One Click Chicks Forum - granny upskirt

Great memories! These vintage pictures remind me of my younger days, and particularly something that happened many years ago when I was very young.
It was the first time I saw a naked pussy and I didn't even realise what it was. The second time was several minutes later and was something I can remember like it was yesterday.
I was about 6 or 7 yrs old and my mum and dad had a friend who I called 'Aunty V'. I used to spend time with her in the school holidays when my parents were at work. I got on really well with her and was quite at home in her house. She was widowed, with a teenage son and was, I suppose, about 35-40 years old. One day I was alone in the house with her. She was doing housework and I was amusing myself in her son's room. I always had the run of the house and was flicking through his books. Between some books on the shelf I found a girlie magazine. I had never seen one before and was fascinated. I can't remember the title (in fact I don't remember it having a cover) and this being the mid 1960s, it was black and white and of course, all pubic hair had been airbrushed out. There were plenty of tit and bum shots and a few front views. I can remember that I didnt feel any sexual reaction at all, just curiosity.
She came in and asked me what I was doing of course and, because I had no sexual awareness, I showed her the mag and said, "looking these pictures". She didn't show any sign of disapproval but asked me where I'd found it. I told her and carried on looking. I sensed that I should ask her if it was ok to look at the mag and she said it was ok, that there was nothing wrong with being curious, but that I should give the mag to her when I had finished looking at it.
She was turning to leave when I remarked that "This lady hasnt got a willy". She looked at the picture and said "Ladies dont have willys." I said, "What do they have then?"
She paused and said, "Ladies have a tuppence". I of course, asked the inevitable, "what's a tuppence?" She was probably by now regretting telling me that curiosity was a good thing! Nevertheless she said, "It's just a sort of hole where your willy is". I went back to looking at the airbrushed picture and then asked her what, I realised years later, was the million dollar question. " There's nothing there, does your tuppence look like that?"
She paused again, this time for longer, before saying, "Well not exaxctly like that, no." She must have been a little uncomfortable now but I was well into my quest for knowledge now. "Can I see your tuppence?"
The longest pause yet.
She took a deep breath and said, "Erm...OK then." I put the book down and waited. She took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it to her waist, revealing her stocking tops and girdle, with white cotton knickers over the top. With a slight hesitation she slipped her knickers down to her knees and lifted the front edge of her girdle a little to show me her 'tuppence'. I was astonished at the mass of dark, curly hair between her legs. She reached down and parted the hair with her fingers to show me her pink vaginal lips. She then pulled her knickers back up and her skirt down again.
"Is that where your wee comes out?" I asked. "Yes that's right" she said. I was happy with that and went back to studying the mag, and she went back to her housework.
She didn't tell me to keep it secret but I instinctively avoided talking to anyone about it, and we didn't mention it again. I didn't feel any sexual arousal at the time, but that night in bed, ws the first time I remember having an erection. Of course I didn't really know what to do with that either!
Our two families remained close and my sexual awakening came in due time, and when I started masturbating it was to the mental image of 'Aunty's' pussy. Over the years, I contrived to peep up her skirt whenever I got the opportunity, but didn't get to see her naked.
I can remember being at school when the conversation (as it inevitably does with teenage boys) got onto whether or not anyone had seen a woman's pussy. I said the my aunty had shown me hers years ago, which of course, nobody believed!
Years later, when I was in my mid 20s, my father died, and I went to visit her to ask her if she had any pictures of him I could get copies of. She got the photo albums out and I browsed through them sat at the dining table while she went to make a cup of tea.
When she came back I was looking at some photos of a summer holiday we had all gone on, and there were a few of me as a small boy. She stood beside me and said, "That was the summer I found you in B****'s (her son) room with that magazine. Do you remember that?" I looked at her and said that remembered it very well. I asked her if she ever told my mother about that and she said that she hadn't and that it had just been between her and I. She put her arm round me and moved close so that her hip was against my arm and ruffled my hair. She laughed and said, "You caught me right off guard that day!" I put my arm round her waist and gave her a squeeze, and thanked her for being so cool about it. We laughed and carried on looking at the album, leaving our arms were they were. My hand moved down to her hip and I began to get a tingle as I felt the outline of her knickers through her dress. She squeezed my shoulder and moved her hand to the back of my neck, stroking me. I moved my hand onto her bottom and stroked her for a few minutes, then moved down to her leg and the hem of her skirt. I looked up and she was looking at me and smiling. I moved my hand up under her skirt to the back of her thigh and up her leg to her bottom, this time under her skirt. She reached for my face with her other hand and pressed me to her bosom holding me tight. My hand moved from her bottom to between her legs, feeling the warmth of her pussy through her tights and knickers. i pressed my fingers up into her gusset and she began breathing heavily. I now swung round in my seat and put both hands up her dress to reach up and pull her tights and knickers down to her knees. She squeezed me closer and I found her wet pussy, open and warm, with my hands. She bent down to kiss me and I almost before I knew it we were naked on the dining room floor, having the best sex I had ever experienced.
She is still the oldest woman I have ever had sex with, and although I am now 55 and she passed away some years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday and I often masturbate to the memory.