When I was still living at home in my teens, I often heard mum and dad having sex but never saw anything of them actually doing it. Views of mum were mainly limited to her wearing very thin nightdresses while up early in the morning making breakfast.
When you are a teen without a girl friend the sight of any part of the female body is memorable.
At that time we had recently moved into a new 3 bedroom house but the walls were paper thin compared to our old house. I never found out if my parents realised how much I could hear but it made for some great listening late at night. A few months after we moved in, mum’s youngest sister came to stay with us for a while after leaving her husband. She had great looks and a stunning figure to match but unfortunately two young sons both under two came as well.
Even in the bigger house, it then felt very crowded though my aunt didn’t seem bothered at all exposing herself while breast feeding her youngest. Dad got treated to plenty of views of her massive nipples as much as I did, only mum didn’t seem completely happy with it. By the time aunt moved out about 6 months later I had seen aunt’s boobs loads of times and dad looked as sad to see her go as I was. Mum seemed to be the opposite, but I never asked about what had caused the obvious bad feeling between them that existed now.
A year later, I was living in my own small 1 bedroom flat and enjoying the peace and freedom of living alone. Life at home had become unbearable and it seem liked mum and dad did nothing but row all of the time. I had money left to me by my gran and I was working by then as well, so I moved out as soon as I could just to get away from the poisonous atmosphere.
One Saturday afternoon I was listening to some of my rock records blasting out and reading a soft porn magazine when I heard a knock at the door. I lived in a block of flats where neighbours rarely spoke to each other so I was curious who it could be. Opening the front door I found my aunt standing there looking a complete mess and without makeup and before I knew it, she asked if she could spend a couple of days with me while her application for emergency housing went through.
Not knowing what to say she took my hesitation to be a yes and soon I was helping to unload her stuff from the taxi. A suitcase and a few bags to go with a carry cot didn’t seem much and I was confused by the baby that came with her but I didn’t push her for answers at that point.
As she came into the small living room area I had to quickly hide the porn magazine and tidy up the rest of the house to make it look slightly better. I quickly made the bed and put worn clothes lying on the floor in the small washing machine I had. When I walked back in the living room I saw my aunt kneeling on the floor changing the baby’s nappy and her short mini skirt not covering her bum cheeks. Before I could say anything she stood up and said sorry she needs her afternoon feed and up went her jumper and I could see her massive veined boobs in her nursing bra. Mum always had a very big pair of boobs but aunt was usually fairly small on top, having three children obviously changed that. I offered to leave her in peace but she reminded me I had seen her nipples plenty of times in the past and there was only us two there now. After she stopped feeding, she placed the baby in the carry cot and we ended up whispering while her daughter went to sleep. At that point I showed aunt around and told her as It’s a 1 bedroom flat she could have the bed and I would sleep on the couch.
It seemed the polite thing to suggest even if my cock thought otherwise.
Tea for both of us ended up as a takeaway from the local Chinese washed down with some bottles of lager I had. After I cleaned up in the kitchen aunt asked if the flat had a shower or bath. I would have preferred a bath but because of the limited space, a shower, toilet and a sink was all that would fit in. Aunt went off to shower while I sat and wondered what on earth I had agreed to earlier and wondering if I would see more of her during the next couple of days. That question was soon answered as aunt came out of bathroom with just a skimpy towel around her that barely covered her and. I could feel a stiring in my jeans again when she sat opposite me and started drying her long blonde hair. I was trying hard not to look in her direction but I’m sure she knew I was staring. Saturday nights were usually spent in alone so to ease my embarrassment, I took myself off to the local off licence to buy more lager for me and a couple of bottles of wine in case she wanted something better to drink.
By the time I walked back to my flat, my aunt had dried off and was sitting reading a paper waiting for me to get back. Company of any sort on a Saturday night was a welcome change even if it was my aunt who I didn’t really know that much about. The wine bottles soon got opened followed by the 2 packs of lager and by 10 PM I was feeling brave enough to openly stare at her sitting opposite and the conversation gradually got more and more personal. What started as mild questions and answers both ways ended up very enlightening for me and I had no idea about most of what she told me.
I knew she looked nothing like mum and her two other sisters but I was completely shocked when she told me the reason for it. Unlike mum and her sisters, aunt was the result of a wild night of sex gran had when the government here announced World War II was finally over. Gran had been out with a couple of other women friends to a celebration party a few streets away from home and lots of strong drinks were plied on all the women there, including gran.
The joy of surviving the war and being celibate for her absent husband didn’t seem to matter anymore and she along with the other women allowed themselves to be stripped and then taken by the men present most of them complete strangers to her. Gran had only told aunt all of the intimate details after she had turned 21 because she knew my aunt felt something wasn’t as it should be.
The price of that enjoyment came in the shape of aunt 9 months later but gran always insisted that the enjoyment of that night was worth the consequences afterwards.
Hearing all of this had me feeling seriously horny and I just sat in amazement listening to it all.
Feeling like I could ask anything now I asked if blonde was her real hair colour because all of her sisters had dark brown hair and she said yes and smiled. I must have looked surprised or confused because she said I’ll prove it and she stood up and lifted her night dress over her head and stood slightly unsteadily naked in front of me and showed off a light coloured short bush of hair.
After that moment my sex education went into overdrive and she never ceased to amaze me while she stayed with me.
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