1. ]Aunt Karen and Her Niece Andy


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    dress up against myself for her to supposedly view the length even though we both knew I wasn't as tall as she. It was just a game we played. Both of us knew she was just teasing and both of us enjoyed the game. Afterwards, she would treat me to a sundae or shake at the local &#034Dime Store&#034 or soda fountain. This was her way of making up to me for the teasing. My assisting her whenever she shopped, helped to further develop the close relationship in which the two of us enjoyed being with each other more than being with anyone else. Because of this, she treated me differently than the way most young boys get treated by their female relatives. She still viewed me as a c***d, but offered me many opportunities to partake of adult experiences. Whenever we watched TV, I would lie on the floor, near her chair, but at an angle, so I could secretly stare up her casually displaced skirt. Each time my ears heard the soft whisper of nylon against nylon, my eyes would strain to see up between her momentarily opened thighs, hoping to catch a flash of pink, or white, or another equally exciting shade of colored panties. I loved the sensuous sound her nylons made as she crossed or uncrossed her knees. My Aunt was never really careless in her posture, but I was able, on a few occasions, to see up her displaced skirt to that dark zone of mysterious womanhood which peaked my youthful desires. I attempted all the conventional strategies to discover my Aunt naked or semi-dressed as most ...
    young boys before me have done, to their female f****y members, Often, I peeked through keyholes. Sometimes, I knelt outside her bedroom window, hidden by the bushes, straining to see through the narrow gap between the shade and the window frame. Once, I crawled between our closets, they were offset and connected. There, hidden under the d**** of one of her gowns, I quietly sat, inhaling the sweet scents that emanated from the materials, gently caressing the skirt portion against my hairless cheeks. I remained there, my eyes &#034glued&#034 to the tiny &#034crack&#034 between the doors for over two hours, but all Auntie did was straighten her dresser drawers and brush her hair, much to my disappointment. Though none of these furtive attempts really succeeded, I did enjoy the trill of the venture and would spend hours fantasizing over what little I was able to glimpse. Once or twice, I noticed a small smile sneak across her lips when an attempt failed. I wasn't sure if my Aunt realized what was going on, but prayed she wouldn't figure it out. I continued my secret voyeurism and over time was somewhat rewarded for my efforts. Every now and then, Aunt Karen would be less vigilant, thereby allowing me to see down the vee of her blouse or robe as she bent to kiss me goodnight. On other occasions, I would see up her skirt, just past the welts of her hose, as I helped her out of our car. Sometimes she encountered a difficulty in getting dressed and would ask for my assistance with a ...
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