A week with Aunt Taylor ( Day One )

My name is Blake, I am 19 now and just started my freshman year of college. I am decently fit, I do not have a super slim body or abs or anything special just normal. This story is about my summer just before freshman year of college. 

I was sitting on my couch at home in the middle of June when my phone rang and the caller ID showed Aunt Taylor’s name. So I answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god is this Blake?”

“Yes it is.”

“Look how deep your voice got!” (The last time i seen my aunt was when i was 10 before she moved more towards the east coast. We use to be best friends up until that point but i have not seen or talked to her since.

I laughed and asked her why i have not seen her in about 9 years.

She replied, “Awww I’m so sorry honey i miss how close we use to be, which is why i called. I know you are on your break right now and I just bought a shore house and was wondering if you wanted to come for a week to visit?”

I told her I’d love to and we decided that I would drive to her house by tomorrow. Although it was short notice and a decent amount of driving I missed aunt Taylor and it would be nice seeing her again.

Finally I drove up to her shore house, parked and took my luggage that i packed for a week and knocked on her door.

Aunt Taylor answered the door and my jaw almost dropped. Over the years she obtained a nice hourglass figure and did not look nearly 45. 

My aunt had was wearing jeans which hugged her huge ass tightly. She also was wearing a very low-cut shirt which revealed her best feature of all, her size 40E breasts. There was a deep line of cleavage that lead right to a pair of the largest breast I’ve ever seen.

She caught me staring at her cleavage and let out a small laughter and asked me to come in and as embarrassed as I was i just walked in staring at the floor trying not to look up.