My Erotic Aunt PART I

Alejandro goes to live with his alluring aunt Laura, a beautiful older woman. A story to read with one hand, delivered in several parts.

1

The flight from Lima had been endless, but Alejandro finally set foot in Barcelona with his backpack over his shoulder and his heart racing with that mix of nerves and excitement that only solo travel brings. He was twenty-one years old, had just finished university, and his mother had insisted he spend a few weeks with his aunt Laura. “It’ll do you good to change scenery,” she’d said. Alejandro only remembered his aunt as an older woman, somewhat distant, the kind who sent blurry Christmas postcards. He imagined a woman in her late forties or early fifties, chubby, with gray hair and housecoats.

But when he walked out of passport control and saw her waiting with a handmade sign that read “Alejandro ❤️”, he froze.

Laura had just turned forty, but she looked at least ten years younger. Slim, with sun-kissed golden skin, short hair dyed a vibrant, intense red that fell in rebellious strands over her forehead. Her green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her mouth, painted a deep red, curved into a wide smile when she recognized him.

“Ale! Come here, my handsome nephew!” she exclaimed, opening her arms.

She hugged him tightly. She smelled of incense, vanilla, and something sweeter, more carnal. Alejandro immediately noticed how her body pressed against his: she was wearing a very short white tank top that barely covered her navel, and frayed denim shorts that revealed her long, toned legs. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He felt the softness of her breasts against his chest during an embrace that lasted a second longer than normal.

“I thought…” he started, still stunned.

“That I’d be an old hag?” Laura let out a husky, sensual laugh. “Surprise, nephew. Life in Barcelona has treated me well.”

The taxi took them to the Gràcia neighborhood. Laura’s apartment was on the third floor with no elevator. When she opened the door, Alejandro stepped into another world.

It was a large, almost empty loft in pure hippie style. Instead of furniture, there were huge cushions scattered all over the floor: red, orange, purple, with ethnic prints. A salt lamp and several low red lights bathed everything in a warm, suggestive glow. On the walls hung large posters of Hindu gods: dancing Shiva, Kali with her tongue out, tantric scenes full of intertwined bodies. The air smelled of patchouli and something that seemed like recent marijuana.

“Welcome to my humble chaos,” Laura said, closing the door behind him. She kicked off her sandals and walked barefoot among the cushions, swaying her hips naturally. “My ex took almost all the furniture two weeks ago. Better this way, don’t you think? More space to… breathe.”

Alejandro dropped his backpack on the floor and couldn’t help but follow her with his eyes. Her shorts rode up a little as she walked, revealing the lower curve of her ass. She was freshly single — his mother had mentioned that on the phone. “Poor Laura, the idiot left her out of the blue.”

“You can leave your things wherever you want,” she said, turning toward him. The red light caressed her cleavage, outlining her slightly hardened nipples beneath the thin fabric. “Tonight we’ll sleep here in the living room. Tomorrow I’ll help you settle in better. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired?”

She stepped a little closer. She was barefoot, her toenails painted the same red as her hair. Alejandro swallowed hard.

“A bit of everything,” he admitted.

Laura smiled with that mix of familiar affection and something much more dangerous.

“Perfect. Then let’s get comfortable. Take off your shoes, relax… there are no rules here.”

She gracefully dropped onto a pile of large cushions, crossing her legs in a way that made her shorts stretch dangerously tight. She patted the spot beside her.

“Come, tell me all about the trip… and about you. It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown… a lot.”

Alejandro sat down next to her. The heat of her body was palpable. Outside, Barcelona hummed with the summer night. Inside, the red lights and Hindu gods seemed to watch them with a knowing smile.

And it had only just begun.

2

The following days at Laura’s place were delicious torture for Alejandro.

His aunt practically lived in short clothes. In the mornings she made coffee wearing an old t-shirt that barely covered her ass and black lace panties clearly visible underneath. In the afternoons she walked around in tight tops and tiny shorts, or simply a loose camisole with nothing beneath. Every time she bent over to pick something up or stretched to reach a book, Alejandro had to look away so he wouldn’t stare at her long legs, her firm ass, and the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric.

He couldn’t help it. He was always watching her.

One afternoon, Laura went out shopping and left Alejandro alone in the apartment. Curiosity got the better of him. He quietly slipped into his aunt’s bedroom. The bed was unmade, the sheets smelled like her perfume. On the nightstand, a drawer was slightly open. Inside he found several dildos of different sizes and shapes — one large and black, another realistic, and a small pink vibrator. Beneath them was an envelope with printed photos.

He pulled them out with trembling hands. They were explicit photos of Laura. In one she was on her knees, sucking a man’s cock with obvious pleasure. In another she was on all fours, being fucked from behind, mouth open in a moan. In the last one she was riding a guy hard, her tits bouncing and her face twisted in ecstasy.

Alejandro got rock hard instantly. He sat on his aunt’s bed, pulled down his pants, and started jerking off while staring at the photo where Laura looked straight at the camera with a lustful expression. He came hard, imagining he was the one inside her. He cleaned everything up quickly, put things back as he found them, and left the room with his heart pounding.

That same night, Laura returned flirtier than ever. She always was. She spoke in a soft, playful voice, touched Alejandro’s arm when she laughed, winked at him, and bit her lower lip without realizing… or maybe she did. It was obvious she flirted with all men: the delivery guy, the neighbor on the second floor, the waiter at the café downstairs. But with him it was different. Closer. More dangerous.

One hot afternoon, they decided to watch Coppola’s Dracula on Laura’s old projector. They were lying among the cushions in the living room, with the red lights turned low. Laura was wearing an oversized t-shirt that kept slipping off one shoulder and extremely short boy shorts. Her bare feet rested on another cushion.

Halfway through the movie, Alejandro couldn’t take it anymore. He had been fantasizing about touching her for days. He had invented the perfect excuse.

“Aunt… would you like me to massage your feet?” he asked, trying to sound casual. “I’ve studied a bit of massage. I’m pretty good at it.”

It was a lie. He had never studied massage. It was just an excuse to touch her, to feel her skin under his hands.

Laura turned her head toward him with a slow, mischievous smile.

“Really? What an attentive boy…” she purred. “My feet are actually a little sore from walking so much. Come here.”

She settled more comfortably among the cushions and stretched her legs toward him. Alejandro sat in front of her and took one of her soft, warm feet between his hands. He began massaging it carefully, pressing the arches, toes, and ankles, imitating what he had seen in videos. Laura let out a low moan of pleasure that went straight to his crotch.

“Mmm… that feels so good,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “You have good hands.”

“Whenever you want, I can give you a full massage,” Alejandro said, his voice a little hoarse. “I can do your back, your legs… whatever you need.”

Laura opened her eyes and looked at him with intensity. A flirtatious smile formed on her red lips.

“I used to work as a masseuse a few years ago, you know?” she said in a low, sensual voice. “So whenever you want, I’ll give you one… a really good one.”

She stared at him for a moment, absentmindedly stroking her own thigh with one hand.

“You’re such a sweet boy, Alejandro. Very attentive… and very handsome. I like having you here.”

The massage continued, but the air between them had grown thicker, charged with electricity. Outside, the Barcelona night went on. Inside, under the red lights, something was definitely beginning.

3

The next day, Alejandro woke up with his mind full of images of his aunt. The tension was already unbearable. Since he didn’t have much money, he searched online and hired a cheap prostitute for a quick service at a nearby hostel. It was just a blowjob.

The girl was young and pretty, but as she knelt in front of him and pulled down his pants, Alejandro closed his eyes and could only think about Laura. He imagined it was his aunt’s mouth wrapping around him, hot and wet, that it was her red lips sliding up and down his cock. He fantasized about grabbing her short red hair and fucking her hard, cumming deep inside her. He came with a muffled moan, picturing Laura’s face looking at him with desire.

Afterward, he went out for a walk to clear his head. He reached Parc de la Ciutadella and sat on the grass. There were a couple of young girls chatting and laughing barefoot under the sun. They had nice feet, but they weren’t like his aunt’s. Laura’s were perfect: soft, well-cared for, with that elegant arch and nails painted red. Everything about her was so beautiful, so sexy, so out of his reach… and yet so close.

He ate a quick sandwich and headed back to the apartment.

Just as he opened the door, Laura was coming out of the bathroom completely naked, her hair wet and droplets of water running down her skin. Her firm breasts, narrow waist, and completely shaved pussy were visible for a second before she stepped into her room without rushing.

“Do you want to talk to me about something, Ale?” she asked casually from inside. “Come in if you want. I’m not ashamed if you see me naked.”

Alejandro swallowed hard and entered. Laura was standing completely naked, rubbing moisturizing cream over her arms, breasts, and legs with slow, sensual movements. He sat on the bed beside her while she continued. Then she slipped on a light blouse and tight hotpants, with no panties underneath. The fabric clung slightly between her ass cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful, Aunt…” Alejandro said in a low voice. “I’m really lucky to have such a gorgeous aunt.”

Laura let out a soft, flirtatious laugh.

“And you’re very handsome,” she replied, looking him in the eyes. “You surprise me more every day.”

“You have an incredible body,” he added, unable to hold back.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said with a smile, running her hands over her hips. “Whenever you want, you can be naked in front of me too. There are no taboos here.”

At that moment, Laura glanced down and noticed the obvious bulge under Alejandro’s pants. She let out an amused little laugh.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know? It’s normal… you’re young and I walk around half-naked all day.”

Alejandro, flushed but aroused, dared to say:

“If you want… I can give you that massage now.”

Laura bit her lip and stroked his cheek.

“I’d love that, but tonight. I have to go out right now. I have a meeting.”

She gave him a slow, warm kiss on the cheek, very close to the corner of his mouth, slipped on her sandals, and left, swaying her hips.

As soon as the door closed, Alejandro went into his aunt’s room. He took out one of the photos he had found before (the one where Laura was completely naked, legs spread, touching herself) and lay down on her bed. He pulled down his pants and jerked off furiously, smelling the sheets that still held her scent. He came heavily into the handkerchief he had in his pocket, moaning his aunt’s name under his breath.

He stayed lying on Laura’s bed for a while, breathing heavily, knowing it was getting harder every day to control himself.

4

That night Alejandro slept only in his underwear, tossing and turning on the cushion mattress, unable to get his aunt’s naked body out of his head.

The next morning, he had barely opened his eyes when there was a soft knock on his door.

“Come in,” he said sleepily.

The door opened and there was Laura, wearing only a very thin black lingerie set: lace bra and matching panties that barely covered anything. Her red hair was still messy from sleep.

“Good morning, handsome,” she said with a smile. “Today I have to go to the art gallery where I work—there are several things I need to organize… but first, that promised massage would do me a lot of good.”

Alejandro sat up quickly.

“Of course, Aunt. Whenever you want.”

Laura smiled, satisfied.

“Perfect. I’ll be waiting in my room.”

She walked out, swaying her hips. Alejandro sat on the bed, unable to believe it. His cock was already rock hard inside his boxer briefs. Breakfast didn’t even cross his mind. He got up just as he was, only in his underwear, and headed to his aunt’s room.

Laura was lying face down on the bed, still in her lingerie. When she saw him come in, she smiled and set her phone aside.

He started with her thighs. His hands moved up and down her soft, warm skin. After a few minutes, he dared to ask:

“Is it okay if I massage your ass?”

“Go ahead,” she replied in a relaxed voice. “I love a really good massage.”

Alejandro slipped his hands under her panties and began kneading her firm, round buttocks. His fingers slid over her flesh, lightly brushing her asshole. Laura let out a soft moan of pleasure and relaxed even more, completely surrendering to his touch.

Encouraged, he unhooked her bra. She didn’t say anything. After all, he had already seen her naked several times. His hands roamed over her back and the sides of her breasts, feeling the softness of her tits pressed against the bed.

His cock was throbbing hard. He hesitated for a second, but then got bold: he pressed his erection against one of her ass cheeks and rubbed himself gently over his underwear. Laura didn’t protest. She stayed relaxed, breathing deeply, as if she were enjoying the moment.

He wanted more. He gathered his courage.

“Turn over,” he asked.

Laura obeyed without opening her eyes and lay on her back. Alejandro began fondling her breasts with one hand while the other slid down to her pussy. He caressed her over her panties, then pulled them aside and touched her wet, hot cunt directly.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes…” she whispered. “But that’s as far as it goes, okay? Don’t forget I’m your aunt.”

That seemed to be the line she wouldn’t cross. No sex. Alejandro understood the limit and focused on fingering her, rubbing her clit and gently penetrating her while his other hand squeezed her breasts.

Laura started breathing faster, moving her hips against his hand. Shortly after, she reached a light but intense orgasm, arching her back and letting out a long, soft moan.

“What a delight…” she sighed, still with her eyes closed.

She sat up a little, gave him a loving kiss on the cheek, and stroked his hair.

“We’ll talk later, alright? Now I’m going to take a shower.”

She got up, still naked, and walked to the bathroom. Alejandro left the room confused, his cock throbbing painfully inside his boxer briefs, aching for relief that never came.

It will continue in part II