Student and mature aunt: Anal

I moved to the regional center to attend university. My parents didn't have their own place there, and renting a room was expensive, so my mother's sister, Aunt Vera, took me in. She was forty-five and worked as an accountant at a garment factory. She had divorced her husband about ten years ago, lived alone in a spacious two-room apartment, kept a cat, and, as I thought then, had given up on her love life. I was nineteen. I'd noticed this oddity about myself before. On commuter trains, in lines, on the street, my gaze always gravitated not to my peers with their skinny jeans and backpacks, but to women in their forties and fifties. I was mesmerized by their heavy thighs, clinging to their skirts, their powerful calves, and the large breasts they carried before them like jewels. Their backsides were especially intoxicating—wide, substantial, swaying as they walked. I imagined myself plunging my hands into that flesh, spreading the cheeks and penetrating that most secret, forbidden place. My peers, with their flat bottoms and shyness, filled me with nothing but boredom. Aunt Vera was exactly that type. Short, but well-built, with curvy hips, a soft belly, and, I guessed, a luscious bottom, which she usually hid in tailored trousers. For the first few months, I simply enjoyed her presence: the smell of the kitchen, her laughter, the way she unabashedly strolled around the apartment in knitted lounge pants that hugged every curve. But everything was fine until that day. I returned from class earlier than usual. The bathroom door was ajar, steam billowing out. I wanted to go to my room, but I heard quiet singing and the splash of water. I peered through the crack and froze. Aunt Vera stood with her back to me, soaping her hair. Water trickled down her naked body. I saw her broad back, tapering to her waist, and below that, her body. Her backside was exactly like in my fantasies: enormous, composed of two massive white hemispheres, with a wet sheen. Soapy lather flowed into the cleavage between her buttocks, and I almost groaned with a surge of desire. My cock instantly became erect. I quietly moved away, afraid of being discovered, and locked myself in my room, where I brought myself to release, biting my lips until it hurt. From that day on, I began to languish. I couldn't look her in the eyes, afraid she'd read everything from my burning pupils. And a week later, something happened that changed everything. It was Saturday, and Aunt Vera let me go to the movies, saying she was doing a thorough cleaning and didn't want anyone getting in her way. The show was canceled because the projector broke, so I trudged home. I opened the door quietly, so as not to disturb the cleaning. The apartment was suspiciously quiet, except for strange sounds coming from Aunt Vera's bedroom—the rhythmic creaking of the bed and muffled male voices. The door was ajar. I froze. It was the neighbor from the third floor, Uncle Kolya, a heavyset, balding man of about fifty-five. He was standing at the edge of the bed, and Aunt Vera was lying across it, her legs draped over his shoulders. They were having anal sex. I saw it as clearly as the palm of my hand: his thick, red penis was disappearing into her stretched, lubrication-slicked anus, and she was squeezing her own buttocks with her hands, spreading them apart and moaning softly into the pillow. I jumped back from the door. My heart was pounding. I was shaking with excitement and a strange, burning jealousy. Why him and not me?! I spent the rest of the evening on edge, and when my neighbor left, I pretended I hadn't seen anything. But inside, everything was seething. The opportunity presented itself. A couple of days later, Uncle Kolya left for his shift. That evening, we watched TV. Aunt Vera was wearing her favorite short robe. She was drinking tea with her feet up on the sofa, and I noticed she was wearing nothing under the robe. I couldn't resist. My look must have been so eloquent that she caught it and, embarrassed, tried to pull down the hem of her robe. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a nervous laugh. I didn't answer. I just stood up, walked over, and sat down next to her. I took her hand. She tried to pull it away, but I held on tight. "I saw everything, Aunt Vera," I said quietly. "You and Uncle Kolya. How he... fucked you from behind." She froze, the color flooding her face all the way to her chest. Fear and shame filled her eyes. I, on the other hand, felt incredible courage. I leaned down and kissed her neck. She tensed, but didn't push me away. Then I grew bolder. My hand slid down her shoulder, down to her soft, heavy breast. Her nipple instantly hardened. She sighed convulsively, and I was already stroking her thigh, moving higher, to where the black hairs formed a neat triangle. She was impossibly wet. "You're crazy..." she whispered, but there was no refusal in her voice. It was surrender. I gently but firmly turned her around so her back was facing me. She braced her palms against the back of the sofa, her knees sunk into the seat. With trembling fingers, I pulled the robe up her back. My God, that ass was even more beautiful up close than in my dreams. Two enormous, matte-white globes. I squeezed them, feeling my fingers sink into the hot, yielding flesh. I leaned down and kissed each cheek, inhaling her tart, feminine scent. Then I spread her buttocks. Her anus, unlike the one I'd seen in porn videos of young women—pink and wrinkled—was large, darkened by ingrained pigment, and slightly gaping, as if remembering its lover's caresses and waiting for more. The skin around it was soft and folded. Spitting on the hole, I ran my thumb, and it easily, almost without resistance, went inside. Aunt Vera gave a short, hoarse moan and leaned back. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my sweatpants down to my knees, my hungry cock twitching, a drop of precum dangling from my urethra. I placed the head of my cock against that stretched, pliant opening and pressed. She entered like hot oil. Aunt Vera screamed with pleasure. Her anal cavity tightly gripped my cock; it wasn't a virgin's ass, but the skillful clenching of an experienced woman's anus. I began to thrust my cock into her depths, increasing the pace. She buried her face in the sofa cushions to keep from screaming, and I watched her swaying ass, watching my shaft disappear inside her all the way to the base, and I felt like I was in heaven. The orgasm was explosive. I ejaculated deeply into her ass, collapsing exhausted onto her back. We were both breathing heavily. Then she turned, hugged me, stroked my hair, and spoke something unintelligible and tender. "I was so afraid you'd judge me if you saw me with Kolya," she whispered through tears and laughter. "And you... You're just as shameless as I am." “I love you, Aunt Vera,” was all I could breathe out. "I love you too, silly. And I'll ask Kolya not to come anymore. I have you now." From that day on, we became a true couple. The apartment turned into a nest of vice and love. She taught me everything she knew, especially the art of anal intercourse. It turned out that her first husband had introduced her to it, telling her it was safe and that with her magnificent ass, it would be a sin not to take advantage of it. We did it everywhere: on the kitchen table while dinner was cooling, on the living room carpet, in the bathroom, and even in the entryway. I finally lived a full life, feeling like a man. She was my first and, as I thought then, my only love, with whom I learned all the secrets of the female body and who forever weaned me off looking at skinny peers.