Deflowering by my aunt

Submitted by Michael86

I am Michael and since the beginning of my teenage years in the late 90s I have been completely addicted to porn. What started relatively innocently as secretly visiting Playboy.com when no one was home, reading Break Out and Hitkrant with questions and interviews about sex and claiming the new Wehkamp catalogue to study the lingerie pages extensively, quickly exploded as soon as I got my first PC in 2002 at the age of sixteen. Everything was accessible. A whole new world opened up for me. I could find everything I could think of, nothing was too crazy.

Entire collections of photos were stored on the PC. Neatly in folders per category, because that way I had a collection ready for every 'mood'. This quickly grew into masturbating for evenings and a lot of socks and tissues that were sprayed full. Wherever I was, I constantly had to think about sex. In the evening in bed while masturbating, almost every woman I had ever met had to believe it. In my dreams I had processed them all in an elaborate porn scenario. From classmates to family members, from young to old, from slim to fat, everyone got a turn in my dreams. 

How great was my disappointment that I couldn't get a girlfriend to really experience it myself. It's not that I was ugly or anything, no I'm not a model, but just a healthy Dutch boy who is a little less socially skilled. Going out wasn't my thing. I preferred to sit at home gaming or watching a movie, so meeting a girlfriend wasn't really an option. I had some classmates, but it never really got any further than a kiss. Shortly after my eighteenth birthday I found out about a dating site that worked with chat. You first answered a handful of questions and were then matched with someone.

The more matching answers you had, the more information you got from that person. I quickly found out that my interests didn't match well with my peers. Most matches were with women well above my age, well into their thirties even, which I found a bit strange at first. After many matches and conversations I noticed that I was leaning more and more towards the slightly older women. Young girls were nice for porn and weren't bad to look at either, but I learned that my real interest wasn't there.

I had gained more and more experience in chatting and now knew how to have conversations with women over thirty. After a while I had a permanent chat contact with Loes, a lady in her late thirties. Loes was single, not the prettiest but incredibly sweet and had a good chat. We often chatted for hours in the evening about all sorts of things, and at one point it got quite sexual. Now I would love to tell you that we met up and went completely wild on each other, but unfortunately. What we did do was talk extensively about our fantasies, wishes and we really turned each other on to the point that we had a kind of chat sex while masturbating.

At one point, this went a step further by turning on the webcam on MSN Messenger in addition to the chat. This allowed us to see each other while masturbating. This helped me overcome a threshold and completely changed my view of real adult women. Girls my age no longer interested me. I only had eyes for older women. Unfortunately, Loes suddenly disappeared at one point. I could no longer get hold of her anywhere. I was very sad, because I still had the hope that it would lead to a real date. That never happened. There I was, now nineteen and still a virgin.

Dreaming about sexual encounters with older women, I fantasized about it. Also about my aunt Els. Els was my mother's younger sister and lived a five-minute drive away. She was forty-four at the time and had been divorced for several years after a difficult marriage. Her husband was addicted to gambling and at one point the arguments became too much for the marriage and they ended it. Her twenty-year-old daughter Rosa was now studying and had not been living at home for a few years, but in a room. 

Els was left all alone and occasionally needed help with chores. I would regularly come over to help her with chores. This varied from chores around the house to computer help or grocery shopping. I was a regular at home and enjoyed being able to help her. We could talk well about everything, except for sex. However, something changed in me since I got in touch with Loes. I no longer saw her as Els, the aunt from further down the village. No, I really started to see and admire her as a woman.

Els is a healthy and beautiful woman with long curly hair. She is not the thinnest woman, but certainly not the fattest either. She was right in between and had nice firm hips, a nice pair of round buttocks and a small soft belly. It is clear that there is something in the DNA of my mother's family, because my mother, my aunt and my cousin all have a decent breast. I had never noticed that in such a sexual way before. Since then, doing chores was always followed by a good jerk off at home afterwards, during which I fantasized about Els.

This went on for months. I continued to help her as before, only I rewarded myself more and more often by secretly taking a picture of her when she didn't notice. That was not really great in the mid-00s. The phone I had could take pictures, but that was about all. I could just about see who it was and you could see enough to fill in the rest with fantasy. This rewarding behavior grew into my biggest victory: a white thong of hers that I had picked out of the laundry, just before I went home.
I then quickly and with a bright red face said goodbye and cycled home at breakneck speed and immediately locked myself in the bathroom.

I enjoyed the thought that I secretly had her thong without her knowing, and the idea that Els had been wearing it made me incredibly horny, the panties smelled fantastic, my first real experience with the smell of a vagina. I had seen a lot of porn and fantasized a lot, but this was still the horniest thing I had ever done. I sat in the bathroom for an hour and came several times. I then hid the panties in a place where my parents would never find them. It was my trophy and no one was allowed to know, except me. Very little happened in terms of chatting.

I did have contact with several women, but it never became like with Loes. Maybe because I wanted too much or was looking for a second Loes and therefore was not completely open to it. In any case, nothing came of it. At work there was an older colleague that I liked, but he was taken. It didn't get any further than fantasizing. I started to feel more and more like an odd duck, nineteen years old and still a virgin. I was so ashamed of myself and the step to do something with dating or going out had only become bigger because of that.

Until this all changed within a week because of something simple, something stupid like a folding chair. Why do you think? You'll find out soon. Rosa, my niece, celebrated her birthday every summer and because it was simply too small in her student room to do this, she wanted to do it at home again this year. Every year there was a party in the garden with the family, always really fun. The result was that aunt Els had to do quite a bit for this. She had to make sure the house was in order, the garden looked neat, there was a party tent and of course the necessary groceries had to be done.

So a week before the birthday she asked me if I could help her with the chores. We worked hard together and when Rosa came home on Friday evening, everything was ready for the party on Sunday. On Sunday afternoon we were invited to the birthday party from 2:00 PM. Fortunately, it was a beautiful summer day: not too hot, but a good twenty-two degrees. Perfect weather for a party in the garden: it is nice, but you don't break out in sweat. My parents had arranged a present for Rosa and I had contributed to it, so we were going to give it together.

When we arrived at the house, Rosa greeted us and let us in. We were one of the first to arrive. Another uncle and aunt were already there and a friend of my niece was there too. We gave Rosa her present and walked to the garden where everyone, including Els, was enjoying the sun and a drink. That day Els was wearing a light, yellow summer dress with thin tights and a set of colorful ballerinas. Now this was bad news for me, because the dress had quite a cleavage and her legs were also visible up to her thighs.

It was bad news, because I didn't feel like sitting in the garden with a stiff one all afternoon with my parents and the rest of the family. After saying hello, I quickly sat down next to my uncle to have a chat to distract myself. A little later, the doorbell rang and another uncle came to visit with his son and dog. The garden was already starting to fill up a bit. Because Els and Rosa were mostly walking around pouring drinks or getting snacks, it wasn't until later that I noticed that there weren't enough chairs for everyone. When they both came back from a round of drinks, this came to light.

Els suggested getting the extra folding chairs from the attic. Because I knew where they were, she asked if I could help her. I didn’t mind, because I always helped her, so why not now? I put my coke away and walked inside with my aunt. The house where my aunt lives has two floors and a fairly spacious attic, which is accessible via a hatch with a loft ladder. My aunt couldn’t reach the hook to pull down the hatch with the ladder without a step, but luckily I’m tall enough to do it without a step. I pulled it down the ladder and unfolded it. 

Because the ladder was quite wobbly, I held it at the back while my aunt walked up the stairs. As soon as she was halfway up the stairs, I saw that her dress was no longer sufficient to cover everything. With every step higher up the stairs I got a better view, right on her crotch. My mouth fell open in surprise, Els wasn’t wearing any underwear! What I had dreamed so often in my wildest dreams was suddenly reality: I saw her pussy. I looked out at two beautiful pink labia that were surrounded by a full bush of pubic hair. 

No unkempt bush of wild growth, but neatly groomed on the sides. I immediately felt a reaction down in my shorts. Shit, had it really come to this, I thought. The seconds that my aunt climbed the stairs seemed like minutes. As if everything went in slow motion. The realization that I really saw what I thought I saw and that I was not fantasizing at home. It was over just as quickly and Els was up in the attic. She leaned forward and looked down, giving me a very nice view of her enormous cleavage. She asked if I was coming too. 

Without her seeing it, I made sure that my now stiff penis was a bit better in my panties, so that it was a bit hidden and I climbed the ladder. It was boiling hot in the attic, the heat could not escape. There were many boxes in the attic. Some boxes were still from her ex-husband, many seasonal items such as Christmas decorations and snow gear and also many old items that she no longer used. Luckily, there were also some extra folding chairs in case of emergency. Because they had not been used for a while, there were some other things in front of them. 

Els tried very bravely to grab two chairs at the same time, which gave me a good view of her buttocks, but she couldn't get the chairs more than half a meter up because of the other things that were against them. She lost her balance a bit because of the weight. I was standing next to her ready to grab the chairs, so I was able to catch her quickly when she lost her balance. She briefly put an arm around my neck to keep from falling over, and because of that my crotch with my 'hidden' stiffy had full contact with her hips for a few seconds. Els regained her balance and took her arm out of my neck.

She said: 'Thanks for catching me' and took a step to the side. Then she looked down for a moment and I could see from her reaction that she had seen my stiffy, because it was no longer in its place and was proudly sticking out. She was clearly shocked by this, because she pushed me away a bit while she took a step back. 'What's going on there?!?' she asked, while I immediately couldn't say anything back, my head sweating bright red. I was frozen by the feeling of being caught, fear of her reaction and shame and didn't know how to react. 

I stammered: 'Ehh. Just.. Nothing..' and quickly tried to continue with the chairs. Els however grabbed my arm and turned me towards her. She said firmly: 'Michael, that's not just "just nothing". You just have a hard-on!' I just managed to get out: 'Sorry, yes ehh', but my aunt quickly said: 'Is that because of me? When I fell and hit you?' 'Yes I think so,' I said. 'I thought I felt something on my hip when you caught me, but that means you already had that hard-on then. How did that happen?'

Caught out and overwhelmed by her decisiveness, I could not help but say: 'That was because I accidentally saw that you were not wearing any underwear when you climbed the stairs.' She took a step back, looked angrily at me and said: 'So you are just staring at my crotch, you pervert!' I felt closer to tears than laughter. Els saw this too and her gaze softened. In a calm voice she said: 'Sorry, I did not mean to hurt you, but I was shocked by what you said. I also understand that it is partly my own fault, because I was not wearing underwear.

You are still a young boy, so I think that these kinds of things happen automatically.' She added: 'I know you have not had a girlfriend yet, so you must be curious. You have certainly never done anything in this area?' I had calmed down a bit and said: 'No, this was new to me, so I could not help but look.' She took a step toward me and said, 'It's only natural that you're excited, because I'm just a woman.' I couldn't help myself and said, 'And a beautiful one too!' She reacted with surprise and said, 'Do you really think so? I'm just an old woman.'

'Maybe, but you're beautiful too. You saw how my body reacted so it's not a lie,' I said. She took another step towards me and was now only one step away. She reached for my pants and placed her hand on my hard-on, which had already softened somewhat but was noticeably stiffer under the touch of her hand. 'How sweet of you to say that you think I'm beautiful. It's very inappropriate, but I still feel complimented,' my aunt said. As she gently moved her hand back and forth over my hard-on, she said, 'You know that I've been divorced for years and that there's not much going on in my life either.

Michael, you've been helping me with all kinds of chores for years now, so maybe it's time I helped you with something?" I was momentarily speechless in surprise, but I quickly looked my aunt up and down. She saw me doing this and grabbed my hand, pulled her dress down a bit and placed my hand on her breast that was still in her bra. 'Wow', I just managed to say before she gave me a kiss on the mouth. I felt her nipple harden through the bra, while I gently squeezed her breast. After the kiss I said: 'But aunt Els, this isn't right?' But Els was clearly convinced of something else.

She put her hands behind her back under her dress and unhooked her bra. The large firm breast now fell onto my hand, the feeling was fantastic. 'Michael, I'm going to help you. Secretly you're helping me too, because I haven't done anything with anyone for a while either,' she said. 'We're alone here anyway so it's between us, right?' I couldn't resist grabbing her other breast with my other hand and said: 'If you're okay with it then I'm not going to say no.' This was clearly a signal for my aunt to continue.

She moved a few boxes to the stairwell to block the view, grabbed an old blanket that was lying on a box, put it down at my feet and sank to her knees. She was sitting with her face at crotch height while she looked at me. In one go she pulled down my shorts and underwear, causing my stiff penis to spring forward like a spring, right against her chin. Els had to laugh and shouted: 'Wow, that's hard!' and then grabbed it. She gently pulled my penis off and looked at me with a naughty look, which already told me that more was coming.

'I think it's hard enough,' she said. 'I'm going to blow you now Michael, if that's okay with you.' I responded by gently stroking my aunt's hair, whereupon she opened her mouth and carefully licked my glans. I got a few licks and then she put it in her mouth. She slid it almost all the way in and sucked it vigorously. She took it out of her mouth and said: 'Well? How does that feel? A woman's mouth on your stiff one?' 'Great, auntie,' I moaned. 'Even better than I dreamed!' She took it out of her mouth for a moment and said: 'Just call me Els and what do you mean dreamed?'

I confessed that I had fantasized about her before: 'Well, sometimes after I helped you with a job I would go home and fantasize about you.' Els said: 'You see, sneaky. So you were deliberately peeping at me on the stairs!' 'Anyway, you're forgiven. We're already busy now.' She started licking my stiff one from bottom to top and licked circles around my glans. I moaned softly with pleasure and held her head loosely. She let my penis slide back into her mouth and started sucking deliciously again.

In the meantime she lifted her breasts completely out of her dress. What a sight that was. Two large breasts, the size bigger than my hand, hung there over her dress. They were firm and soft, but did not hang very much. Partly supported by her dress of course. Her breasts had a large areola, but the proportion with the breast was perfect. Her nipples were nice firm points and stood proudly forward. Suddenly she stopped sucking, looked at me intently and said: 'Do you also know something about a white thong that I have been missing for a while now?'

If I could have turned any redder I would have been a tomato, but I felt that I was even more ashamed. 'How-why?' I stammered. 'Well, a few weeks ago I suddenly missed a thong from a set of two, which I had just bought.' Shit I thought. Of course it was exactly a new one that was still fresh in her memory. There I go again. Els said: 'I actually wanted to wear it today, because the black one is not under this dress, you can see it through it, the white one is not. That's why I didn't wear any panties.'

I giggled a little at this and said: 'I couldn't resist Els, I secretly took them with me as a souvenir to fantasize with.' She said: 'Michael, you really are a perverted little man it seems. Secretly stealing my worn panties, fantasizing about me and now peeping at my pussy.' She added: 'It almost seems as if you planned this.' 'Of course not aunt. I didn't know we had to get folding chairs or that you weren't wearing panties, did I?' She couldn't deny that. 'Yes, that's true. A happy coincidence, then,' she winked. 'But you stole my panties and got dirty with them?' she said.

'Now I'm going to show you something even better than a thong.' She stood up and pulled up her dress, clamping it under her breasts. She rubbed her pussy with her hand and said: 'How about this? The real thing, right?' My mouth fell open and I felt my already stiff penis harden and throb. Wow, I could really see how delicious her hairy pussy looked. 'And? Just like you imagined?' she asked. 'No, better!' I said. 'Come on Michael, we've been upstairs for a while and soon the guests will be wondering where we are.'

She turned around, leaned on a pile of boxes and put her round ass back and said: 'Now let's quickly finish this job, Michael. I wanted to help you and I think I can help you best by helping you get rid of this tension and deflowering you.' With her hand between her legs she grabbed my stiff one and brought it to her labia. 'Gently slide it in. Don't push all at once, okay?' 'Okay Els, I'll be careful,' I said, while I slowly pushed her now moist labia aside with my glans. Els moaned softly and said 'Hmmm Michael, I've missed this feeling so much. I'm glad I can finally help you with something, but you're helping me too!'

From 'experience' with porn I knew what to do. I grabbed her hips and started to slowly accelerate and bump against her buttocks. Because this made a bouncing sound, she quickly put her hands between them so that no one could hear it. 'Do you like it?' Els asked. 'How do you feel about actually doing this?' 'Fantastic. I didn't expect it to feel so good,' I responded and added: 'I just think I'll come soon.' 'That's okay Michael, for a first time do it right. Just tell me when you come. Then we'll take it out.'

How could it be otherwise, I was standing there as a nineteen-year-old virgin finally making my dream come true. Maybe not quite as it should be, because it was my aunt and not my girlfriend or another woman, but I didn't care at that moment. The feeling of finally fucking a vagina was indescribable and completely different from jerking off. I enjoyed my aunt to the fullest. With her dress around her waist, making her breasts sway gently back and forth, while I felt that delicious ass and had a firm grip on her hips. It felt like hours, but in reality we had only been upstairs for ten minutes.

Barely five thrusts later I groaned: 'I'm going to come', Els let my penis slide out of her pussy and turned around on her knees on the floor. 'Come on, cum on my big breasts,' she said. She had barely said it and I sprayed her breasts with my sperm. Coincidentally, I had not masturbated that day and the day before due to lack of time, so it was a big load. 'So nice then,' she said somewhat irritated. There were also some blobs on her dress. 'Sorry,' I said, but Els immediately agreed. 'No, my own fault,' she said. 'This was my idea.'

Fortunately, she was able to wipe away almost everything with the old blanket and the heat in the attic dried it out in record time. You only saw it if you knew it was there. 'Well, I hope I helped you so much, Michael. I hope you have gotten over your tension now and are going to do less weird things like steal panties.' In the meantime, she straightened up, put everything back in its place and, apart from a bit of sweat, looked as if nothing had happened. I asked: 'Do you want that thong back?' to which she replied with a shake of her head. 

'You can keep it. I don't know what you've done with it, you pervert,' she winked. I quickly put my underwear and shorts back on and then grabbed the folding chairs, because that's what we had come for after all. We put the chairs by the stairwell and checked each other to see if anything else seemed out of place. 'Now, keep your mouth shut, okay? You're not going to tell anyone about this!' Els said. I nodded and went down the stairs before her. Aunt Els handed over the chairs and then came down the stairs, making sure her dress stayed in place.

I helped her a hand with the last few steps, then lifted the ladder and closed the hatch. We both grabbed two chairs and walked back to the party. We got another comment that it was taking a long time, but I indicated that the attic ladder was a bit loose and that I had secured it immediately and that we still had to move boxes to get to the chairs. We put the chairs down and had a nice party. Every now and then Els and I looked at each other. Without words we shared a connection, a certain satisfied look.

What had happened in the last ten minutes, no one ever knew. Not even after all these years. It was a turning point in my life where my fear of doing 'it' fell away.