It’s a cold, late winter night. I’m at my job at the local
airport. I’m employed as a baggage handler for one of the
major airlines. A big storm in the Midwest has canceled
our last jet of the evening and I’m getting ready to leave
early. As I walk out of the terminal, I see my Aunt Jen standing
in front of one of the other ticket counters, looking at
the arrivals boards. Actually, what first caught my eye
was this great ass in a pair of jeans. I chuckle to myself
as I do a double take, realizing it’s my aunt. Jen looks a
little like Ashlyn Gere;the Adult film star. With brown
hair that cascades just below her shoulders, bedroom eyes,
and my favorite feature, besides her ass, a pair of great
tits. After three kids, her 5′8′ frame doesn’t show any
wear and has been the highlight of many fantasies since
I was about 10 years old. She sees me walking over and as I
get a firm hug she explains that she’s supposed to meet Uncle
John, who’s out of town on business. Turns out the same storm
letting me go early, is delaying her husbands’ flight 3
hours. Plus it was starting to snow here. The two of them
are my favorite relatives and I visit as often as I can. She’s
the youngest in her family and is only about 7 years older
than me.She invites me over for dinner that was waiting
for Uncle John. They just live about 20 minutes outside
the city, so she was going to return later to pick up John.
She asks me to drive, because the snow was getting worse.
The whole time this conversation is going on, I sneak glances
at her sweater encased tits. She usually doesn’t wear a
bra around the house, which always makes for great viewing.
Seems she left the house without one. We get to her house
and all the kids great me, the oldest of which is 7 years old.
The lady next door had been watching them while mom was out.
I’m saying my “hello’s” as the neighbor goes home. During
all this, the phone rings. It’s John and his flight has been
canceled. He’ll return about noon the next day. The fantasy
wheels begin to click in my head. We eat and watch some TV
with the little ones. Jen puts them to bed, while I have a
couple beers. I watched her ass go up the stairs to the kids
rooms. Not a whole lot had been happening, socially, for
me. The 3rd shift I worked had put a real cramp in the dating
scene. Most of my friends had gotten married or were living
with someone, so it was kind of slow. I kept seeing those
tits swell under that sweater as she breathed. Great tits.
When Jen returned , she grabbed herself a beer and we sat
there on the couch just shooting the bull. She’s real easy
to talk to, and the beers flowed as it got late. Eventually,
the conversation turned to girls and what I was up to lately
with the chicks. The beers had loosened me up quite a bit
and I guess I started sounding pretty bummed about how things
were going. Jen had gotten this concerned look on her face
and I realized how pathetic I must sound. I made a couple
jokes and changed the subject. We decided it was time to
call it a night. Jen was cleaning up the empties and as she
bent over the coffee-table, I got a great cleavage shot.
The no bra theory was confirmed. Beers and the snow decided
I would spend the night. They had finished off part of the
basement into a spare room, which was where I had stayed
on past occasions. It was quiet, away from the kids and with
a TV, it was a good a place as any to curl up. I said my good nights
and Jen gave me a big hug, telling me to cheer up. Those tits
pressed against me and I could feel the blood rush to my dick.
She kissed me on the cheek and headed up the stairs. I went
to the basement, got undressed and slid into bed to watch
a little more TV. I could still feel the hug and the way those
tits felt against me. I was hard as a rock and started to stroke
myself by the light of the tube. I was really starting to
get worked up. I pictured Jen’s tits wrapped around my dick,
her looking up at me with those bedroom eyes. I closed my
eyes, trying to slow down and make it last. I could feel her
ass in my hands as I hugged her to me. I pushed the covers back
to make room for a really good cum. Something makes me open
my eyes and I see Jen standing in the doorway. I let out a gasp
as I pull the blankets back over me. Trying to stammer out
apologies and embarrassments, I sit up on the bed. Jen walks
over to the bed, softly telling me it’s alright and not to
be upset. She is wearing a flannel robe, open in the front,
over a T-shirt. One side of the robe is to the side enough
that I can see her nipple is hard under the shirt. Despite
the situation, I can’t resist looking at that little bud,
pushing out. Jen sits on the edge of the bed, telling me that
everyone needs some kind of release.

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