Hello to all of you especially those nephews and aunts who fight every day with that temptation that desire, believe me they're not alone.
I'm warning you now that this won't be short, I think I'll tell everything absolutely, dividing it into sections, I hope I don't forget anything but don't hesitate to ask if something slips my mind. I do so because I only want to tell this story, 100% real, so they won't read that I'm 30 cm tall or that my aunt is a top model but each written word will be true. I still need your help, I haven't fulfilled my fantasy yet but maybe soon I can fulfill it, next I'll give you the reasons for this assumption, I'll tell you about my failure in my first and only confession to her and how just a week ago, the door that I've been searching for maybe only maybe is opening (with screenshots included).
My aunt, my perfect wife.
La modelo se acurruca en la cama y comienza a masturbarse con un dedo.
As I said earlier my aunt is not a model, she doesn't have plastic surgery but there's no woman in this world I can look at with more desire. She's the only sister of my mom, she's a brunette around 1.60 meters tall, always dyes her hair red which drives me crazy, her breasts aren't very big but just enough to sometimes stand out in her dresses, her ass is not very big but firm for her age, she likes wearing high heels so her legs and calves are always toned despite not exercising much, she almost always wears short, red, black, animal print and one blue dress that drives me crazy. She's always been very fun, dances very sexy, I adore talking to her, she's very cultured and has made it clear she doesn't live in a square world, very different from the rest of my family who is very conservative, just turned 50 (I'm 27) but repeats, she's very well preserved, has two daughters although she always considered me one of her sons, she's divorced but remarried, apparently she doesn't like the idea of being alone. Trying to mix my imagination with porn features some characteristics in various pornstars that remind me of her, actresses who share her face shape like Ariella Ferrera, her mischievous gaze which I've seen more than once like my favorite actress Jessica Jaymes (D.E.P), outfits from some scenes of Satin Bloom and Anissa Kate, and so on, with facial features, expressions, body language that remind me of my aunt, my perfect woman.
First steps towards an unbridled obsession, experiencing loss of control.
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Since I've had reason to think for myself, my aunt has captivated me with her beauty and way of being, from very young I would accompany her and when we'd take a taxi ride, I'd appreciate her legs sometimes I'd touch them but she never saw it as wrong, clearly, I was a child.
As I grew up and reached adulthood, I began to delve into the world of porn, my first wanks were with milfs, inevitably the world of milfs and cougars, commonly known as such, was my preference.Due to family matters my aunt, one of my young cousins and her husband stayed at my house, it was there where I first discovered myself, after telling me she would never do such a thing again in more than one occasion I snuck into their room, grabbed their clothes, their pajama shirt, some stuffed coat hangers that still retained the scent of their perfume which I still remember with ecstasy, I masturbated with many of her clothes even ending on the softest ones. With surprise and still with much shame the next day I observed how that clothing was being put in bags to throw them away, to this day she has never told me if it bothered her and more importantly if she knew who it was.
I should have left for university those vacations had passed inside me I felt relief at not being in the same state as her I didn't know how far I could go if I kept going like this for the first time I didn't have control over my mind and body.
Coming of age, a double-edged sword.
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The university kept me busy and away from my family, however, vacations arrived and it was the moment when I could interact with my aunt daily, I would look at her in pajamas, in pants, and then arranged like the erotic muse that surpassed me. Now I was a man, I can assure you that my broad shoulders pleased her, it was more than evident that every time she could, she would caress them. It was there where my head started to spin, did I really not see her as a child, as her nephew, as her son?
Four years passed during that time they lived for a year with us and then moved to another house, but she would visit my grandmother daily, so she would go alone almost always. In those free days I'd see her arrive at my window in short dresses, and my penis would stand up like a mast immediately. Sometimes she'd forget her key, so I'd have to come out to let her in, no matter how hard I tried to hide it - I'm not very big, average-sized maybe, but it's the magic she makes me feel. I started to gain more confidence and on purpose I'd leave my pajama top open as loose as possible, taking advantage that my parents weren't home, I could wait for my aunt like that, standing up. I'd open the door, hug her, and in a couple of occasions my member would get hard she'd just jump back and not give any sign of importance, I'd take her by the arm to the patio until we got inside and we'd chat about how her day was going, me with my clear erection but her not looking, just smiling as always.
Exceeding my limits.
La modelo de 22 años se acurruca en el sofá con un vestido de seda que deja al descubierto sus pechos redondos y su vientre plano. Su cabello castaño claro cae sobre sus hombros como una cascada de oro, y su sonrisa sensual hace que los ojos se me llenen de deseo.
My confidence was increasing and I didn't noticeAs I greeted her (she was wearing a white sports top), I would caress her stomach by putting my hand under her clothes, she didn't mention it as was her habit, so it happened a couple of times until an occasion when she grabbed my hand and stopped me, I got sad thinking the limit had been reached, I remained quiet all afternoon, but it was a surprise to find out that after noticing my anger and discontent, hours later she came up to me and caressed my shoulder in her special way, making me smile again.
Lecherous glances while counting something a bit too bold, as I was drinking my wine one occasion I noticed that he was looking at me in a way... different, immediately made a face like he was choking, with a hint of sadness, but for the first time I saw those eyes.
If there's any flaw I can say my aunt had was that she never lost the habit of taking money from my grandmother, a secret even I also fudged for obvious reasons. There were also occasions when I left my door open and when I saw her arrive I would start masturbating, waiting for her to see me, as she climbed the stairs in her high heels, they sounded like tic tac that reminded me I could still avoid this uncomfortable encounter, I have to confess I never had the courage to follow my trap, greeting her normally. Only one occasion was not entirely like this, I entered my grandmother's room whose door opens onto my study and can be seen, she came in for money, I told myself I wanted her to see me, how would she react?, I started touching myself and when I realized she caught a glimpse of me, observing, without moving, without looking for more money, just looking at me. It was the first truly erotic moment we had, however, the pleasure lasted little because I suppose she regretted it and only left the room, not turning to see, she went down the stairs.. There were no comments, with her it's always the same thing, but I'm sure there was a change, even occasions she'd come upstairs without shoes so it would be easy to catch me masturbating, never coincided.
Time was passing and I wasn't letting opportunities slip away to tell her she looked beautiful, that my favorite dress was the one she was wearing, even using the word sexy, to which she would only laugh and say: 'Ay mijo, thanks but I'm already old.' To which I would respond that it didn't matter. One time she noticed me looking at her while cooking, made a fan gesture with her hands and said: 'Uff it's hot.' Again these flirtatious hints caught me off guard and I couldn't articulate an intelligent word to take advantage of the moment, but I had definitely exceeded my limits.
The lost opportunity and a sudden goodbye.
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As it was customary I had my pajamas on and carried a tremendous erection, she was talking to my grandmother downstairs, we were the only ones - this is my chance I thought. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do something with this fantasy I kept repeating. I went down trembling legs and made a sign pointing to my pants, she opened her eyes in surprise, without thinking much I pointed upwards wanting to make her understand that she should come up. Quickly I rushed upstairs nervous, will she come? Will she have understood?, suddenly I heard those heels going up the stairs, I was at my desk nervous, she entered and sat on my bed waiting. It's not a lie. Just when I thought of telling her everything, we heard the front door, my parents had arrived, I quickly changed the subject and she immediately left, I suppose she also got frustrated because when my mom greeted her and asked what was new, she replied - Nothing at all. We never touched that topic again, but in person it was definitely the strongest moment, my golden opportunity vanished that day.
My heart broke the following year, my aunt was supposed to move to another country because her husband had found a job opportunity and it wasn't in their plans to return for a long time. I felt betrayed, we never said anything, we never talked about those moments face-to-face, my aunt was leaving and I couldn't do anything. When she left us at the airport, all she said was: 'if I could take you with me.' I want to think that those words hid something more than an innocent comment from a family member who's leaving, everything happened very quickly, she had already left.
Pandemic, collapse, my confession.
No te preocupes si no puedes encontrar el camino, siempre hay alguien que puede ayudarte a encontrarlo.
As everyone will know, no one prepared for what was to come last year, those were difficult times, now it's much more difficult for her to be able to visit us and that date is practically impossible. Months passed and fortunately through WhatsApp I never lost contact with her. I sent her memes and she sent me some back, we occasionally chatted. I don't know if not having her around diminished my desire or at least that's what I thought. Due to the pandemic my social interaction also fell apart, I suppose it was the same cause for a desire to continue that unfinished story, so I started virtual seduction.
I started with risqué tone memes, challenge chains and those sexy TikTok videos. I constantly sent them to her, asking for photos which never arrived, always finding a way to avoid the topic and put on the table the reality that she was already an adult and only young people could do those challenges. She laughed at the memes but didn't pay attention to the ones with a sexual tint until the day came.
Nervous and sweating I prepared to tell her how I felt, drafted the message emphasizing that I love her a lot, and that I see her more than just an aunt, that I wanted her to be my sexual teacher and that this would remain between us, words more or less that was the message. It took me all day to contact her, I was very scared, maybe her husband checks her phone? Will I get her in trouble? Will she tell me no?
Her response arrived, unfortunately it wasn't what I expected, with a lot of tact she told me she didn't think I had her in that concept and very kindly said she wouldn't break the trust because she never gave me any other understanding than the affection of an aunt to her nephew and she wasn't interested in being anyone's teacher, she wasn't upset, just uncomfortable and asked us to forget it and move on, saying that secret would take its own grave but we should forget it and I should find someone else.
Was everything just my imagination?
La modelo se acurruca en la cama y comienza a masturbarse con su dedo.
I know what they're thinking, all those gestures, caresses, looks, moments - did they never happen? Did my imagination really create everything? That's an uncertainty that still haunts me to this day. I know what I saw, what I felt, why am I telling myself now that she never gave me any signs? I told her I hadn't seen how she had rewritten the message and that I just wanted to ask her some things about certain topics, trying to leave it as innocent as possible, which is why she agreed so our family relationship wouldn't change.
I don't have evidence of these messages since I deleted them out of spite and anger. Just believe that this happened. Now my aunt knows how I feel, that story about it not being my intention was up to her choice. The following months were very distant, I would distance myself a lot and only communicate with my mom besides wishing her a happy Christmas and New Year's, of course in the most cold and respectful way possible. We kept sending messages, but very innocent, very correct, very boring.
The present: Is a new door opening?
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Recently, about two weeks ago and more than half a year after my failed confession, my aunt started sending me messages using my technique of hiding some explicit ones (attached evidence) among them. This has caused me a feeling of anger; she knows that this could again activate my desire. Why is she doing it??, comments, emoticons, and GIFs that have put a real challenge not to take as signs. I sent her a birthday message a bit provocative, always exaggerates her age, I'm not sure if it's a defense mechanism, but her response intrigues me; it seems like the opportunity is possible again, is my imagination just playing with me?
What's the conclusion?
Please provide the Spanish text you'd like me to translate.
Due to the distance and pandemic, I doubt a short-term meeting will happen, I just want to be able to exchange sexy photos, send her porn scenes with at least one actress who resembles her in my mind and have her tell me she likes it. Feeling like she's giving signals confuses me and finding her breaking point is burning my head a bit. I feel like it's not that obvious, but knowing our previous discussion I don't understand why she would send me that kind of thing. For now, I just aspire to sext with her, that's what I desire most.
Comments.
Please provide the Spanish text to be translated.
I first want to thank you for your attention, I hope you can give me your viewpoints, I also appreciate using this platform to exchange pages, videos, tips, and anecdotes. Honestly, I really want to try again, but if I'm wrong it could ruin our family now. Help me make this story have a happy ending.
I'm warning you now that this won't be short, I think I'll tell everything absolutely, dividing it into sections, I hope I don't forget anything but don't hesitate to ask if something slips my mind. I do so because I only want to tell this story, 100% real, so they won't read that I'm 30 cm tall or that my aunt is a top model but each written word will be true. I still need your help, I haven't fulfilled my fantasy yet but maybe soon I can fulfill it, next I'll give you the reasons for this assumption, I'll tell you about my failure in my first and only confession to her and how just a week ago, the door that I've been searching for maybe only maybe is opening (with screenshots included).
My aunt, my perfect wife.
La modelo se acurruca en la cama y comienza a masturbarse con un dedo.
As I said earlier my aunt is not a model, she doesn't have plastic surgery but there's no woman in this world I can look at with more desire. She's the only sister of my mom, she's a brunette around 1.60 meters tall, always dyes her hair red which drives me crazy, her breasts aren't very big but just enough to sometimes stand out in her dresses, her ass is not very big but firm for her age, she likes wearing high heels so her legs and calves are always toned despite not exercising much, she almost always wears short, red, black, animal print and one blue dress that drives me crazy. She's always been very fun, dances very sexy, I adore talking to her, she's very cultured and has made it clear she doesn't live in a square world, very different from the rest of my family who is very conservative, just turned 50 (I'm 27) but repeats, she's very well preserved, has two daughters although she always considered me one of her sons, she's divorced but remarried, apparently she doesn't like the idea of being alone. Trying to mix my imagination with porn features some characteristics in various pornstars that remind me of her, actresses who share her face shape like Ariella Ferrera, her mischievous gaze which I've seen more than once like my favorite actress Jessica Jaymes (D.E.P), outfits from some scenes of Satin Bloom and Anissa Kate, and so on, with facial features, expressions, body language that remind me of my aunt, my perfect woman.
First steps towards an unbridled obsession, experiencing loss of control.
...........................................................................................................................................
Since I've had reason to think for myself, my aunt has captivated me with her beauty and way of being, from very young I would accompany her and when we'd take a taxi ride, I'd appreciate her legs sometimes I'd touch them but she never saw it as wrong, clearly, I was a child.
As I grew up and reached adulthood, I began to delve into the world of porn, my first wanks were with milfs, inevitably the world of milfs and cougars, commonly known as such, was my preference.Due to family matters my aunt, one of my young cousins and her husband stayed at my house, it was there where I first discovered myself, after telling me she would never do such a thing again in more than one occasion I snuck into their room, grabbed their clothes, their pajama shirt, some stuffed coat hangers that still retained the scent of their perfume which I still remember with ecstasy, I masturbated with many of her clothes even ending on the softest ones. With surprise and still with much shame the next day I observed how that clothing was being put in bags to throw them away, to this day she has never told me if it bothered her and more importantly if she knew who it was.
I should have left for university those vacations had passed inside me I felt relief at not being in the same state as her I didn't know how far I could go if I kept going like this for the first time I didn't have control over my mind and body.
Coming of age, a double-edged sword.
.........................................................................
The university kept me busy and away from my family, however, vacations arrived and it was the moment when I could interact with my aunt daily, I would look at her in pajamas, in pants, and then arranged like the erotic muse that surpassed me. Now I was a man, I can assure you that my broad shoulders pleased her, it was more than evident that every time she could, she would caress them. It was there where my head started to spin, did I really not see her as a child, as her nephew, as her son?
Four years passed during that time they lived for a year with us and then moved to another house, but she would visit my grandmother daily, so she would go alone almost always. In those free days I'd see her arrive at my window in short dresses, and my penis would stand up like a mast immediately. Sometimes she'd forget her key, so I'd have to come out to let her in, no matter how hard I tried to hide it - I'm not very big, average-sized maybe, but it's the magic she makes me feel. I started to gain more confidence and on purpose I'd leave my pajama top open as loose as possible, taking advantage that my parents weren't home, I could wait for my aunt like that, standing up. I'd open the door, hug her, and in a couple of occasions my member would get hard she'd just jump back and not give any sign of importance, I'd take her by the arm to the patio until we got inside and we'd chat about how her day was going, me with my clear erection but her not looking, just smiling as always.
Exceeding my limits.
La modelo de 22 años se acurruca en el sofá con un vestido de seda que deja al descubierto sus pechos redondos y su vientre plano. Su cabello castaño claro cae sobre sus hombros como una cascada de oro, y su sonrisa sensual hace que los ojos se me llenen de deseo.
My confidence was increasing and I didn't noticeAs I greeted her (she was wearing a white sports top), I would caress her stomach by putting my hand under her clothes, she didn't mention it as was her habit, so it happened a couple of times until an occasion when she grabbed my hand and stopped me, I got sad thinking the limit had been reached, I remained quiet all afternoon, but it was a surprise to find out that after noticing my anger and discontent, hours later she came up to me and caressed my shoulder in her special way, making me smile again.
Lecherous glances while counting something a bit too bold, as I was drinking my wine one occasion I noticed that he was looking at me in a way... different, immediately made a face like he was choking, with a hint of sadness, but for the first time I saw those eyes.
If there's any flaw I can say my aunt had was that she never lost the habit of taking money from my grandmother, a secret even I also fudged for obvious reasons. There were also occasions when I left my door open and when I saw her arrive I would start masturbating, waiting for her to see me, as she climbed the stairs in her high heels, they sounded like tic tac that reminded me I could still avoid this uncomfortable encounter, I have to confess I never had the courage to follow my trap, greeting her normally. Only one occasion was not entirely like this, I entered my grandmother's room whose door opens onto my study and can be seen, she came in for money, I told myself I wanted her to see me, how would she react?, I started touching myself and when I realized she caught a glimpse of me, observing, without moving, without looking for more money, just looking at me. It was the first truly erotic moment we had, however, the pleasure lasted little because I suppose she regretted it and only left the room, not turning to see, she went down the stairs.. There were no comments, with her it's always the same thing, but I'm sure there was a change, even occasions she'd come upstairs without shoes so it would be easy to catch me masturbating, never coincided.
Time was passing and I wasn't letting opportunities slip away to tell her she looked beautiful, that my favorite dress was the one she was wearing, even using the word sexy, to which she would only laugh and say: 'Ay mijo, thanks but I'm already old.' To which I would respond that it didn't matter. One time she noticed me looking at her while cooking, made a fan gesture with her hands and said: 'Uff it's hot.' Again these flirtatious hints caught me off guard and I couldn't articulate an intelligent word to take advantage of the moment, but I had definitely exceeded my limits.
The lost opportunity and a sudden goodbye.
........................................................................................
As it was customary I had my pajamas on and carried a tremendous erection, she was talking to my grandmother downstairs, we were the only ones - this is my chance I thought. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do something with this fantasy I kept repeating. I went down trembling legs and made a sign pointing to my pants, she opened her eyes in surprise, without thinking much I pointed upwards wanting to make her understand that she should come up. Quickly I rushed upstairs nervous, will she come? Will she have understood?, suddenly I heard those heels going up the stairs, I was at my desk nervous, she entered and sat on my bed waiting. It's not a lie. Just when I thought of telling her everything, we heard the front door, my parents had arrived, I quickly changed the subject and she immediately left, I suppose she also got frustrated because when my mom greeted her and asked what was new, she replied - Nothing at all. We never touched that topic again, but in person it was definitely the strongest moment, my golden opportunity vanished that day.
My heart broke the following year, my aunt was supposed to move to another country because her husband had found a job opportunity and it wasn't in their plans to return for a long time. I felt betrayed, we never said anything, we never talked about those moments face-to-face, my aunt was leaving and I couldn't do anything. When she left us at the airport, all she said was: 'if I could take you with me.' I want to think that those words hid something more than an innocent comment from a family member who's leaving, everything happened very quickly, she had already left.
Pandemic, collapse, my confession.
No te preocupes si no puedes encontrar el camino, siempre hay alguien que puede ayudarte a encontrarlo.
As everyone will know, no one prepared for what was to come last year, those were difficult times, now it's much more difficult for her to be able to visit us and that date is practically impossible. Months passed and fortunately through WhatsApp I never lost contact with her. I sent her memes and she sent me some back, we occasionally chatted. I don't know if not having her around diminished my desire or at least that's what I thought. Due to the pandemic my social interaction also fell apart, I suppose it was the same cause for a desire to continue that unfinished story, so I started virtual seduction.
I started with risqué tone memes, challenge chains and those sexy TikTok videos. I constantly sent them to her, asking for photos which never arrived, always finding a way to avoid the topic and put on the table the reality that she was already an adult and only young people could do those challenges. She laughed at the memes but didn't pay attention to the ones with a sexual tint until the day came.
Nervous and sweating I prepared to tell her how I felt, drafted the message emphasizing that I love her a lot, and that I see her more than just an aunt, that I wanted her to be my sexual teacher and that this would remain between us, words more or less that was the message. It took me all day to contact her, I was very scared, maybe her husband checks her phone? Will I get her in trouble? Will she tell me no?
Her response arrived, unfortunately it wasn't what I expected, with a lot of tact she told me she didn't think I had her in that concept and very kindly said she wouldn't break the trust because she never gave me any other understanding than the affection of an aunt to her nephew and she wasn't interested in being anyone's teacher, she wasn't upset, just uncomfortable and asked us to forget it and move on, saying that secret would take its own grave but we should forget it and I should find someone else.
Was everything just my imagination?
La modelo se acurruca en la cama y comienza a masturbarse con su dedo.
I know what they're thinking, all those gestures, caresses, looks, moments - did they never happen? Did my imagination really create everything? That's an uncertainty that still haunts me to this day. I know what I saw, what I felt, why am I telling myself now that she never gave me any signs? I told her I hadn't seen how she had rewritten the message and that I just wanted to ask her some things about certain topics, trying to leave it as innocent as possible, which is why she agreed so our family relationship wouldn't change.
I don't have evidence of these messages since I deleted them out of spite and anger. Just believe that this happened. Now my aunt knows how I feel, that story about it not being my intention was up to her choice. The following months were very distant, I would distance myself a lot and only communicate with my mom besides wishing her a happy Christmas and New Year's, of course in the most cold and respectful way possible. We kept sending messages, but very innocent, very correct, very boring.
The present: Is a new door opening?
........................................................................
Recently, about two weeks ago and more than half a year after my failed confession, my aunt started sending me messages using my technique of hiding some explicit ones (attached evidence) among them. This has caused me a feeling of anger; she knows that this could again activate my desire. Why is she doing it??, comments, emoticons, and GIFs that have put a real challenge not to take as signs. I sent her a birthday message a bit provocative, always exaggerates her age, I'm not sure if it's a defense mechanism, but her response intrigues me; it seems like the opportunity is possible again, is my imagination just playing with me?
What's the conclusion?
Please provide the Spanish text you'd like me to translate.
Due to the distance and pandemic, I doubt a short-term meeting will happen, I just want to be able to exchange sexy photos, send her porn scenes with at least one actress who resembles her in my mind and have her tell me she likes it. Feeling like she's giving signals confuses me and finding her breaking point is burning my head a bit. I feel like it's not that obvious, but knowing our previous discussion I don't understand why she would send me that kind of thing. For now, I just aspire to sext with her, that's what I desire most.
Comments.
Please provide the Spanish text to be translated.
I first want to thank you for your attention, I hope you can give me your viewpoints, I also appreciate using this platform to exchange pages, videos, tips, and anecdotes. Honestly, I really want to try again, but if I'm wrong it could ruin our family now. Help me make this story have a happy ending.
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