Bell Bottom -Peek

Our cast of characters:
Belle Bottoms - a 45 year old woman, straight-laced all her life and with little sexual experience, but lately unable to escape a fascination with the shame and embarrassment of someone seeing her naked.
Alex - her youngest nephew
Seth - her middle nephew
Jay - her oldest nephew

= The Flash =

Belle pulled up the hill into her driveway just as she saw her three nephews walking up the way. "Oh, I'm just in time!" she thought. She was really going to have to rush to get supper ready for them. At least they didn't get there before her.

She parked the car in the garage and emerged from the driver's door just as the nephews walked into the garage after her. It should be noted that some parts of her emerged notably sooner than others. It had been casual Friday at work, so immediately after the door opened a pair of Converse sneakers came out, slung on the end of slim legs in close-fitting dark blue jeans. Next came an enormous chest, barely restrained in a tight pale turquoise shirt. If one cared to look one could see the seams of her bra pressing against the tight fabric, but it was for the moment covered by a denim jacket partly buttoned at the front. Then came her beautiful face - a head of wavy dirty blonde hair framing a pale countenance with a perfectly formed straight-bridged nose. She stood up and waved hello, smiling broadly with perfectly even, white teeth. "Hi fellas!" she said brightly. She then turned and bent over to retrieve her bag from the front seat of the car, not realizing just how much her prominent chest hung down when she did that, giving her nephews a view of her shape even through the jacket.

They were used to it of course, they'd known her all their lives and just accepted her as 'normal' if unusually well endowed. As they'd gotten older though, the usual urges of young men became more prominent, and while they might have been horrified at the idea of actually fucking their aunt, those massive mounds of titflesh were impossible to ignore and looking at them might have been somewhere in the back of their mind when considering reasons to come over. However, they were there mostly because she was so sweet and generous with her time. She had often taken care of them after school when their parents were busy and she liked to cook them supper.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I'm glad I got home by now!" she said exasperatedly. "I've brought home a couple of pizzas, let's get them in the oven." She opened the back door of the car and pulled out a couple of grocery bags. Hefting them by the handles in one hand and slinging her purse over her shoulder with the other she walked around the back of the car, took the two steps to the door into the house and pushed it open.

She stopped for a moment to hang her keys on the rack next to the laundry room, then turned right to round the corner into the kitchen. Setting her bags down on the kitchen island she turned to the oven to start heating it up. "Would you boys set the table?" she asked.

"Sure" replied Jay, the eldest and probably most responsible one. He dutifully grabbed a stack of plates and started going to the dining room to set them out. Seth sullenly opened the silverware drawer and took out fistfuls of knives and forks, then went to the table to follow Jay and set them down by the plates. Alex stared at his phone.

Belle took off her jean jacket, fully exposing the curves of her light turquoise shirt. She unboxed the pizzas and added some extra cheese and pepperoni to them. Bending over to put them in the oven, Alex looked up from his phone long enough to notice her shapely bottom sticking out. She had the most magnificent heart-shaped bottom, the result of continuous effort at yoga and the gym as well as fantastic genetics. Her shirt had ridden up slightly to expose a pair of sexy and cute dimples above her ass while the back of her pants gaped open a bit and the lacy edge of her pink-bordered cream-colored panties were just barely visible above the waist of her pants. Meanwhile, at the other end her breasts strained her shirt and swung slightly in their confining bra as gravity fought the strength of the fabric.

Standing up and closing the oven, she put her hand over a spot on her shirt and said "Oh dear I've got a stain on this shirt, I need to change." She hurried out of the kitchen across the hall to her bedroom and emerged a few moments later carrying a laundry basket. Stepping to her right and entering the laundry room door, she hooked the edge of the door with the basket to nudge it shut, but the door brushed her hip and slowed, remaining partly open. Stripping her shirt off, she bent over to open the round glass door of the front-loading washing machine and threw her shirt into the washer. Reaching behind her she unhooked her bra, and it veritably sprang off her chest as her massive mammaries were finally freed from their confining prison. She took a neatly folded lingerie bag off the shelf and stuffed her bra into it before bending over to throw the bag into the washing machine, breasts now hanging pendulously free, nipples dangling downwards.

Alex had been intent on his phone, but the movement of his aunt and the laundry basket caught his attention, as did the bang of the laundry basket on the door. When he saw her pull her shirt off, his heart started beating faster. He stepped over a few feet to look farther around the door, and saw her bent over, face still hidden behind the door so she couldn't see him, and she was taking her bra off! His heart started racing uncontrollably and got painfully fast when he saw her bend over and her tits hang free as she put clothes in the washer. Her giant jugs were the sort of size one sees on pornstars with fake tits, but as far as he knew they were all natural and these sure looked that way! His mouth hung open and his eyes went wide in surprise as he took in the amazing view.

"Alex, quit being a phone bum!" said Jay, then he noticed that Alex was staring intently at their topless aunt, who was seemingly obliviously stuffing laundry into the washer with her bare breasts hanging out and the door open.

"Auntie! The door is open!" Jay shouted. He ran over to pull the door closed, but not before Belle turned and stood up with a 'huh?' expression on her face, enormous tits swinging into view before she gasped, grabbed at one of her boobs to cover it (which did nothing to hide it and only accentuated the size of it as she pulled it back and up), and with the other hand pushed the door closed as she stepped around the door to cover herself, saying "I'm sorry! I didn't realize the door was open!"

Alex looked at Jay with furrowed eyebrows as if to say "What did you do that for? We were getting the best show in the world!"

Jay looked back at Alex, eyes ablaze as if to say "You little pervert!".

Not a word was exchanged, but each clearly understood the other. Alex put his head down to his phone again, but his heart had started racing and he couldn't get the picture of Aunt Belle's bare breasts out of his mind.

When Aunt Belle emerged, she was wearing a large Patriots football team sweatshirt which hid her curves about as well as anything could. Nothing could hide the fact that she had breasts though, especially now that her nephews were looking at her in a whole new light.

Dinner was unusually silent at first. Alex could barely stop staring at Aunt Belle's chest, even though he kept looking away to hide the fact that he was looking. Her shirt was still tight enough that her breasts caused curves off to each side which were lusciously attractive. However high her neckline might be he still imagined what it would like if it was pulled lower to expose her cleavage. His interest was transparent, and his cousins kept giving him dirty glances. For her part, Belle was still silent at the thought of what she had done. She tried to keep the conversation light though, and eventually conversation shifted to Fortnight and League of Legends, which got the nephews all into animated discussions about their favorite game strategies.

= The Peek =

A week came and went, and the boys came over to Aunt Belle's house together again. This time they pulled into the driveway in the car Jay had just gotten - his first. Belle heard the car pull in and she opened the front door for them, the usual smile on her face. Today she had been at an important meeting and was dressed in a pair of perfectly pressed black slacks, a white blouse, and a flared black dress jacket. Her black high heels clicked across the floor as she mounted the steps to go to the kitchen. Alex paid attention to her bottom as she took every step up the stairs ahead of them. The pants might have been relatively unsexy in and of themselves, but the fact that *she* was wearing them made them an item of fascination.

"I just got home!" she said "haven't had a chance to get changed. There should be pizza on the way though, and it will be here soon. I paid and tipped already, so we just need to take it when it gets here."

She bent over at the waist to unbuckle her shoes, and again her tits and ass became even more prominent than usual. Alex stared openly, unable to hide his interest and thinking to himself "Gawd her tits are big! I mean, there's pornstars with tits like that, but here they are live and up close!" He'd been sneaking looks at big tit porn on his phone for the past week when he had moments of privacy, and thinking of his aunt's gigantic globes much of the time when he wasn't looking at porn. It had taken 2 days for his heart to stop racing after seeing her tits for the first time.

"I forgot my phone in the car" said Alex. He turned and walked out the front door, betraying a hint of nervousness in his hurrying around the side of the house to the back. He knew that his aunt was likely to go to her bedroom to change out of those dress clothes and he wanted to get another peek at the action. There was a private patio off her bedroom, and if he was lucky the blinds would be open enough to peek in.

He was in luck! The blinds were cracked open a couple of inches. He had to cross her patio to get into a position where he could look between the blinds but he kept away from the patio door to avoid casting too much of a shadow, and hurried across. If he stood behind the wall of the house, between his aunt's bedroom patio door and the living room patio door, and just peeked the side of his face around he could see through the blinds without being obviously visible. Anyone far from the blinds would need to be directly in line to see him, but because he was so close he would have a wider field of view. He had just gotten into position and started trying to calm his breathing before he saw the bedroom door open and Aunt Belle come in, carrying her shoes in hand. She put down her shoes, bending over with her ass towards him once again, and he ogled her tight black pants and the lush rump they contained. She stood up and faced the mirror, then started undressing herself. First the jacket came off, revealing how her lush breasts tented the white blouse far out before it was pulled back by the tight waistband of her pants where it was tucked in. After hanging up her jacked on a coathanger and putting it in the closet, the blouse didn't last much longer. She stood and looked into the full length wall mirror while unbuttoning it quickly. His position gave him a perfect view into the mirror, so he could see both her front and back at the same time. He saw her strip the blouse off, opening the front wide and baring the gargantuan cups of her bra before pulling the hem of the shirt out of her waistband. Casting it aside onto the bed for the moment, her hands went to her back and the clasp of her bra. Smoothly popping those hooks loose, the bra fell free and her bathykolpian chest was fully on display for him. Enhancing the view, she hefted each of her jugs in a hand, rubbing the flesh and nipples after their long confinement in her bra.

Alex felt like he would be caught at any moment. His heart was pounding and his hands shook uncontrollably. He tried putting his hands against the side of the house but the siding creaked just a tiny bit and so he immediately pulled back.

She was glad to get the dress slacks off, the waistband had rubbed her skin at the waist where the sweat had collected, and it was itching. So she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, revealing a plain set of white low-cut brief panties. Bending over, she pushed her pants down to her ankles, giving Alex a beautiful view of what he had been looking at when she removed her shoes, but now with her bare tits hanging and her ass clad only in thin white panties. Again he saw the delicate dimples just above her rear cheeks and the perfect inverted heart shape of it.

Alex's heart felt like it would burst in his chest. His whole body was shaking, he couldn't stop breathing hard and he was sure that his aunt must be able to hear the labored sound of his breath. He was anticipating the next part of the show - would he really get to see her panties come off, and her bare cunt and ass?

Sure enough, there it was! She grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down, baring her ass and giving Alex a glimpse of her black bush in the mirror. Her bare bottom stuck out and he was fascinated by the smooth white curve of her hip and the shadowed furrow between her asscheeks.

"I wonder what her asshole looks like?" he thought, as he contemplated the private bit of her which was still out of sight. He'd looked at his own in a mirror, but never seen a real live woman's rear hole.

She stood up again, throwing her panties into a hamper. Turning her hip toward the mirror to look at it, she rubbed the red mark where her pants waist had irritated her pale skin. This coincidentally gave Alex a beautiful view of her backside, which he ogled intensely. Then as she swung her hips the other way to look at the other hip in the mirror it brought her rounded bush into view. It was a beautiful little knot of curly hair, round on the top and sides, surmounting a barely visible set of bald pussy lips.

Questions started running through Alex's mind. "Were those pussy lips naturally bald like that, or did she shave part of her bush away? Why would she do that?" then "ohgawd" and a quick reaction to duck back away from the window as he saw her starting to turn. He turned to run away but found himself trapped. If he kept running to that side he'd walk in front of the living room patio doors, and his cousins would see him and guess at what he'd done. If he went back the other direction he'd walk in front of Aunt Belle's patio and she'd see him. So he froze there for a moment, pressed against the wall, considering his options. The best was simply to wait... in a few minutes she'd be redressed and go back out to the living room. At that point he could nonchalantly saunter around the house and back inside with hopefully no one the wiser.

So he waited. Then waited some more. Followed by more agonizing waiting. There was no way to know what his aunt was doing. If he peeked he'd give the game away, but if he waited too long he'd be suspiciously late. So he risked a quick peek back around the corner again, hoping the blinds would obscure any sight of him before he saw where she was.

Belle had turned toward the dresser to put on new panties and comfortable pajama pants. Wait a minute... was there someone looking through the patio door? She thought she saw the furtive movement of a face peeking between the partly open blinds! Gone now though... could that have been... maybe just a figment of her imagination.

She hastily pulled open a dresser drawer and took out a pair of panties and pulled them on, then pulled out her pajama bottoms and pulled them on too. Next came another bra, a bit more worn and comfortable. Bending to another drawer to take out a shirt, she didn't see Alex peek around the corner of the door. As she stood and turned away from the patio door to pull on her shirt, Alex stepped away from the door so as not to cast a shadow, and quickly ran around and past her patio, his feet making no sound on the grass.

Belle thought she saw movement in the mirror, turned to look at the patio door... but there was nothing there.

At supper that night, Alex seemed very nervous and would barely make eye contact with her. She wondered if he'd been sneaking a look at her undressing. Especially after her escapade last week it wouldn't be surprising for him to be curious about her body. She decided to see if there was a way she could figure out his interest...