My Cum in Aunty Joan’s Panties (edited)

Every Sunday throughout my youth, we visited Aunty Joan's house across the town.
Being a very impressionable, hormone-ravaged young boy of eighteen, I became fixated with her and, on numerous occasions, often wondered what she would look like naked.
These images ensured that each time we visited her house, I always had a bulging, solid, hard cock.
She was in her mid-fifties with a wonderful figure, nice round breasts, and a very small waist.
I just couldn't keep my eyes off her as she walked around her house, her wonderful body parading for me as thoughts of what was under her clothes gave me sensations I was enjoying.
Then, one afternoon on one of our normal visits, something happened that changed everything. I sat across from her at the table, and while we had lunch, she looked straight at me and winked for some reason.
She then reached over to pass me my plate and seemed to knock her knife off the table.
"Sorry, do you want to get that?" she asked.
Pushing my chair back, I reached under the table to pick it up when I got the shock of my life.
I looked across under the table to see Aunty Joan's legs suddenly she opened her legs for me to see up her short skirt.
I could see her bright pink lacy panties covering her very dark hairy pussy.
In complete shock, I sat back up at the table after picking up the knife. Looking across at Aunt Joan, she seemed to smile and again gave me another wink.
I couldn't believe what she had just done, I just wished I could of stayed under the table a bit longer just so I could get a better glimpse of those pink lacy panties.
My young little cock instantly became so hard from what I had seen that I had trouble trying not to let it show in my tight pants.
That night at home, I vigorously jerked off in the shower, giving my little hard cock a good workout from the images I had in my head.
On our next visit a week later, I hoped something would happen again; she again smiled at me and again gave that wink.
My cock once again became hard at the mere thought of what might happen, and I waited with anticipation to see what she might do.
Then she asked, "Will you help me take these clothes upstairs for me? Grab those towels, will you?” She said.
Eagerly, I grabbed what she asked and followed behind her, and we made our way upstairs.
Walking into her bedroom, we placed the clothes onto her bed, and then turning to me, she whispered to me, “You might want to sort that bulge out in your pants when you get home, as it looks like it's about to explode."
Looking at her in complete shock and very red, I nervously nodded at her.
I could have shot my load there and then with what she said, but what she did next made it worse.
Reaching down into her wash basket, she picked up the pair of pink pants she had on the week earlier, saying to me, “ Take these home with you and jerk that cock of yours over these; bring them back next time and do not tell your parents, ok? I have worn them for a few days, so they should give you some extra incentive to shoot your cum over.
Quickly scrunching them up and stuffing them in my pockets, she kissed me on my forehead, saying, "It's been a long time since I've had cum on my pants; don't let me down, okay?".
She then reached down and grabbed my hard bulge, giving it a little squeeze and smiling, and then walked back downstairs.
Arriving home later that day, I made excuses and quickly ran upstairs to my room.
Reaching into my pocket, I unfurled Aunty Joan's pink pants. The excitement then took over and holding them in my hands, I finally had something I'd wished for so long.
Holding them up to my nose, I could smell her pussy juices wafting up from their crusty, still-damp gussets.
Then, letting my solid cock loose, I held them close to my hard tip.
Vigorously, I pumped my shaft until I suddenly shot the loads of my cum upward and all over her pants.
For the next week, I must have covered them with so much cum that they eventually became stiff, hoping she would not mind how messed up they had become.
The next whole week just seemed to drag; I just wanted to get back to Aunty Joan's house.
,” as my face turned just even “ I hoped you like what you saw last week, so take
ve been wearing are nice and well perfumed for you, they your cum over them” she said.her perfume she had mentioned, the smell was incredible, I couldn't believe I had them.She told me to do with them what I wanted so as instructed I dropped my pants and holding my hard little cock ibegan pumping hardties, it felt incredible watching my cum dribble rpthrough the lacy material knowing she had given me them to play with.of my very messy, I hastily wrapped them up to return them to her the next week.In anticipation of the next visit, we returned the following week.
Having her panties stuffed into my pocket, I asked to go to the bathroom, and, as I passed her bedroom, I placed them in the laundry basket.
Quickly returning downstairs, Aunty Joan was in the kitchen, and she asked me to help her with lunch, which I did.
I told her I had placed her panties in her basket, she whispered to me “Ok, do I need to give them a good wash?" She replied.
"Yes, I think you might have to, Aunty Joan."
"Next time you go to the loo grab yourself another pair; there's a fresh, damp set on my bedroom floor for you to use."
Smiling at her, I said, “Are you sure?" “Yes, I'm sure. Just don't tell your parents, okay, or I will just deny everything”.
Nodding in reply, I retrieved the black pair she had left for me, and again eagerly stuffing them in my pocket, I made my way back into the lounge.
Later that afternoon, she looked at me saying “My god, Sonny, it's a wonder there are any panties left with the amount of cum on them, but it’s nice to see you have so much” she said.
"Looking at that bulge of yours, do you reckon you could shoot your cum for me today?" she asked.
"What now", "Yes now, I want you to get a clean pair of my pants out of my drawers and shoot what you can on them today, then leave them in my room; I want to wear them later."
"What with my cum on them?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to feel your cum on my pussy; it's been so long since I had cum anywhere near my pussy,”. She said.
With that, I eargly made my way upstairs and did what sge asked, retesving a pair of her pants I rushed into her bathroom, pumping my cock hard I managed to splatter her panties with as much as I could.
Placing them in her room I made my way back downstairs just in time as we left for home straight after.
The mere thought that my cum my aunt Joan’s pussy just sent me into overdrive.
The amount of cum I shit the next few days was so much that just the thought of how my aunt Joan might look naked kept me going for quite a while afterwards.
For a boy of sixteen the initiation in the world of a mature women was very exciting.

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Me and Aunty Joans Road trip.

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