1. A Family Affair


    Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Fiction, Group Sex, Mature, Spanking, Author: Ricardo, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    A FAMILY AFFAIR PART ONE: ON THE ROAD I was driving up from the West Country to London as a favour to a favourite aunt who wanted to visit an old friend. I had time on my hands and she offered to pay for the fuel and I’d get a pleasant and interesting drive, something I love doing particularly if someone else is paying for it and the same in about a month when I went back to drive her home. Now, although I called her ‘Aunty’, she was in fact my cousin, but because she was about 20 years older than me, putting me on a generation level as a child with her own children, she had always insisted on this title. However, she was tall for a woman at 5’10 (her father, my uncle, had been a 6’6” policeman) and a buxom blond and I had fantasised about her since puberty. She had long shapely legs, a large bust, a large bottom and shoulder length cornfield golden hair. She always dressed very smartly and in traditional style; the sort of look you see in the classy women’s magazines. She usually wore skirts and dresses rather than slacks thus presenting her legs to maximum effect. She did have a weight problem, a family failing I’m afraid and was usually on the latest ‘fad’ diet, but I letched and lusted after this woman from my early teen years and ever since I had developed an interest in spanking, those fantasies had been tending towards spanking that delectable bottom. At this time, I was around 40 and she around 60. She had married a man 20 years older than herself when she had been ...
    around 20 and now, of course he was in his eighties; still very fit and active but nonetheless in his eighties. He had his hobbies and interests, mainly concerned with cars and F1 motor sport, not a subject which ‘Aunty’ had much interest in. One other thing, for many years, I had stopped calling her ‘Aunty’ although I still thought of her in that way from time to time. Nowadays, I called her ‘Jilly’. So, there we were, driving up the M4 motorway in an easterly direction (as her father might have said) towards the capital. My original plan was to have driven her to London in my car but at the last minute a problem had developed with it and it was ‘off the road’. Not to worry though as I also owned a motorhome and it was in this that we were driving up to town from her home in Exeter where I had stayed the previous night. We were now between Bristol and Bath having driven up the M5 and crossed over to the M4, talking easily of this and that. The driving position in a motorhome is at van height so passengers in saloon cars cannot see directly into the cab. She had relaxed in her seat allowing her pleated A-line skirt to fall down from her knees exposing an area of tan nylon covered thigh which acted like an ‘eye magnet’ to me. She glanced in my direction with a strange expression on her face and then looked at the front of my trousers where there was an obvious stirring, but said nothing; just looked out of the side window with an enigmatic smile on her face. With my pulse racing ...
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