Growing Up

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I was a orphan at age 9, my parents both died in a train accident. I ended up with my fathers sister Rachel then 35 single and in and out of relationships. She took good care of me and as years passed, she found it harder to find a partner. She never had children of her own and she was my only living relative. When I was twenty, I was in a training course to become a mechanic and still living with Rachel. Who worked 2 jobs, a waitress on Friday and Saturday nights and receptionist by day during the week. She would get home late from her night jobs and would sleep late next day. I was building a car from parts in our garage. We didn't a car to get around, as there was good public transport all around. But I just wanted to build it and still have it today thirty years later. I would sleep in the nude and would walk about naked. Rachel never said anything about it, then one Sunday morning I had got up later than usual and moaning coming from her room. So I went in to see if she was okay, she was and she was playing with herself. I stood at the door naked watching her and my penis went hard. Then she saw me watching and then saw my rigid cock. She asked If I was going waste it, by pulling myself or was I willing to give her a good fucking. I was at a loss at first then said I would fuck her. I went over to her and she grabbed my cock and then started to suck it. It didn't take long and I blew in her mouth, she kept at my cock until it was hard again and then told me to mount her. Which I did, after the sex we laid together and she thanked me for helping her get off. I replied Anytime you want I'm available, she just smiled at me. Later after a very late breakfast, I went to the garage to work on my car. I was under the car working when she came and asked me to come out from under to talk with her. I came out from under the car and she stood over me, so I was looking up under her dress and she wasn't wearing panties. She said You said anytime, how about now. I'm a bit too greasy and dirty for your bed I replied. How about the back seat of your car she asked, Okay I said and we had sex again in the garage. That night we slept together, we started having sex regularly and even after I met and married my wife of 30 years we continued to have sex right up to Rachel death at the age of 75. My wife didn't know anything about it.
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