I [m] 19 watched my aunt [f] 39 get herself off on a flight

I’ll just preface this by saying there’s no actual incest here, this is just a scene I witnessed.

So most of my family are spread out across the world, we only generally only meet up once a year in the summer at my grandparents’ home. Currently me and my aunt both live in the Uk although in different cities; she lives in Brighton whereas I’m studying in London. When the event I am about to describe took place she was a couple months pregnant (not from a partner, she’s single and got inseminated with donner sperm from a sperm bank). Anyway it was getting near the time of year where we all went to our grandparents, and because of my aunt’s pregnancy my parents booked me on the same flight as her so that I’d help her carry her luggage and take some of the stress away.

That’s the background details done with, so flash forward and were sat next to each other on the plane; she’s got the aisle seat and I’m in the middle. We’re quite a fair bit into the flight, and it’s night, or at least the cabin is dark and everybody is sleeping. I don’t sleep particularly well on flights, because of anxiety, not that the plane will crash but that I’ll suddenly get sick. Instead I’m listening to music on my headphones. My eyes are closed, and it probably looked like I was sleeping, and that must’ve been why my aunt felt comfortable doing what she did next.

The song playing in my ears ends and I open my eyes to reach for my phone and pick a new playlist, but as I do, I catch a glimpse of my aunt in the corner of my eye and I freeze. She had a hand under her dress and she was fidgeting. Finally her reappears from under her dress, and along with it her underwear which she pulls down to her feet and takes off. I try not to move or even breath as she reaches for her handbag under the seat, places it between us and shoves the underwear inside. I watch, my eyes half closed as she unfolds one of the blankets the stewardess had distributed earlier, and she spreads it over herself. As soon as she’s sure it’s covering her lap, she sinks her hand underneath the blanket.

I hear her let out a long, relieved sigh under her breath, as she, I assume touches herself. I can hear the faint ruffling of the fabric as she moves her arm back and forth. It goes on like this for a couple of minutes, occasionally letting out the odd moan. Her breathing gradually intensifies with her arm movements, and eventually the blanket slides off a little bit. The hem of her dress was just at the edge of her belly, and from my position I could just catch a glimpse of her pubic hair, and her wet, messy finger every time it slid out of her.

I can tell she’s getting closer, her breathing’s heavier, and she’s shaking more and more until she grabs the blanket, pulls it back over herself. She bites her lip, squeezes her thighs together, and I watch amazed and surprised, as a large wet patch bleeds through the fabric of the blanket.

I suppose as the feeling of ecstasy fades away, the reality of her situation starts to set in, and she starts to rummage through her bag. She doesn’t find what she’s looking for and she turns towards me. I shut my eyes as fast as I can, hoping she didn’t notice I was awake. I feel something brushing past me, I open an eyelid, and my aunt is reaching across me for a pack of tissues, in the back of the seat in front of me. Her belly was pressed against my crotch, which I realize in that instant was rock hard, although thankfully by virtue of my tight jeans it was pressed against my body and not portruding. I close my eyes again, when I feel her slink back into her own seat, only to open them as she lifts her blanket. Her thighs were soaked, and the edge of her dress was spotted with dark wet patches.

She doesn’t waste time and proceeds to wipe down her thighs with the newly acquired tissues, and is trying to do the same with her dress and the blanket. Realising that was probably a futile effort, she pulls her dress back down and folds the blanket neatly. To my surprise she switched her wet blanket for the dry one in the back of the seat in front of me. She spreads it out over her legs, covering up the wet spots on her dress and settles in to sleep as if nothing had happened.

I basically sat there, still as a rock until the cabin lit up again and people started to wake up. Pretty uneventful flight otherwise. Oh and I kept the blanket…as a momento.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/le7ts0/i_m_19_watched_my_aunt_f_39_get_herself_off_on_a