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    Auntie Bettie and I were not related, she used to live next door to us with her husband and they were good friends with my parents. She moved away to the countryside after her husband was killed in a car crash but always stayed in contact with us and it was suggested by my parents to pack me off to her each summer to which she agreed.I loved staying with her and looked forward to enjoying her company every year, not least because she was a lovely person who treated me kindly and I always thought she was attractive. She was around 40 when I was 14, she had light brown wavy hair, blue eyes and generally wore a tweed skirt, tan-colored nylon stockings, a blouse, and cardigan.I would spend my days playing in the fields and getting into mischief, in the evenings after dinner we would sit together on the sofa watching television before going to bed.One day we went shopping and had dinner in town, when we got home she couldn’t wait to take off her shoes because they were quite new and had been hurting her. I asked if she would like me to massage her feet and she smiled and said: “yes that would be nice”. When I sat on the floor I got the thrill of my life to smell a slightly cheesy aroma from her feet which excited me. My dick grew hard as I gently pressed my fingers and thumbs into her stocking clad feet and my mind started to wander as I dreamt of what it would be like to have her give me a foot job. After about twenty minutes she asked me to stop as she was tired and wanted an early night, I agreed but before we went to bed I told her how I had enjoyed massaging her feet and would be happy to do it again any time she wanted, she smiled and kissed me on the cheek before saying goodnight.I went to my room and immediately ripped off my clothes before pulling myself off, shooting my load halfway across the room. After wiping it up I heard Auntie Bettie leave the bathroom and cross the landing to her bedroom. This was my cue to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, which I did in record time before opening the linen basket where her panties and stockings had been placed. I took them out and returned to my bedroom where I sniffed them while pulling myself off once again.I carefully slid them up my legs and sniffed her panties and for the third time in twenty minutes, I jacked myself off once more.I was in paradise and couldn’t believe how lucky I had been to massage her smelly feet and now I was wearing her nylon stockings while fantasizing about licking her feet and sucking her toes before sticking my dick inside her and giving her a good hard fucking.Before going to sleep I returned to the bathroom where I placed her panties and stockings back in the laundry basket, for I couldn’t risk being found out. As the weeks passed by I took every opportunity to massage her feet, which fortunately for me happened 6 or 7 times more as she seemed to enjoy the experience as much as me. One night she told me that she knew I enjoyed massaging her feet, which was hardly surprising as my dick was always filling out the front of my pants and whenever I felt brave enough I would make sure I got her foot to brush over my dick.The time I spent with her passed by so quickly and I hated leaving her. When my parents came to pick me up to take me home I was always sad because it would be ages until I could return.The following year passed by slowly and seemed like an age but eventually, the moment arrived when I was waving goodbye to my parents as they took the long drive home, leaving me with the woman I was madly in love with.I couldn’t wait to resume my foot duties and on the first night, while we were sitting on the sofa watching television, I asked if she would like a foot massage. She started to laugh and said she wondered how long it would take for me to ask her that question, I got embarrassed but being the kind lady she was, she apologized and said: “of course you can massage my feet”. I got off the sofa, sat on the floor and resumed my duties and oh did it feel good. Her feet smelled just as I remembered and when she noticed me taking in a deep breath, she asked if I would like her feet to give my face a massage. I almost shot my load and could hardly believe my ears but managed to mutter something like “yes that would be nice”. She asked me to lay on the floor with my head at her feet and then gently moved them up and down my face. She would have been blind not to see the bulge in the front of my pants as I lay there feeling like I had died and gone to heaven.After a while she asked me to get up because she was tired and wanted to go to bed, I did as I was told before kissing her goodnight and going to my room where I shot my load after pulling my dick for no more than half a minute.I had been away for a year and had missed her so much but now I was to spend the next six weeks with her and looked forward to many more foot worshipping experiences, especially as I had now been allowed to sniff her feet.Although Aunty Bettie was a very attractive woman she never felt the need to get married again after the loss of her husband, I used to think it must have been too painful for her to start another close relationship, but one day I discovered something that shook me to my boots.She used to employ the services of a gardener, I had seen him a few times but never liked him because he always was quite horrible to me. He was 19 years old with shoulder-length blond hair, well built with a tanned body because he would often work wearing just a pair of shorts and boots so his body got plenty of sun.One day Auntie Betty arranged for me to go into town because there was a fairground in the park and she thought I would enjoy it, so I got the bus but after a few hours I got bored and decided to come home early. When I let myself in I heard a noise coming from upstairs but couldn’t figure out what it was so I crept up the stairs to discover the bedroom door open. My heart dropped as I saw the love of my life, my beautiful Aunty Betty lying naked on top of her gardener who was licking her out while she was sucking his huge cock. I felt like killing myself and wishing I had stayed at the fair, but I hadn’t, I had come home early to witness this and there was nothing I could do to stop it.Just as I was about to creep away he turned her over on her back and this is when I saw the size of his cock, it was massive, maybe 10 inches long and it was thick. As he held her legs apart he slowly slid it inside her and she let out a moan before he started drilling her hard and fast. They were clearly loving every moment and I must admit to pulling down my pants and cumming in my handkerchief before creeping away as I couldn’t risk getting caught.I left the house and took a long walk in the fields trying to cheer myself up but it was no good, my heart was broken and I didn’t know what to do.I returned to the house around 6 and my dinner was ready but I was in no mood to eat, Aunty Betty asked me what was wrong but I couldn’t say. She tried to prise it out of me so I told her a story I made up of a none too nice experience I had witnessed at the fair.We walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, in an effort to cheer me up she asked if I would like to play with her feet. I took up my usual position but was not as keen as normal and she could sense it so quite out of the blue she pressed her foot on my cock. In shock, I looked around at her to see her face smiling at me before saying “well I’ve got to do something to take away your sadness”. I said to her “oh Aunty Bettie I do love you”, she said “I know you do and I love you too” before beckoning me to the sofa where she put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. My emotions were all over the place and I had no idea what to do so I just sat there with my lips glued to hers.She pulled away from me and talked to me softly while looking deep into my eyes, “I want you to know you are very special to me and I love you coming to stay here”. She was making it difficult for me to say what I really wanted to say because I was madly in love with her and so wanted to be her lover, but instead I had found her with that brute of a gardener who strutted around like as if he was the local stud - I suppose after what I had seen him do earlier in the day he had every reason to feel cocksure about himself.We left to go upstairs, but sadly for me, she kissed me outside her bedroom before entering and closing the door behind her.This left me to go to my bedroom and pull myself off before cumming all over the place. As I lay in bed I kept telling myself I have to work on getting myself into her bed so I could fuck her, but I needed to get rid of the big-dicked gardener as well. Come back soon to see what happened next.

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