My Aunt Dee

Wow, what memories this brought back. I too stayed with my Aunt and Uncle for a couple months back in the mid-80's. Aunt Dee was in her mid-40's by then, a bit soft and pudgy, but still pretty in the face and her breasts were just two large, soft, soccer balls I wanted to fall into.

Like most teens I walked around with a hard-on 24/7 and would often rub one out either when I laid down for the night, or in the bathroom in the morning. This one day, about a week after I had arrived I was getting ready for a shower and decided it was time to take care of my blue balls. I had a couple pages from a Hustler folded up in a book so I took those with me to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and started stroking while I stared at the pictures.

I don't know if she didn't knock loud, or if I was lost in my fantasies, but I suddenly heard Aunt Dee exclaim "Oh my goodness!" when I blew my nut. I hadn't been ready for it, so didn't have any tissue or a sock ready and it shot out and painted her wall paper in thick ropy strings. Shot after shot, without me even touch my cock (by this time I was trying to hide the thing as best as possible) and she just stood there in the doorway watching me. "Make sure you clean up after yourself please" was all she said to me as she backed out of the bathroom and pulled the door shut.

My Uncle John had already left for work, and it was silent in the kitchen when I came down for breakfast. I didn't know what to say. Didn't know if Aunt Dee was going to call John and have him kick me out as a pervert, call my parents and have them come home from vacation early and get me, kick me out, or even call the cops - so I was scared as hell when I went downstairs.

Dee was doing the dishes when I walked into the eat-in-kitchen, but turned around and smiled when I walked in. She was still dressed in her nigh dress and housecoat, but she looked a bit disheveled, like she had just done some aerobics or something. She brought a plate of eggs and sausages to the table, along with some toast and home made jam. This was breakfast in their home and I enjoyed it as a great change from a bowl of Wheaties. I didn't know what to say, didn't know if I should bring up what had happened so I just sat and ate.

Dee stood there for a bit and watched me eat, then reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine - "what you were doing this morning is perfectly normal. There's nothing wrong with it," she said. "Your Uncle John used to do it often when we were dating, before I gave into him. Then he taught me how to help him." WTF? Was she telling me about John teaching her how to jack him off? "After we were married, of course, we started having real sex and it was so much better for both of us." I just sat there, staring at my plate and wishing I could stuff the rest of the meal in my mouth and excuse myself from the table.

Dee stood at that point, shrugged her shoulders a bit and her housecoat and evening dress fell to the floor, leaving her naked except for a garter belt and stockings. I know she was old and soft, but she was the first woman I ever saw naked in the flesh and my cock was instantly hard again. "You know, I could probably teach you a thing or two as well..." she said as she pulled me to my feet and down the hall towards her room.

We kissed a bit at first, then she sat back on the bed and spread here legs. Dee urged me to get a close look at her sex, to get right down there and breath in her scent. I explored the mysteries of her womanhood, and she taught me how to use my fingers, tongue, and a small vibrator she had to help her reach orgasm. After she had peaked we switched places and she showed me how good a blowjob could feel, and eventually how good sex was when compared to masturbation.

Dee and I made love almost every day that summer, any time John would be gone for more than 20-minutes (and more than once when he was just out in the workshop puttering around). Dee passed away in 2002 and John in 2005. However, I still use everything she taught me with the women I date.

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