not mistaken you'll grow to like them.

I detect a certain femine streak in you and once it gets a chance I think it will assert itself.'

'I'm sure that you are wrong. I can't imagine myself in feminine attire. I should detest it,' I insisted.

My matronly aunt had a way with her. Despite my hostile reaction to her proposal the smile she gave me at that moment somehow lessened my hostility to the idea of my dressing as a woman.

And when she called me to her side I admit that I was beginning to weaken in my resolve.

I sat at her side on the bed and she put an arm round me pressing my head to her bosom. 'You see it might have other advantages too,' she whispered coyly.

I am not sure what she meant but she kept my head pressed against her and I felt the warmth and appeal of her large soft breasts through her blouse. I felt a desire to touch them with my hands and when I moved my head and reached up with my hand to unfasten the top button of the blouse she did not stop me. Suddenly I found that I was initiating something of which my aunt appeared to approve...

I undid all the buttons and then unfastened the clasp of her bra bwteen the two cups. The cups fell away to expose her luscious tits.

'Go on,' she said, her voice almost husky.

'You want me to...?' I asked hesitatingly.

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'There is no reason why you shouldn't if that s what you like,' she said, now assuming a more non-committal attitude. I think my aunt never wanted to admit to the slightest dependence on anyone else, but I knew that she wanted me to touch her breasts and even to put my lips to them.

I grabbed her right breast and took the swollen nipple to my mouth and began to suck on it greedily. The dominating woman was transformed into something more like a matronly woman, a woman with large breasts able to suckle a man or child.

It seemed to me that for a time she resisted

any tendency to weakness -to enjoy the man sucking her breast. Her obstinacy was due to her sense of having to depend for a moment on someone else. But in the end her desire for some kind of fulfilment overcome her reluctance. I heard her moaning as the stimulating of her breast somehow communicate itself to the rest of her body and she had become sexually roused.

But her sense of independence must have reasserted itself and the motherly figure was suddenly replaced by the dominating Aunt I had known for most of the time I had been staying with her. She unexpectedly pushed me aside and said: 'That's enough of that. We have things to do.'

I jumped off the bed and reached for my clothes, but she interrupted me.

'You won't need those for the time being. I

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