forum story

Well, I've been lurking here a while, gathering courage and I think I'm ready to tell my own story.

When I was 17, my mother's sister divorced her husband. It was messy, very acrimonious and bitter and for a while, my aunt came to stay with us while the legal people settled matters for her. Both her children had already left home and she had nothing much to go back to. While she lived with us she and I became a lot closer and she would often sit up late at night with me and talk.

That summer, my folks arranged a holiday for us at a seaside resort. It wasn't going to be anything special and my sister decided that she'd rather spend the time with friends. So Mum invited my aunt along and she readily agreed.

The cottage we'd rented for the two weeks was close to a cliff edge, with a spectacular view. We spent the first day settling in and sorting ourselves out and then went to find a beach. Spending the afternoon sunbathing was pretty good fun - my aunt had recovered from the divorce enough to relax and enjoy herself. And indeed she seemed to be on the prowl, wandering around the beach in a bikini that I was surprised to see her wearing. It was revealing, even sexy, and the weight she had lost thanks to the stress of the divorce meant it really made her look good. She and I spent a good hour just chatting and sitting around, with me desperately trying not to stare at her breasts. She didn't seem too bothered, though.

We went out that night to a local bar and had a few beers. On the way back, we walked arm in arm giggling and swapping awful jokes. That night, I went to sleep feeling great and woke up in the morning feeling like death warmed up. I was awful. I could barely move, light hurt...it was (i thought) the hangover from hell. I was wrong. Breakfast left my body quicker than it had gone in and the consensus of opinion was that I had food poisoning. My folks decided that they were off to the nearest town to pick up some medication for me and I stayed in bed with my aunt watching over me.

By the afternoon I was much improved. I went and sat in the garden with a book and read quietly. My folks went out to see some local sights and I thought I had the place to myself. This impression lasted all of thirty minutes, after which time my aunt appeared wearing nothing but a towel and started a conversation with the immortal lines "Fancy a shag?"

Obviously, this was a surprise. My aunt explained to me that she was horny, hadn't had a man for over a year and just needed sex. When I asked her why she was asking me, she told me that she wanted it, right now, and I was there. Then she dropped the towel and kissed me.

This threw me completely and I remember being led back into the house in a state of shock. She stripped me, used her hands to get me hard and then basically pushed me onto her bed and mounted me. To say I was startled would be an understatment. However, I put up absolutely no resistence and, after the initial shock had worn off I did what any 17 year old male would - I started to enjoy myself. She rode me until she orgasmed and then calmed down enough to look embarrased - but by then I knew I wanted to cum too and so we ended up with her beneath me.

Once I'd recovered my wits, we talked for a while. We both promised that we'd not speak of it again, we both realised that it was wrong and we both admitted that we'd enjoyed it. With that out of the way, we kissed, cuddled...and started the whole process off again - but this time a great deal more deliberately. Although hardly experienced, I made up for my lack of technique with enthusiasm and a willingness to learn.