As my cock settled to normalcy, I made my way out of the pool, just as my aunt announced dinner was ready. It was nice eating outside in the warm even...ng. Again, my aunt sat across from me, torturing me in a halter summer dress and freshly showered skin and wet hair. Her big breasts giving a slight jiggle every time she moved. She announced she was going to put the baby to bed and would be back downstairs later. I retreated to my bedroom to shower and change as well.As I stripped down and got. My pantyhose already getting wet from anticipation of the treasure held within the gusset of these panties. I then put the gusset to my nose. Slowly moving the gusset against my nostrils. The wonderful scent of her pussy drives me to an intense orgasm in my pantyhose. I continued this for the rest of the day. At least twelve times. Each time just as short. Once I reach the part where her pussy hole was I immediately orgasm. Now I’m in love with the smell of pussy.A week goes by and and the. It somehow served him well, though.He raised me reasonably well, with the exception of the ideas he put into my head about women. I didn’t get his charisma, so my misogynistic ideas didn’t pan out as well for me. I also had a tiny bit of empathy my father did not have. I still had my share of one-night stands and short relationships like my father did, but much fewer and farther between. Looking back, I always felt slightly guilty for the women I had used.When Doug passed away a couple of years. She had put on some make up, and was wearing a very pretty short and tight fitting dress that showed off all her curves, a pearl necklace, and also had on a pair of black stockings and heels, and she really did look the part of a mature cougar, which is what she kind of was, in her late fifties."Wow! You look amazing!" I said happily."Thank you!" she replied nervously."Right. Well, why don't you stand here in front of the camera!" I then said pointing to the floor next to me, and she then.