There was one time I helped take care of my drunk aunt. She’s a distant cousin of my mom’s, in her forties, and she takes pretty good care of herself. A few of the older relatives were drinking and having a good time, and this aunt got drunk first and ended up lying on the sofa at my mom’s place.
When my mom walked past on her way to the fridge for more alcohol, she saw her looking messy with her hair all over the place and told me that if I had a moment, I should use a towel to wipe her down a bit so she’d be more comfortable.
So that’s what I did. My aunt was wearing a light gray, fairly tight athletic jacket, with a pair of round, full breasts filling out the front. Seeing that she wasn’t moving at all, I boldly pulled the zipper down. What got me excited was that underneath she was wearing a lavender lace demi-cup bra. I had assumed she’d be in a sports bra to match her athletic jacket and yoga pants, so seeing something this sexy was a bit of a surprise.
While I wiped her neck, I freely admired her chest. That feeling of being afraid someone might walk over at any second was incredibly thrilling. Of course I didn’t dare look for too long — after secretly giving the underside of her breasts a couple of light squeezes, I zipped the jacket back up and acted like nothing had happened.
I’ve only met this aunt that one time. She lives in Canada and isn’t particularly close with our family, but her figure is honestly still very well maintained.
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