Just sharing my experience...

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[nihonjin]

Bloody hell, I am actually posting from office leh... here goes...

Chapter 3
Our relationship became more intimate. She prob never thought that much harm would come out of allowing me to touch her, for I never did anything more than fondle her boobs. Now I can freely feel her whenever I lie beside her in bed. My routine was always the same, I would start by feeling her boobs from outside as warm-up, then go inside her top and touch her. I was determined to step up a gear.

Eventually she found a job & PSLE passed by, which means no more tuition. I recalled that she had to work on Saturdays. Hence, we started spending less time together.

I was now in sec 1. The topic of sex was naturally more openly discussed as I was in an all-boys school. But till then, I had never seen my Aunt C’s bare boobs. I wasn’t satisfied by juz fondling her and getting the occasional hj from her. I was quite passive and dared not ask for more for fear of turning her off. But I took whatever she gave gratefully. Whenever she was in the mood, she wld jerk me off. But I did not dare ask her to take off her bra. I so badly wanted to acquaint myself to her nipples.

That dream was to come true. Up till then, our “sleeping sessions” were starting to decrease over the past year especially whenever she worked late and came back tired. I wouldn’t dare to disturb her then. No choice, juz fantasize and PCC lor.

I was now in sec 2 already. It should have been a Sunday, for Aunt C need not work and for some reasons we did not visit my maternal grandmother. “Auntie, never go out ar?” I asked, for she had just got to know a boyfriend. Actually I was of cos trying to see if got chance to have “happy hour” wif her as I stepped into her room. “Nope, he meeting friends later not free for me so stay at home lor. Come over here, how is school life. Update me.”

“Auntie now got bf dun care about me already?” It had been a while since our last session and I was trying to hint to her. “Aiyoh, dun act like a girl. You are growing up, be a big boy.” I was thinking to myself: Yeah, “ah boy” is growing big at this very moment! I was staring down her loose blouse, enjoying the cleavage. My glance was surely not tactical enuff for she noticed it very soon. Actually, till today I still have not mastered this art! She was wearing something different that day, not her usual t-shirt and shorts but those one-piece pyjama that buttons up in front. The top 2 ones were nicely unbuttoned for my viewing pleasure.

“See until your eyes pop out liao!” still she did not button up her blouse. So I continued staring “Auntie, I want to take a nap.” Before she could answer I went to lock the door and went back to lie down on her bed. I was desperate for something to happen.

We laid together and chatted about my sec school life, blah blah. As we were talking, I turned around to hug her then slowly my hands would make their way to the usual destination. We were comfortable with each other having been in this position before.

My hand reached her bra-clad boobs in double-quick time via the opened buttons and started to enjoy the familiar feeling. But my mission was to go beyond that. For the first time, I dared reach beyond her bra. I slowly inched my fingers into her bra cup and touched her nipples for the first time. I did not dare look at her for fear of rejection but sensing none I proceeded to squeeze her boob. I cannot remember whether she let out a moan or not but I guess she kinda enjoyed it. Her bf at that time must have also been giving her adequate massages on her love pillows.

Eventually both my hands were busy with her boobs, feeling the full tenderness and smoothness of it. No words can describe how I felt then. Then I became more daring, in a swift motion my hands swept her bra straps off her shoulders and pulled down her bra cups. I greeted her pair of boobs for the first time. I wasted no time in continuing to fondle her without the restrictions of her bra.

“No, cannot!” Aunt C said in a stern voice. I looked up and stopped what I was doing. My natural instinct was to go down to kiss and suck her nipples. Of cos, I had theoretical knowledge from watching porno so I wanted to put that into practical use. “Sorry” I said. I guess there are some boundaries which weren’t meant for me to cross. She gave me a hug to assure me that she was not scolding me. “I am tired, let’s take a nap ok?” I lied in her arms but was obviously in discomfort due to my hard-on. “Oh, cannot sleep like that right.” She noticed my ‘problem’ and gave me a hj. We dozed off shortly afterwards.

[Mulch]

your writing not bad what!!!

will be your avid reader...

This is one hell of a write up! I do hope it really happened though. Damn erotic. heheh

[nihonjin]

Sorry for the delay... no chance to sit in front of PC to spend long time typing... anyway, here goes again...

Chapter 4
Ours is not the normal relationship you would expect between an aunt and nephew. Of cos, we weren’t that deeply involved. It was purely physical and limited to touching of her boobs.

That encounter with Aunt C baring her boobs was alas my only time. Subsequent tries were met with rejection and I was left content with touching her from outside. Of cos it would leave me frustrated and unknowingly it became a distraction to my studies. I was really infatuated with her at that time during the period when we were maintaining this close relationship. Whenever I couldn’t have her, I would fantasize and jerk off. But strangely I never really thought of f*cking her.

Aunt C got married when I entered sec 3 and that ended our relationship officially. She still visits every weekend but of cos I cannot get her into the room. She did not shun away from me at all though, just dat we hav no chance to spend time alone away from the others. She likes to hug me or put her arms around me. She would sit beside me on the sofa and put her arms around me. At that position my body would be resting on hers. I will then fold my arms and then tactically my fingers will stretch out & feel her boobs. I will cover the area with a small pillow and enjoy myself. But Aunt C did not reciprocate my touches, well at least she did not object to mine.

My craze for her slowly matured from sex goddess to sweet memories over the years. I was to find out years later and from Aunt C herself that hers was a shot-gun marriage. That was why she married quite young. However, she lost the child to a miscarriage. But I am glad that she has now 2 lovely daughters of whom I have no fantasies of, haha. She is still quite attractive to me at her age today but I look at her in a different way now. What happened will forever be our secret.

When Aunt C got married and moved out, the good thing that happened to me was that I moved into her room. Now I had a room to my own. And I slept on her bed or should I say “our bed”, hehe. But her familiar body scent that I could smell from the bedsheets was gone. With a void now in my “sex life”, I could only think back of our past encounters, yearning for the soft touch of her boobs and PCC. This void was to be filled somewhat by auntie no. 3 and my tuition teacher. Nowhere as exciting as Aunt C but nevertheless better than nothing.

It was a torture initially whenever I see Aunt C during her weekend visits. So near yet so far. Then along came Aunt A. She was my dad’s younger brother’s wife i.e. sis-in-law lah. She was the most well-endowed female in our family clan, easily D cup. She worked as a beautician.

As I entered sec 3, my pimpled face was getting really bad from all the outdoor sports I had been playing, especially football. At first she would bring me some facial wash and cream. I wasn’t really doing my part to take care of my face, so seeing no improvements she volunteered to help me do facial during the weekend visits.

I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea initially. Sure I knew she had huge knockers but at that time I only had Aunt C in my thoughts. Plus I wasn’t that close to Aunt A.

She would sit me in a chair and then stand right in front of me to apply whatever cream and masks on my face. She would also squeeze my black heads using some tweezers or pincers, not quite sure what you call those. It hurt of cos but the pain was worth it.

Here’s why. As I am seated on a chair while receiving the facial treatment, my eyes were also receiving “ice-cream” treatment. Aunt A had to bend forward as she worked on my face as she was quite a tall lady. Unlike the uniform that she wore for work, those you see at perfume section at department stores and I must say she looked nice in it, she would usually wear a loose, baggy t-shirt on her weekend visits. Quite unglamorous but years later I found out it was becos the sight was too much to behold for my grandparents if she wore too tight fitting and was so ordered by my uncle to make her assets less obvious. Well, it was very obvious to me and you can surely imagine the sight I was treated to when she bent forward.

Gravity is a wonderful thing when it works to your advantage, as she bent down her D cuppers formed a super deep cleavage. That was the deepest “drain” I had ever seen. During those times, Aunt C would vanish temporarily from my thoughts. Of cos, to fill the viod left by Aunt C, I had to think of a way to get hopefully real close to Aunt A.

“Auntie, aren’t you tired standing like that?” I asked as my mind was devising a plan.

“Of cos lah, all becos of you.” All the while keeping her bent-forward posture for me to admire.

“Then why don’t you do the facial like normal way. On TV I see people lie down for the beautician to do.” She said ok and we shifted into the bedroom. We went into my room and onto the bed where I used to seek pleasure with Aunt C. I remembered to lock the door.

She sat at the top of the bed with her legs crossed and placed my pillow on her lap. I lied down placing my head on the pillow. As I looked up, the view of her D cuppers was also quite a sight. Despite wearing loose clothing, still cannot hide the good stuff.

She started her facial treatment. In that position, she would still have to bend down slightly. With my face now positioned nicely to feel the effects of gravity’s pull on her boobs, I braved myself. Aunt A either was not aware or not at all bothered by the fact that her boobs were knocking on my forehead. Neither could I. On some occasions when she had to bend forward more in search pimples located at the lower areas of my face, my face became the “victim” of the gigantic crush. Thinking back that was quite funny as it could literally suffocate me. The irony was that I would volunteer anytime to be in that position.

Aunt A remained my personal beautician up till my sec 4 days when my facial woes became better. Although, nothing more erotic happended between us, it was a perfect way to get over my heartbreak of "losing" Aunt C. Sorry guys, to disappoint you all if you expected more. Haiz, I actually also expected more but it never materialized.

[sniperboy]

Nice story.....

[Fourarms]

Waiting for chapter 5 .

[nihonjin]

Chapter 5: Last one liao…
On to my tuition teacher whom my mum engaged to prepare me for the O levels. Again, my grades were not fantastic but somehow I manage to score during the major exams. Perhaps, I am those what you call exam-smart. My relationship with her has a bit more emotional element to it.

Miss E was a neighbour. My mum knew her mum and found her to be a well-behaved and hardworking young girl. She was in university then. So my mum asked her to tutor me. Of cos, not something I was looking forward to. I have met her before and did not particularly find her attractive. She had those twirly shoulder length hair which looked like maggi mee and wore glasses. Really fitted the bill of a GND.

Anyway, first month passed without me taking further interest in her. Never even bother to check her out. Then she started to change her appearance slightly. She changed into a pair of trendier looking glasses and started to wear slight perfume and make-up. She even started wearing mini-skirts, usually those denim kinds. Even my mum noticed and praised her that she looked pretty.

Her son took notice too. “Eh, E. Meeting boyfriend later ar?” I called her by her name. “I dun have a boyfriend. Where is your homework?” she tried to divert attention away from herself. We were about half-way through our usual 1.5 hours session. I never really talked to her about anything else but that day we chatted for the remainder of the session. “You look very pretty today.” I said.

We became friendlier with each other from then on. Her denim mini-skirt became her trademark clothing and it was fine with me. Her legs were slim and long. Although she played netball, it was not too muscular nor was she too dark. I started to focus my attention on her legs. A bit of a change from my usual servings of boobs. Anyway, she didn’t have much of a chest too.

Whenever possible I would try to steal a feel of her thighs. I would also steal glances at her panties. I would be twirling my pen with my fingers and when the pen “accidentally” dropped under the table, I would have to retrieve it. While I was under the table, I can watch “colour TV” as she does not cross her legs! Nothing naughty happened between us during our lessons. But we became slightly closer after my exams.

She was about 3 years older than me. I treated her to movie and dinner after my last exam paper to thank her. Nothing happened inside the cinema but it paved the way for more such “dates” during the remainder of the school holidays. We would also go jogging around our estate or cycling at East Coast Park.

On one such date, we went shopping. Or rather she wanted to and I followed suit. I didn’t know that undergarments was on her shopping list and felt damn awkward hanging around that department while waiting for her.


“Eh, you come and look for me at the sports section when you are done.” I quickly took off before she could reply.

I was getting real pissed off waiting for her, it was quite a while already and she had not appeared. At last she did and sensing my impatience apologized profusely. “Sorry lah, there was a queue at the fitting room. Dun be angry ok, I treat you to lunch.” With that, she took my hand in hers, “Let’s go!” This was the first time I had held a girl’s hand. Although she was older than I was, we could easily pass off as a couple.

“What did you buy?” I asked her after lunch while we were walking aimlessly in the shopping mall. I pointed to the plastic bag containing the undergarments which she had bought earlier. “Why, you want to see is it?! Idiotic, cheeko peh!” She swung her shopping bags at me and hit me on the arms. Her pretence at being angry wasn’t very good. “Show lah, TV ad got show new designs. You bought?”

“You sure your mum not at home?” I asked. We didn’t have plans so decided to go home. She asked me to come over to her place. I slumped myself on her bed taking a rest. She brought in a can of soft drink and sat beside me on her bed. I took her shopping bags without asking her and poured out the contents. Pieces of undergarments mostly in black colour fell onto the bed. She protested loudly and hit me again. She was also feeling quite embarrassed. She was only A-cup and was quite conscious that she wasn’t very well endowed there.

Sensing her discomfort, I quickly kept her things and apologized to her. Then, I did the bravest thing I had ever done in my life till then. I kissed her cheeks. “I have been wanting to kiss you. Sorry.”

Within seconds, our lips met and we were kissing passionately. I began to stroke her nice long & slim legs, feeling up to her inner thighs. Our hands were all over each other. I put my hand under her t-shirt and fondled her breasts. We removed our tops and continued our kissing and touching.

We took a rest to grasp some much needed oxygen and lay in her bed still half-naked. I asked her if she was a virgin, at that time I was still one. “Nope.” She replied. I found out that she had did it a few times with a guy she got to know in Uni and she quite liked him. The guy stayed in a hostel and brought her back to his room. I felt kind of jealous and heartbroken at that time. I was getting to like her although I knew she did not like the idea of a younger boyfriend.

I took her hands and led to my hardened little brother and began to kiss her again. She was giving me a nice rubba from outside, then unzipped and pulled down my jeans. She went down and gave me a bj. That was the first bj I had ever received. It was probably too stimulating for me and I came in no time. As I was also caught unawares, I didn’t warn her and she ended up taking some of my cum in her mouth.

I was starting to grow emotionally attached to her. But soon, school holidays started and I started my JC life. She continued her Uni school life. We still kept in contact through the occasional phone chats but did not go out on “dates”. Sometime I would pop over to her place when my mum visited her mum but she was seldom at home. Gradually we drifted apart even further when she was got a bf, dunno if it was the one who upped ber before. Anyway, total contact with her was lost when my family moved out of the estate. And I had also gotten to know my first gf in JC.

So, there you have it, end of my sharing. Aunt L was the appetiser, Aunt C surely the main course and Aunt A & E was the perfect desert. Just wanted a place to jot down some memories and wat better place than this forum. Thanks to all who have stopped by to read. I know it is not a great piece of writing. Until I get a chance to meet a FB, ONS, fling with colleague etc, rest of bros here will have to contend with reading my boring FRs.

[Faceless]

No problem bro, can see the hard work u put in... definitely got bros who will appreciate ...