I moved to the regional center to go to university. My parents didn’t have their own place there, it was expensive to rent a room, and my mother’s sister, Aunt Vera, took me in. She was forty-five and worked as an accountant in a garment factory. She divorced her husband about ten years ago, lived alone in a spacious two-bedroom apartment, kept a cat, and, as it seemed to me at the time, put an end to her personal life. I was nineteen.
I’ve noticed this oddity before. On trains, in queues, on the street, my gaze always stuck not to women of my age with their skinny jeans and backpacks, but to women over forty, over fifty. I was mesmerized by their heavy thighs wrapped in skirts, powerful calves, and large breasts, which they carried in front of them like a jewel. Their bottoms were especially maddening โ wide, solid, swaying when walking. I imagined running my hands into that flesh, pushing the halves apart and penetrating the most secret, forbidden place. My peers, with their flat butts and shyness, caused me nothing but boredom.
Aunt Vera was just of that breed. She was short, but well-cut, with steep hips, a soft belly and, as I guessed, a magnificent booty, which she usually hid in strict trousers. For the first few months, I just enjoyed her presence: the smell of the kitchen, her laughter, and the way she walked around the apartment in knitted sweatpants that hugged every curve. But everything was fine until that very day happened.
I got back from steam earlier than usual. The bathroom door was ajar and steam was pouring out. I wanted to go to my room, but I heard soft singing and splashing water. He peered through the crack and froze. Aunt Vera was standing with her back to me, soaping her hair. The water was running down her naked body. I saw a broad back turning into a waist, and below that, it. Her ass was exactly like in my fantasies: huge, consisting of two massive white hemispheres, with a wet sheen. Suds of soap trickled down into the hollow between my buttocks, and I almost moaned with a surge of desire. My dick instantly stood up like a stake. I quietly walked away, afraid of being discovered, and locked myself in my room, where I brought myself to discharge, biting my lips until it hurt.
From that day on, I began to languish. I couldn’t look into her eyes, I was afraid that she would understand everything from my burning pupils. And a week later, something happened that turned everything around.
It was Saturday, and Aunt Vera let me go to the movies, saying that there would be a general cleaning and she didn’t need anyone under her feet. The session was canceled due to a broken projector, and I trudged home. He opened the door quietly so as not to interfere with the cleaning. The apartment was suspiciously quiet, except for the strange sounds coming from Aunt Vera’s bedroomโthe rhythmic creaking of the bed and muffled male voices. The door was not tightly closed. I froze. It was the neighbor from the third floor, Uncle Kolya, a heavyset, balding man in his mid-fifties. He was standing at the edge of the bed, and Aunt Vera was lying across it, with her legs thrown over his shoulders. They had anal sex. I could see it as clearly as in the palm of my hand: his thick red cock was disappearing into her stretched, glistening anus, and she was clutching her own buttocks with her hands, spreading them apart and howling hollowly into the pillow.
I backed away from the door. My heart was pounding. I was shaking with excitement and a strange, burning jealousy. Why him and not me?! I sat on pins and needles for the rest of the evening, and when the neighbor left, I pretended that I hadn’t seen anything. But inside, everything was bubbling.
The opportunity presented itself. A couple of days later, Uncle Kolya left for his shift. We watched TV in the evening. Aunt Vera was wearing her favorite short robe. She was drinking tea with her feet up on the sofa, and I noticed that there was nothing under her robe. I couldn’t stand it. My look must have been so eloquent that she intercepted it and, embarrassed, tried to pull down the hem.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “What is it?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
I didn’t answer. I just got up, walked over and sat next to her. He took her hand. She tried to pull away, but I held her tight.
“I saw everything, Aunt Vera,” I said softly. “You and Uncle Kolya. How does he love you… fucked from behind.”
She froze, blushing all the way to her chest. There was fear and shame in his eyes. On the contrary, I felt incredibly brave. I bent down and kissed her neck. She tensed, but she didn’t push him away. Then I became completely emboldened. My hand slid over her shoulder, down to her soft, heavy chest. The nipple instantly hardened. She took a shuddering breath, and I was already stroking her thigh, climbing higher and higher, to where the black hairs were in a neat triangle. She was incredibly wet.
“You’re crazy…” she whispered, but there was no rejection in her voice. It was a surrender.
I gently but persistently turned her around with her back to me. She rested her palms on the back of the sofa, her knees sank into the seat. With trembling fingers, I pulled the robe up over her back. My God, that ass was even more beautiful up close than in my dreams. Two huge, matte-white balls. I squeezed them, feeling my fingers sinking into the hot, yielding flesh. He bent down and kissed each half, inhaling its tart, feminine scent. Then he spread his buttocks. Her anus, unlike what I saw in porn videos with young people โ pink and wrinkled โ was large, dark with ingrained pigment, and gaped slightly, as if it remembered the caresses of its lover and was waiting for the continuation. The skin around it was soft and folded. Spitting on the hole, I swiped my thumb, and it easily, almost without resistance, went inside. Aunt Vera gave a short, hoarse moan and leaned backwards.
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled my sweatpants down to my knees, my hungry penis was trembling, and a drop of lubricant was hanging from my urethra. I put the head against this stretched, yielding hole and pressed. She went in like hot butter. Aunt Vera screamed with delight. Her anal inside bukvoeb.org she grabbed my cock tightly, it was not a virgin’s ass, but a skillful compression of an experienced woman’s anus. I began to drive my cock into her depths, increasing the pace. She buried her face in the sofa cushions so as not to scream, and I looked at her swaying ass, at how my trunk disappeared into her to the very bottom, and I felt like I had gone to heaven.
The orgasm was explosive. I poured myself deep into her ass, collapsing onto her back. We were both breathing heavily. Then she turned around, hugged me, stroked my hair and said something unintelligible and affectionate.
“I was so afraid that you would judge me if you saw me with Kolya,” she whispered through tears and laughter. โAnd you.”.. You’re just as shameless as me.”
“I love you, Aunt Vera,” was all I could say.
“I love you too, you idiot. And I’ll ask Kolya not to come back. I have you now.”
From that day on, we became a real couple. The apartment has become a nest of vice and love. She taught me everything she could, especially the art of anal intimacy. It turned out that her first husband had taught her to do this, saying that it was safe and that it was a sin not to use it with her gorgeous booty. We did it everywhere: on the kitchen table while dinner was cooling, on the carpet in the living room, in the bathroom, and even in the hallway. I was finally living my life to the fullest, feeling like a man. She was my first and, as I thought at the time, the only love with whom I learned all the secrets of the female body and which forever weaned me from looking at skinny peers.