I've been reading these posts, some obvious BS and poorly written and others that I would bet are real, some seemingly sincere. Along with this I read about family and I know the statistics are quite high on INCEST, one out of four women have had the experiences. Some are psychologically injured, some not. I read about "naughty aunts" with their nieces and nephews and that is what I have been thinking of posting on here, naughty or not. My experience with one of my aunts (I have three) has been one of the loveliest parts of my life.

From childhood, "Skeets" (we all call her, why, don't ask, I don't know but her name is Pamela) took me under her wing. She's athletic, starting with a naturally well-formed body. She was a "five letter" woman in college and went on to be a highly sought after, popular fitness guru. She is a "body builder" but does not compete and believes that competition is not what her work is all about. She has attained "washboard abs" a triumph for any woman. She has the attitude that fitness is the best preventative "medicine" humans can do. This includes the correct diet, nutrition, and so forth. I was her willing student and started working out with weights, running, jogging, etc. in my pre-teen years.

As a consequence, whenever people saw us together they assumed we were mother and son. I was her helper on many of the health activities she attended and carried bags, pulled carts, etc. for her. She often told me I was indispensable to her. We were very close and despite exceptionally developed bodies, tender toward each other, physically. I could not get enough out of watching her work out and lead groups working out. Her physique is nothing short of sensational. One of her heroes (whom she actually met and proudly knew) was the late Jack Lalanne, who was known as "The Godfather of Modern Fitness."

On my 21st birthday, Skeets took me to an upscale restaurant and treated me to a great dinner. I went home with her and she made some her from scratch coffee (she considers coffee a health food). While I was enjoying her coffee she excused herself and I heard her in the shower. She came out wearing a cotton robe and I could easily see, completely nude beneath. She asked me to take a shower. This puzzled me but I did not hesitate. When I turned the water off, she was there with a robe for me. She took me by the hand, naked, into her bedroom. I'm not going to attempt to describe all that followed for fear of having this post come off as pornographic or just some i-n-c-e-s-t for wankers.

Skeets dropped her robe and I lost my breath. Though I had seen her in skimpy outfits for years, never naked. She said, "happy birthday" dear one, I'm giving you a present you won't forget and from the looks of you and my feelings for you, sharing the gift with you." My sexual experience back then was minimal but I did have some.

Skeets took me to her bed and lovingly whispered a regimen of lovemaking to me that made me feel pangs of jealousy with the thought that she had been with others before me. Of course, this was a childish reaction, especially since she was 18 years older then me but I quickly dismissed it. t this point she was beyond the level of just "my aunt" but just a beautiful woman inside and out, with whom I was physically intimate. It felt like an event from Providence that heightened my life experience.

As an example of the type of things we did, at one point she wanted me to plunge my cock as deeply as possible into her anus and I did. She then began to open and close her anal sphincter on the stem of my cock that was right at my testicles. It felt as if I was being jerked off by her anus. The feeling was indescribable and soon enough she asked me to stay deep and to cum into her. We continued to share our sex until after midnight. Then, we fell asleep in her bed.

In the morning I had the strong urge to call my mum and others and rave about Skeets and me but obviously, I could do no such thing. We had a long talk about what had happened and she told me that she was seriously involved with a man who was deeply in love with her. She told him that she had planned to spend an evening fucking me, why, etc. and he thanked her for sharing the information with him. Immediately, I knew this must be the right man. Curiously, I could not pick him out of her friends and acquaintances known to me.

That same spring I graduated from college and went on with my career. A year later I attended Skeet's wedding and met the groom. Although I had mixed feelings and emotions, I did nothing to make Skeets regret our past choices or our relationship in any way. We never duplicated the sexual experience but from the beginning I knew it was a one time event. It's a great memory.