Aunty Pauline

by Colin Tomlinson (Preston, England)

Growing up in 60's and 70's England, almost everyone had an unofficial aunty. Not a blood relation but a friend of the family, usually your mother. Aunty Pauline had worked with my mother at one time and they had stayed friends.

She was in her mid-forties, about 5ft 6in,slim,short blonde hair and hour glass figure. Though her breasts weren't that big, her tiny waist made them seem bigger.

At the time I was masturbating at every opportunity. Aunty Pauline featured in many a night time fantasy. She lived a few streets away in a slightly bigger house than ours. She often looked after me, if my mother was working late or wanted a night out. I was at her house one evening in the winter time. She had a coal fire and kept coal and logs in a utility room, which also contained her washing machine. I was collecting logs for the fire when I saw on top of the washing machine a laundry basket. It was plastic with a mesh construction.

Half way down a pair of canary yellow panties poked through the mesh. I fished them out and held them up to the light. They were tiny and my cock stiffened thinking of Aunty Pauline in them. I rubbed my erection through my jeans. I'm not sure how long I had been there.

"Found something interesting, have we?"

"I wondered what was taking you so long?".

My face was beetroot red ,my cock shrinking back to its normal size.

"No need to be embarrassed, you are a young, no doubt horny lad"

She took them from me and said.

"These are my favourite pair, but you can borrow them if you wish?"

And tucked them into my jeans pocket.

For the next two weeks I barely left my room, Aunty Pauline's panties wrapped around my cock as I masturbated even more than normal.

It was my eighteenth birthday and we had a party at our house. I had hoped Aunty Pauline would be there, but alas she wasn't.

"Can you call in on Aunty Pauline she has something for you"

She opened the door.

She was dressed as always very smartly.

Black pencil skirt and white blouse.

She led me to the lounge and we sat together on the couch.

"Your eighteen now and I hope I'm going to be the first to touch your cock?".

She unzipped my jeans, releasing my already erect cock.

Her hand glided softly up and down, and try as I did ,I couldn't help cumming in just a few strokes.

"Don't worry, here play with these till your hard again.

She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra.

Her breasts we small but firm, with delicate pink nipples.

"You can kiss them, if you wish?"

My cock was soon hard again.

"This is a birthday treat, not something you will get every day."

She dipped her head, taking my cock in her mouth.

I had heard of this, but hadn't been sure it really happened in real life.

She deep throated me, her tongue caressing my head, exploring the slit.

Sensing I was about to cum again she stopped and using her hand directed my cum all over her lovely breasts.

Aunty Pauline gave me a hand job every week till I got my first girlfriend.

Days that I now look back on with great fondness.