Chapter 5

My Aunt Shirley was the first shining memory on my lifelong journey of lust. I’m sure there was a time in my life I didn’t wonder about women. What delicious mysteries they kept so carefully hidden. What storms of lust went on inside their oh so enigmatic demeanors. There was a time I’m certain when a pair bra-less titties and jiggling under a cotton blouse didn’t hold me captive to distracting visions of naughtiness. I’m sure of it—but I can’t remember when. Growing up, I was a quiet kid, shy and used to being alone. I played baseball, basketball, went to boy scouts and read adventure stories.

I wasn’t a pervert in those days.

The summer I turned seventeen, my parents sent me to my Uncle Bob and Shirley’s small farm to work for s couple of weeks. My cousin Joe had been drafted and my uncle was off on what was politely called a bender. He went on one every couple of years. He’d go to town to see about some tractor part and return two weeks later shaky and repentant. I’d done it before, and it paid better than hanging around Central City mowing lawns.

So, I went.

Little did I know what a turning point it would be. That summer, puberty was still hitting me hard. My cock was ever a hairs-breath away from my hand. My mind was worse. I had taken to peeking in windows at unsuspecting women trying to catch a forbidden glimpse—with enough success that I was firmly hooked. Hidden in the darkness, I saw the huge brown titties and black-haired cunt of Mrs. Gomez who lived next door. I’d watched her get fucked most every Saturday nights by Mr. Gomez. He would roll off and fall asleep after doing her dog style. She’d run into the bathroom holding her pussy to douche out the cum. Her big titties flopped like mad.

I’d watched through a tiny space in the curtains, when sixty something Miss Sullivan my first-grade teacher lay in bed nude pulling on the nipples of her saggy titties while her poodle Henry licked her pussy. She was a deliciously nasty woman. In her spare time, she wrote stories that we later called erotica—back then it was porn. I read some of her stuff once when I was sent to wash her windows. I’d sneaked into her writing room and jacked off into a pair of her panties reading them.

More about her later.

Back to the summer of my awakening, Aunt Shirley picked me up at the bus dept. She was a short full-bodied woman. An earth mother. A wonder in the kitchen producing three huge farm-style meals three times a day. A typical farmers wife.

I had never thought of her in a sexual way. That day as the two of us drove home in my uncle’s big Chevy stake box truck, things changed. I noticed she had on a cotton house dress that buttoned up the front. It was missing a button, revealing the curve of a milk white breast. When she pushed in the clutch to shift the dress, which was knee length gapped more to reveal glimpse of erect nipple.

She cheerfully chattered away as she drove.

As for me I was quiet, stunned by the views I was getting of her titties which were grapefruit sized. Think ripe. I noticed she was flushed. My stare was bothering her but since she was driving, she was helpless to do anything about it.

Helpless. God over the years, how I have come to love helpless.

Did she like my looking? I scoffed at my wishful thoughts

But she didn’t bother to close the gap of her dress.

I looked.

Her conversation dwindled then stopped. We drove in silence. She avoiding my gaze, but I noticed occasional glances at my crotch where my cock as hard as stone stuck out of my pants.

Finally, we pulled into the farm. She parked the big truck. I almost said a dry mouthed, ‘thank you.’ But luckily I caught myself.

She gave me an odd look and said, “Put your stuff in the extra bedroom. I’ll see about getting some supper together.”

I followed her into the house, noticing with my eagle eye that the thin dress molded to the crack of her big ass.

Jesus she wasn’t wearing panties either.

The next morning, Auntie Shirley chattered about the chores that needed doing. After we ate, she bustled asking me a million questions while she moved around the kitchen putting things away and cleaning. I quickly noticed that she was again bra-less, probably because it was so hot. Her freed tits swayed and wiggled under her thin cotton dress. Huge nipples poked out.

Holy cow.

“Come on you can help me do some gardening.”

She put on a big straw hat and knee-high rubber boots. unconcerned how she looked in a house dress and big rubber boots. Job one was to get the huge vegetable garden weeded. After the titty show, my attention was off my problems on fully onto what I might see in the next little while. I realized for the first time that if you paid enough attention sometimes serendipity would deliver you a free show.

I was squatting down weeding around some tomato plants keeping an eagle eye on Aunt Shirley’s big butt. Her dress would get caught between her cheeks. The jackpot came when she bent over stiff legged to pull some low growing weeds around the raspberry bushes. As she bent her dress raised further and further. Because I was low to the ground, I could see a mass of black hair.

No panties. Naked white thighs. Hairy slit of a cunt.

Instantly my focus sharpened. I moved closer and closer to her as she worked mindlessly weeding along the row of raspberries. I moved close, boldly bent down, awaiting the next bend over. Completely out of control, I stuck my head down so I could see under her dress Was rewarded with a full view of the hairy slit folds of a cunt in full technicolor.

Holy shit.

That sight was enough to serve as fodder for a thousand jerk off sessions in the future.

But wait--there was more to come.

That night I sneaked out of the house and circled around to see if I could get a peek into her bedroom.

And I could.

A small gap in the curtains allowed me to see Aunt Shirley puttering around the room humming to herself preparing for bed. I watched breathlessly, my heart in my throat. She casually unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off revealing both of her big titties. They sagged down to a big belly that almost hid her hairy pussy. I was entranced as she lifted one tit and then the other rubbing. She scratched her pussy then smelled her fingers. Then naked, she knelt to say her prayers after which she slipped on her nightgown and went to bed.

Glorious naked titties and pussy for my viewing enjoyment. No matter that her titties were saggy and her belly flabby. Just glorious. I’m ashamed to say she moved from my favorite Aunt to a sex object hotter in my mind than any playboy centerfold.

The next night offered more. They had a dog, a black lab pup named Homer. He was typical of the breed, enthusiastic and friendly—a nosy doofus always sticking his nose into your crotch to greet you.