My aunt has always been close to me. She is in her early fourties, about 5’4″ slim legs that move up to her nice ass and her DD tits. She always was wearing leopard print and loved her tight leggings which gripped every curve of her sexy figure.

We grew closer when i was eighteen and her husband passed away. I’m now in my mid twenties and have watched her go in and out of many bad relationships. She was always telling me how they mistreat her. I grew to see her as not just an aunt but, as a woman.

It all started when she lost her licence. Once in a while she would need a ride to her job. So, one night she called me and asked if I could take her into work. I was off and told her I would gladly give her a ride. It was bright and early when i pulled into the driveway and beeped my horn.

Soon after, she walked out in her usual leggings and a nice top exposing her tanned cleavage. She opened the door and sat down. We had the usual conversation about her boyfriend somehow screwing her over. I was in my basketball shorts and t-shirt. She had spread her legs and leaned forward to go in her bag. She then asked,”can you stop for coffee?” I replied,”Sure.”

We stopped and she asked,”do you want anything?” In my head i was saying,”i want you to sit on my fat cock auntie!” But all i said was a quick,”No.” She opened her door and stepped out and walked inside to get her coffee.