be watching out for me so that doesn’t happen!” Then she
pulled the dress down over her panties to her thighs.
We got out of the car and went into the mall. We went straight to a department
store, and into the lingerie section. The store was very quiet. There was a
woman hanging things on a rack on the other side of the room. Other than that,
we seemed to be pretty much alone. I followed Aunt Karen as she walked around
the maze of racks of slips, panties, bras, and nightgowns. The silky material
of the lingerie brushed against my arms as I followed her, watching as her dress
rode up higher and higher. When she bent down to a lower rack, I caught a look
up her dress. When she stood back up, her dress was up higher. I pointed out
to her that I could see her panties. She had several items in her hands at this
point, that she had picked up off the racks. So she asked me if I wouldn’t mind
pulling her dress back down for her. Of course I was happy to oblige, and took
my time stretching the dress down over her round hips and ass. She thanked me
for keeping an eye on her hemline and continued browsing the racks and selecting
items. She said if I saw anything that I’d like her to try on, that I should
pick it up and that she’d ta