She Want Me
Copyright© 2025 by A.L
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A break-up with his girlfriend. He was in his down mood and he visited his Aunt which leads to time with his aunt.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Nephew Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
I gawked when it came out onto the decking. I was sitting half-reclined on one of the loungers next to the pool. It was shady under the big parasol, but I still wore my sunglasses. And I was grateful to have them because at least they gave me some cover to mask my surprise and delight at seeing my ripe, voluptuous Aunt Amy in the two-piece swimsuit.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said from behind her own huge sunglasses, “but it’s too hot to wear much else.”
I gulped down against the inappropriate urges rising inside me. “Why would I mind? It’s your villa, Aunt Amy.”
“I’m forty-two,” my aunt replied through a grimace. “Things aren’t as tight as they were. I’m worried you might not be comfortable with all this wobbly flesh.”
The truth spilled from me before I knew I was going to say it. “You’re joking,” I gasped, “I think you’re fantastic.”
I think I caught a look of surprise flash across her face. I can’t be sure, however, not with those big dark lenses covering almost half her face.
Nevertheless, my sense of Aunt Amy’s surprise came through in her voice when she said, “Oh, thank you. That’s nice to hear. Very encouraging.”
My aunt settled onto the lounger alongside mine. She lay on her back, sighing as she adjusted the fit of her bikini briefs.
“God, this is so peaceful,” Aunt Amy breathed.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” I said.
Without looking at me, my aunt waved a hand in a gesture of dismissal. “Oh, don’t be silly. The place is empty for at least three-quarters of the year. You know how busy I am with work. I hardly ever get the chance to enjoy this place. I wonder why I keep it on sometimes. But times like this...” My aunt paused and sighed again, a sound of contentment as, disconcerting for me, her boobs shivered and shook; she stretched and then rested her weight on a hip and an elbow. “You can stay here as long as you need to,” Aunt Amy went on. “You’ve had a hard time. Why not stay here and hide out?”
“Thanks,” I repeated.
“I just hope I’m not in your way. I thought perhaps ... You know,” she added after the pause. “That you might be looking to move on after Gabrielle? Another pretty girl to help you with all that romantic pain and loss.” My aunt chuckled, so she was teasing about the pain and loss. It would just be her way of jolting me out of any heartbreak I may be suffering.