Car crush by sexy aunt 11 min read

Hey there, it’s CrushJohny back again. I’ve been gradually jotting down my collection of 100% true stories, spanning from my childhood to the present day. While these tales might not be as thrilling as what you typically find here, I offer you the assurance that they are genuine experiences.

This car crush occurred in our family home, situated right on the outskirts of suburbia at the end of a cul-de-sac. Beyond the row of cookie-cutter houses, our residence was hidden behind a messy hedge, with a gravel driveway leading up to it, flanked by a small rusty gate. Despite being just a minute’s drive up the winding gravel path, the numerous turns and dense trees obscured the gate from view from the house.

At the time this occurred, my mother was 36 and her youngest sister (my aunty) was 28 at the time. She was a bubbly, fun aunt. Looking back maybe a 6/10, long black hair dyed blonde on the tips, brown eyes, a nice smile and a curvy body. About the same height as mum, at 5’4. She was often traveling around the state, towing her food trailer stall and setting up at various events, carnivals, fairs, etc.

One evening, she came to our house to visit Mum, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since it happened every month or so. They sat in the kitchen, sipping tea and chatting about their usual topics. Amelia was consistently well-dressed, and tonight was no different. She wore tight, high-waisted jeans paired with a tucked-in long-sleeved sweater and brown leather ankle boots.

I was quite happy to play in the living room on my new Xbox 360, engrossed in my game. This went on for a couple hours until it was getting late and time for her to leave, probably 10pm or so.

As I and my siblings came to the front door to say our goodbyes, mum reminded her to make sure to shut the gate the gate on her way out.
‘Oh’ my auntie replied looking concerned ‘I’m a little scared hop out of the truck at night’ she replied sheepishly, looking a little embarrassed.
‘All those murder documentaries you watch?’ replied my mum, finding it amusing.

‘Yeah, I’d be terrified of someone in the bushes! Or stealing the truck when I got out!’ she continued.

‘It’s a quiet street’ my mum reassured.
I sensed an opportunity here and interjected.
‘I’ll go with you, open and shut the gate and I can just walk back’ I suggested.

Amelia looked to mum, hoping for her approval.
‘how sweet of you!’ my mum replied smiling at me, accepting the proposal.
Yes, I thought to myself, hoping I could get a foot run over as she passes through the gate.

She said her goodbyes, I watched her putting on her brown leather ankle boots with a block heel and then her overcoat, getting more and more excited myself. I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, with my flip-flops I found at the doorway.

Amelia made a comment, worried about me getting cold. I shrugged it off saying I don’t feel the cold, and its only for a minute anyway.
‘Boys’ exclaimed mum and her, shaking their heads.

We headed out the freezing night and quickly over to her truck, climbing up and in. At the time, I just knew it as her work truck. Looking back on photos and recalling a conversation with my dad, I know the exact model. It was a new 2007 F-150 FX-4, she brought as she needed something safe and with enough power to tow her food trailer around without worrying, and the occasional off-road adventure.

I watched her closely now as she cranked the engine, and it’s V8 roared to life. I observed her manicured white nails as she flicked the heater onto full, and shifted into reverse. There was something enthralling about watching this woman so effortlessly control and maneuver a big truck, it stirred something further inside me as we spun around and began driving down the driveway.

‘Thanks again for doing this for me’ she said as we continued down the foggy driveway, with it only dimly illuminated by her lights. Just as she finished saying this, her phone began to ring. She looked down at it resting in the center console

‘Oh its Nick’ she squealed, excited to see her boyfriend calling. ‘I’ll call him back in a sec’
‘Not while your driving I hope’ I teased back.
‘No, I’ll quickly call back before I get on the road’ she explained, as we approached the gate. Maybe she didn’t want me around when she was talking to him, I guess.

We stopped, she gave me an awkward hug over the center console and said goodbye as I jumped out into the chilly night.

Instantly I heard the ‘click’ of all the doors being locked behind me, I kicked off my flip-flops and walked over to the gate, fumbling with the chain for a moment before opening the gate outwards. I walked it over to the side, spun around and could only see two bright headlights in my face, making it impossible to see anything more. I motioned, waving her through, and then waving as she approached. I couldn’t see anything, but I assumed she waved back.

It’s harder than you think to get your foot run over. If I stick it in her way too early, she’ll see me and stop, so it has to be timed well. Next, a couple inches too far and the wheel would hit my leg, flinging me to the ground instantly and probably breaking bones. Too little, and you miss entirely, all that anticipation for a complete letdown and regret. As the first tire came by, I was a little too cautious, only just getting my toes. An instant of hard knobby off-road tires crushing my toes, but it was over like that. The second time I was again too cautious and only got the very edge of my toes, still enough to leave a mark, but it still felt like a letdown.

She had pulled forward to leave enough room to swing the gate shut, but still had not got on the road yet. returning her boyfriend’s call I realized! I looked longingly at her truck, I could see the red glow of the taillights, and the headlights covering the road in front, but near pitch black surrounded it. I could hardly see my own hands, as I looked down and swung the gate shut.
Wait. She could not see back any better than me, and she’d be focused on her call… My mind churned the idea as I slowly walked the gate shut.
I’ll risk it. If she sees me, I can say I was going to play a prank and scare her by jumping at the window. Sure, I’d get in a bit of trouble, but the perfect cover too.

I chained the gate, but with me standing on the outside. I then dropped down and waited a second, no change. It was the scariest thing, not knowing if she knew or not.

No doors opened, no horn beeped, no change at all. I assumed I was safe.
I crawled towards the truck, I was freezing now and shaking from a mix of cold and adrenaline. The idle of her engine was enough to drown out any noise I made from crunching the dirt road as I approached.
Safe, I thought as I reached out and grasped the towbar, knowing I was out of the line-of-site. I didn’t want to crawl under, despite being high enough that I could, I was smart enough to worry about her turning, meaning the back wheels might run my body over, and the fact she could drive away at any second without warning.

I decided I had to crawl to the front, that way I’d get two crushes, from the front and back wheel. I debated the driver’s side or passengers… inexplicably to felt nicer to be closer to her. More of her weight transferred to the tire, not that you could ever tell the difference, but somehow that was the deciding factor.

As I started to crawl around her truck, I noticed the exhaust went out underneath behind the rear wheel on her side, steamy from the cold weather. As I crawled around the side my face was in the cloud for a moment, and it overtook me. Something about Amelia sitting in her toasty car, while her engine idled away pumping toxic fumes into my face made my erection rage even harder. I pushed my face right up to the exhaust, almost blocking it. I was holding my breath now, there was something magical almost about the warm air rushing against my face on a freezing night. But after a second my eyes began to sting, I had to pull away to avoid coughing.

I continued to stay low, desperately hoping her mirror wasn’t adjusted low enough to see me down beside her rear tires. I shuffled along the ground until I was parallel with her door. I imagined if I had x-ray vision, if I could see through the door and look up at her sitting in her seat, her tight jeans sitting on the chair and her sexy heeled boots resting on the brake.
I was now right beside her imposing tire, my hands running along it. My mind was racing with all the possibilities, I didn’t want to break bones, I couldn’t have a mark my parents would see easily… I didn’t want to get hit by the rear wheel if she turned for some reason.

I crouched like a frog, both hands placed right in front of her tire, and ready to jump up if she turned at all. It would blow my cover, she’d get scared, but I’d still live. I wasn’t chickening out either, both hands fully in line with the tread, not just fingers. oh boy! It felt like an eternity of waiting, but was only probably a minute of freezing, imagining her sitting in her truck, toasty and probably flirting with her boyfriend, but I had no idea what was happening.
Suddenly a creak of the brakes letting off, and the huge tires rolled forward. Let me tell you, of all the hundreds of crushes I’ve had until now as I’m writing this, this is one of the worst. My hands were bitterly cold, and the hard, knobby tires were designed to dig in and grip. It felt like cracking my knuckles, but they all popped and spread out as she rolled over them. I nearly pulled my other hand out of the way, but I’d come too far to give in I thought, it too felt like a vice, despite being on dirt, it still compressed to nothing under her wheels.

Luckily, she continued straight, but to be honest I chickened out with the rear tires and let them go by, with a split-second spray of fumes in my face as she accelerated down the gutter onto the road. I was worried I broke my hands. Genuinely. If you’re reading now, squeeze a knuckle between two fingers, and increase the pressure hard for a moment. You should feel your finger ‘slide’ forward a touch and it feels like you’re separating it? Now imagine every finger like that, and from an F-150 truck tire instead!
All my knuckles were searing in pain, but I couldn’t see anything in the pitch-black dark. I waited until she was out of sight, and then stood up and walked back to the gate. I found my flip-flops, and walked back to the house, slowly trying to make a fist despite the pain, thinking if I could do that then nothing was broken, and I would be ok. Luckily, everyone had gone to bed already when I walked in, I jumped into the shower, locked the door.

My hands had a near perfect imprint of her tread, all in between my fingers and on my palm was red with blood pooling under the skin. There were clear marks on all my knuckles, and it was still incredibly painful. Hot water on cold hurt hands felt like fire, but after a few minutes was bearable. After warming up in the shower, I took care of my hard-on from the night, imagining her blissfully unaware of the incredible pain she caused.
The marks remained for another week, turning to bruising in between my fingers that I hid from everyone, but eventually disappeared. 15 years later, present day, I still see her at family events, she’s married now with kids, but I still get such a kick seeing her, remembering that night with her truck and how she has no idea.

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I’ve a number of experiences yet to write but will take time. ‘borrowed’ heels, fingers under furniture, older sister’s friends, quite a few unknown tramples and crushes, etc. If you appreciated this, please leave a comment, it would be encouraging to me and mean a lot. Thanks.