[George VI]

Speaking of protruding pubes (as I was a few posts up), when I was late teens I had a MILF aunt that was one of my favorite fantasy objects. Attractive short-haired brunette, early forties then, fairly petite but shapely, B cup breasts. My family went on a vacation with her family. First, along the way we stayed at a hotel and our two families got adjoining motel rooms. Earlier in the evening the adjoining door had been opened as the two families mingled. Later on as everybody went to bed, the adjoining door was mostly closed but left ajar. I was sleeping on a cot, right by the cracked door, so of course I peered through the crack. In the next room, where my aunt, uncle and two female cousins were staying, I saw my aunt standing at the sink outside her bathroom, in just bra and panties. Back then nearly all underwear was white cotton and conservative, but it was still quite sexy watching my aunt doing whatever she was doing at the sink for quite a while, her panties pulled tight over her nice butt cheeks, her bra cups on full display. Finally my cousin noticed the door ajar and closed it on me.

Then when we got to our beachfront destination, we all went down to the beach to lay out. Somehow, I don’t think deliberately, I ended up laying out my beach towel right next to my aunt (or perhaps she arrived after me). On the opposite side of her was her husband, my uncle. My aunt was wearing a one-piece bathing suit. As I sat down and started to put on suntan lotion, she sat next to me and did the same. At first I stared down her top while she leaned forward and exposed some cleavage, which jiggled as she rubbed the lotion in. Then I moved my eyes down to admire her completely bare thighs, as her legs were spread and she rubbed them with the lotion. That’s when I saw that her bathing suit was pulled tight over her pussy mound, and a tuft of brown pubic hair was peeking out of the left side.

At that point in a horny teen voyeur experience caution probably got thrown somewhat to the wind, and I likely wasn’t very subtle in the way I gawked at my aunt’s body from nearly point-blank range. She may have noticed, but it also occurred to me that my uncle may likely have noticed the way I was staring at my aunt’s body, as he was leaning our direction and talking to us.

My aunt had a strict conservative religious side, but she also clearly had a vain and sexual side. Point a camera at her and she would turn her shoulder in and strike a sexy pose. So I’ve always considered (and fantasized about) the possibility that her little smiles meant that she enjoyed having an eighteen-year-old admire her figure. But it wasn’t until later years (and finding boards like this) that I’ve wondered if my uncle might have actually enjoyed seeing his nephew staring at his wife as she lotioned herself in her tight bathing suit. Perhaps my cousin blabbed to him or my aunt that I had peeked in at her in her underwear in the motel.