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Every year, mom, her sister, Velma, and myself go camping under the stars. Far away from civilization and all its trappings, it usually grounds us and brings us closer to nature.
This year mom wasn't feeling too well and begged off. We pleaded for her to come along, but she just wasn't feeling it.
"I guess it's just you and me, kid." Aunt Velma ribbed me as she drove us to our annual camping spot.
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Every year, mom, her sister, Velma, and myself go camping under the stars. Far away from civilization and all its trappings, it usually grounds us and brings us closer to nature.
This year mom wasn't feeling too well and begged off. We pleaded for her to come along, but she just wasn't feeling it.
"I guess it's just you and me, kid." Aunt Velma ribbed me as she drove us to our annual camping spot. Of course I wasn't a kid. At nine-teen I hated being called a kid. But you know old people...
Not that Velma was old. At 47, she was super hot. Large breasts, long, shapely legs. She looked like one of those women on the vacation posters.
Night drew close and we gathered up enough firewood to make a nice, crackling fire. We talked of family and weather and all the usual bull-shit. She brought out a bag of marshmallows and we had fun cooking them on the end of a stick.
READ MOREThe stars came out and the view was incredible. There must've been a million stars. Or more. We laid on our sleeping bags and just star-gazed until we were doing more yawning than gazing.
Reluctantly, we called it a night. I schlepped my bag to my tent and she took hers to her tent. That should've been the last I saw of her until morning.
But it wasn't.
I had just drifted off to sleep, when I heard the zipper on Aunt Velma's tent. I listened intently and heard the tell-tale sounds of a lady peeing in the woods. For some reason that got my boner raging.
Closing my eyes again, I expected to hear the zipper on her tent going back up. Instead, the zipper on mine descended and a flash of moonlight spilled in, causing me to go temporarily blind.
"Aunt Velma?"
A giggle. Then a zip.
I suddenly felt a chill and before I could say a word, my voluptuous, 47-year-old aunt had unzipped my sleeping bag and slipped inside with me.
My heart pounded and my stomach lurched. What in the hell was going on here?
"Aunt Velma? What are you doing? This isn't your sleeping bag, this is mine!"
She turned to face me and that was the moment I realized she was stark naked. Her entire body was on display for my greedy gaze.
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