0 comments/ 154638 views/ 19 favorites My Summer with Auntie Ch. 01 By: mistertucson I was raised in a very repressed, religious household, and therefore by the age of eighteen, I was still sexually inexperienced and quite shy. When I was young, I didn't go to summer camp with the other boys. Instead, my parents would send me to stay with my Auntie for my summer vacation. This continued all the way through high school. There were no other children in her neighborhood, so I spent most of my vacation reading, swimming in the pool, or exploring the woods behind Auntie's estate. Overall, my summers were fairly boring. Boring, that is, until the first year that my voice started changing. That was the year that I outgrew my shoes and clothes so quickly. That was the first year that I started to notice things about my Auntie, and she began to notice things about me. First, I should tell you that going to Auntie's house was like going back in time. No, not WAY back, like at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Mom used to say that Auntie's house hadn't changed at all since Uncle Fred died in a car accident back in the early 1960's. And Auntie hadn't changed much, either. She still wore the same fashions and hairstyles from the 50's and early 60's. She had several huge walk-in closets filled with vintage outfits that still looked brand-new. Uncle Fred was very wealthy, so there has always been a maid to come in and keep the house immaculate. I guess that Auntie must have gained a little weight since the old days, because most of her clothes were just a little too tight on her. Most of her dresses were fairly conservative, like what a teacher might wear, but the extra-tight fit accentuated all her curves. Push-up bras helped to create cleavage visible even with a high neckline. The way that she would overflow out of her vintage swimwear was practically obscene. But no one would think that Auntie was trying to dress provocatively, because they knew that when her outfits were originally purchased, they fit properly and were quite modest. As I mentioned, I noticed none of this until the first summer that I began to grow facial hair, and nothing really happened until the summer that I turned eighteen. Maybe it was because I was legally "of age". Or perhaps it was because Auntie knew I was going away to college in the fall, and this was to be our last summer together. My last summer with Auntie started off normally, but as we stood in the driveway, waving goodbye to my parents, I noticed the subtle changes more than ever. As we walked in to the house, Auntie remarked again at how much I'd grown. But this time she didn't say it the way Grandma and Grandpa did. This time I noticed her voice was huskier. When she looked at me I noticed she involuntarily licked and bit her lips. As I walked up the driveway in front of her, I could feel her eyes on my body. Then, as she led the way up the stairs to the spare room, it was my turn to examine her physique. My eyes took in all her curves in a way I never had before. From three stairs below her, I felt as if I were lost in a sea of Auntie's large, firm ass, and shapely, nylon-clad legs. How could I have not appreciated this before? As we reached the top of the stairs, Auntie threw a quick glance over her shoulder. Did she catch me staring? My face blushed red and hot, as it would many times in the weeks to come. As I mentioned, I was still painfully shy. We walked into my guest bedroom, next to Auntie's huge master bedroom. I had stayed in this room every summer since I was a kid. I noted that my room was one of the smallest rooms in the house. It had actually been Uncle Fred's study back before he died. I wondered why I couldn't use one of the larger bedrooms, but said nothing. I put my suitcase on the bed. I heard Auntie say something about doing laundry, then without asking my permission, she opened my suitcase and dumped the carefully folded contents on the bed in a heap. Then she proceeded to hastily "sort" through the pile, mumbling negative comments as she went. "These can't possibly fit you", "These are clothes for a boy", "I can't possibly let you dress like this around HERE." One by one, each item landed in a laundry basket at her feet. When literally all my clothes were in the basket, she turned to leave for the basement laundry room. Just before she left the room, she turned around and faced me. "Oh, I almost forgot. Let me wash the clothes you're wearing." "What?" I said, stunned. "You heard me, Take off your clothes and give them to me so I can put them in the laundry." "NOW!" She shot a stern look at me, and I knew she was not playing games. She supervised my clumsy undressing, pretending to be impatient as I fumbled with my clothes. When I had finally removed everything but my underpants, I looked up at Auntie in utter embarrassment. "Oh, I forgot, you're so modest" she said. "If you're ashamed to let Auntie see your body, I'll turn around. When you're finished, just put on my kimono robe that is hanging on the door." She gestured to the kimono, then turned around impatiently, while I removed my briefs. I noticed that she had turned away from me, but was now facing a huge mirror on the wall, and was shamelessly staring at the reflection of my body. I wanted to protest, but I knew Auntie had a short temper, so I said nothing. I stripped as instructed and handed my underwear to Auntie. I had never felt so naked in my life. Then, to my horror, the cool air on my bare genitals caused my penis to stir. I was afraid that Auntie would notice. Just as I reached for the kimono, Auntie said "Wait! Before you wear my clothing, you need to take a bath." My face flushed red as my penis continued to rise. Auntie was looking straight at it but pretended to see nothing. "And if you're going to wear my clothes, I'm going to have to insist you shave off all your body hair. I can't allow you to damage my fine fabrics. You'll find my body razor in the bathroom." As she turned to descend the stairs, I thought I saw her wiping her nose with a handkerchief. Or she may have been sniffing my underwear. I didn't know it, but as I ran my bath water, Auntie wasn't putting my clothes in the washing machine. She was throwing them into the garbage. The hot bath should have been relaxing, but it wasn't. Auntie was behaving so strangely, and there was nothing I could do but go along with it. I knew I had to comply with Auntie's wishes, or my summer would be ruined. I picked up her razor and dutifully shaved away every trace of my body hair. Doing so filled me with a strange mixture of shame and excitement. I wasn't even sure what was turning me on, but my penis remained hard. This also made it easier to get a smooth shave. I was afraid of what my classmates would think if they saw me in the shower room without body hair. Strangely, the thought of being stared at, naked, with no way to cover myself made my cock grow harder. I put the thought out of my mind, and reassured myself that my hair would grow back long before my vacation was over. When I was finished, I toweled off with one of Auntie's huge fluffy towels. I surveyed my surroundings. This was Auntie's private upstairs bathroom. Everything was totally feminine and sensual, from the towels, to the soaps, to the dozens of different lotions and creams. The overall effect was strangely and undeniably arousing. I was just about to leave the room when I was startled by Auntie's voice through the door. "Don't forget when you're done shaving to put on plenty of my special lotion. Be sure to use the bottle on the right-hand side of the sink." Once again, I did as I was told, picking up the unmarked bottle, which was right where she said it would be. I squirted a small amount into my palm. The fragrance was feminine, exotic, and somehow intoxicating. I applied some to my chest and felt a cool tingling sensation. It felt wonderful. I realized that I hadn't seen what I looked like yet, completely shaven. The bathroom walls and ceiling were covered in mirrors, "Hollywood style". I took a washcloth and wiped away a six-foot section of steam from the mirror. I was shocked by what I saw. I barely recognized the person in the mirror. My body was completely smooth and shining, almost gleaming. In a strange way, I liked what I saw. I watched myself apply more of Auntie's lotion to my chest. The tingling sensation increased. The heady fragrance of the lotion filled the small room. I felt light-headed. I had to see more of what Auntie had made me do. I wiped away the steam from two more mirrored walls, allowing me to see myself from several angles. Observing myself from odd angles added to my odd lack of recognition. The man in the mirror appeared slightly feminized by his glistening hairlessness. But in another way he appeared more masculine and sexual. It reminded me of other men who shaved their bodies: athletes, body builders, athletes, and porn actors, too. The lack of pubic hair made the penis appear longer. I watched as the man in the mirror applied the lotion to his body, moving lower and lower down his torso. I watched from several angles as the man's penis grew erect. I watched the man's entire body grow flushed as he explored its slick smoothness with both hands. I watched him groan as he stroked his erect penis and fondled his smooth balls. Looking up at the mirrored ceiling, I could watch from above as he threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning. I heard him mumble "Auntie says use plenty of lotion." I could watch from behind, as he inserted a finger into his anus. He had never done this before. I heard him groan loudly, forgetting that his Auntie could probably hear him. I observed him insert a second, and third finger into his anus while tugging at his penis. I gasped when he added a fourth finger smeared with Auntie's special lotion. I was shocked by the way he pistoned his hand in and out of his rectum. Hypnotized, I watched like a voyeur as the tempo and intensity of the display increased. Finally I watched, as if directly in front of him, as he ejaculated, spraying thick ropes of semen all over the mirrored wall. Oddly, I heard what sounded like far off echoes of my moans. Or it may have been someone else moaning from the next room. My legs were wobbly and I could barely stand. But I knew I had to clean up and pull myself together. Without thinking, I grabbed something from the dirty laundry hamper to wipe all the sperm off the bathroom mirrored wall. I realized the semen-soaked cloth in my hand was actually a pair of Auntie's panties. I was going to be in big trouble if she noticed the stains. Well, I'd have to worry about that later. I threw them back in the hamper. Now I needed to get the excess lotion off me, and fast, because Auntie was yelling for me to come downstairs for dinner. How long had I been in my autoerotic delirium? I grabbed one of Auntie's huge, soft bath towels, and began to wipe the excess lotion off my body. When I reached my inner thighs and genitals, the friction seemed to unintentionally reinvigorate the erotic tingling of the lotion. Before I knew what was happening, my penis was once again filling with blood. How could go downstairs now with only a thin kimono to cover myself? I tried on the kimono to see if my penis would show. Well, yes, even only swinging "at half mast" it was quite obvious. The feeling of the cool, smooth silk on my hot skin only added to the problem, bringing me to full erectness. I was in trouble now. I had to get rid of this hard on, and fast. Auntie was yelling to me from downstairs, and I knew better than to disobey her. I had to get rid of this hard-on. I tried splashing cold water on it. Maybe it was Auntie's strange lotion, but it grew even harder. I decided that the only way to get rid of my hard-on was another orgasm. Without thinking, I went straight for Auntie's hamper full of dirty lingerie. I grabbed a hand full of Auntie's panties, and brought them to my face, inhaling her wonderful scent, mixed with her fine perfumes. My other hand retrieved the slippery, sperm-soaked garment from before, and I used it to jack-off my cock, as if my life depended on it. Within a dozen strokes I was back in ecstasy, and my cock was even harder than before, standing nearly straight up against my body. I stopped my efforts. I realized by the dull ache in my balls, and the angry red color of my penis, that this was not the type of hard-on that could be satisfied with a quick wank. This was the stubborn variety that seemed to have a mind of its own. It wouldn't let me come that quickly. For now, the best I could do was to press the thing against my belly, close the kimono over it, and tie the silk sash over it to hold it in place. I had no other choice. I checked myself in the mirror. It might work. As I made my way toward the kitchen, it seemed as if everything I did was causing erotic sensations. Walking down the stairs made the silk robe slide over the head of my penis like an unseen tongue. The snugly tied sash was jacking my cock up and down like a tiny fist. The cool air rushing up under the kimono caressed my tight, hairless balls. And it was impossible to ignore the feeling of the fine silk moving over my hairless legs and ass. Most erotic of all was knowing that the kimono could fall wide open at any moment without warning. When I reached the kitchen, things got even hotter. Luckily, Auntie's back was turned as I walked into the room. I made it to my chair at the kitchen table without being seen. She had changed into a short kimono, just like mine. As I sat down, the kimono rode up my thighs. I did the best I could to cover my hard-on, but there was simply not enough material to cover my smooth, heavy balls. The table was the only thing blocking Auntie's view. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and excited. Auntie looked at me strangely. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She hadn't quite finished setting the table, and I watched, mesmerized, as she bent over to pick things up, showing me her amazing ass at various angles. It seemed as if she would allow me to get a good long look, then glance back to see if she could catch me staring. I tried to be discreet, but I know she caught me. Other times she would bend forward, exposing her ample cleavage, locking her eyes on mine, daring me to break eye contact to look at her breasts. With great effort, I resisted the temptation to feast my eyes. Eventually she would look away and give me the opportunity to study the deep canyon of cleavage on display. My hard-on stood up even straighter, as if it was trying to reach up all by itself to pump itself between her breasts. What sort of game were we playing? Certainly not a game that a middle-aged Aunt and her young Nephew should play. Or was it all a figment of my hormone soaked imagination? I suddenly felt ashamed of myself to think that my Auntie was deliberately teasing me. What was I thinking? With a very dry mouth, and little appetite, I tried to focus on my dinner. By the end of the meal my head had cleared, and my penis was down to "half-mast". I was relieved to know that I would be able to make it upstairs without exposing my indecent, immoral arousal. I did my best to not watch Auntie's swaying breasts as she cleared away the dinner dishes. I tried not to watch her ass move back and forth as she washed the dishes. And when she turned to speak to me, I forced myself to ignore the fact that she had accidentally splashed soapy water on herself, rendering her light colored kimono virtually transparent. Again Auntie looked me straight in the eye and seemed to dare me to look at her breasts as she spoke. "Well, it's been a long, hot day. I think I'm going to turn in early tonight. You know, the guest bedroom used to be your Uncle Fred's den, and I've never touched a thing, except for putting the bed in there. So if you're not tired, you might find something to read in Fred's bookcase. And there's writing paper in the desk." It felt strange to be "sent to bed" so early in the evening, but I was getting used to feeling strange. Here I was, miles from home, naked, shaven smooth, with no clothes but my Auntie's silk kimono. Worse yet, I had somehow become "possessed" with lust for my own Auntie in a way that I had never felt before. And this was only the first day of my summer vacation. I told myself over and over that these incestuous feelings were wrong. I reasoned that it was just a surge of my youthful hormones, happening in the wrong place at the wrong time. I reasoned that I would wake up tomorrow and everything would be back to normal. But for now, I was still incredibly horny. My penis had been at "half-mast" for hours and was demanding relief. I knew that without a quick jack-off, I'd never be able to sleep. Visions of my Auntie danced in my mind. I recalled her bending, stretching, swaying her hips in such a seductive manner. I had to force these images out of my mind and replace them with a "normal" fantasy. I turned to Uncle Fred's bookcase. Maybe I could find something erotic there to take my mind off my Auntie. At this point, I'd settle for an art book with a few nudes in it. I started to look, but that side of the room was too dark. I was disappointed to realize that the only light in the room came from a small lamp on Uncle Fred's writing desk. I was drawn back over to the desk like a moth to a flame. I sat down, dejected and still very horny. I was absentmindedly looking through the desk drawers when I noticed a large bottom drawer that was locked. I looked through the top drawer for the key and eventually found it in a container of coins and paperclips. Underneath some papers was a bunch of old magazines from the 1950's. I pulled them out and examined them in the dim light of the desk lamp. I had to find some sort of skin magazine to take my mind off of my Auntie. Even the bra section of a department store catalogue would do. I just wanted to jack-off and go to sleep and forget all my immoral thoughts about my Auntie. The magazines on top were about hot rods and guns. Then, underneath them I found what I was looking for. The rest of the stack consisted of "adventure" and "photography" magazines from the fifties. I had heard that these were the only sexy magazines that were commonly available back then. Suddenly I was frightened that Auntie might be able to hear what I was about to do from her bedroom next door. Maybe she could, but I was too horny to stop now. I locked the door to my room and removed my kimono. It felt extremely sexy to be stark naked in a strange house. I turned my attention to the magazines. I found that the old girlie mags had very few sexy pictures in each issue, so I spread out several in the dim light on the desk. I was in heaven, thankful to be distracted from my earlier incestuous thoughts. The chair squeaked rhythmically as I pumped my hard penis in my free hand, and turned pages with the other. One group of pictures caught my eye. Something about that particular girl was extraordinarily sexy. My hand was flying over my cock. Then it hit me. The topless girl on the beach in the 1950's was my Auntie! Now I knew what my Mom meant when I heard her tell my Dad that Auntie had a "bad reputation" when they were younger. I was once again flooded with the shame and the wrongness of the situation. I pulled my hand away from my penis, like it was red-hot. But my penis continued to pulsate and sway out in front of my body. As if my hand had a mind of it's own, it moved back to my penis. I couldn't stop it. My hand resumed stroking and pumping, even faster than before. My hand pulled on my penis as if it was trying to tear it off my body. As if in a trance, I leafed through the magazines and found 2, then 3, then a half dozen more photos of Auntie. When she smiled at the camera, it felt as if she was looking directly at me. I was nearing orgasm as I continued to search the deep drawer. My Summer with Auntie Ch. 01 Then I discovered an envelope of Polaroid pictures of Auntie. These looked to be more recent, perhaps from the Sixties. Aunties hips and breasts were fuller, and her nipples were longer. I was in ecstasy and on the verge of coming when the sound of breaking glass in the room next door jolted me out of my erotic trance. I stopped what I was doing and was completely silent. I heard Auntie in the next room muttering something to herself about spilling her drink. The sounds in the room next door were very clear and easy to hear. I realized that Auntie must be able to easily hear me pleasuring myself. Maybe she even knew what I was looking at. The thought that she knew filled me with fear. In a state of shock I quickly put the stack of magazines back in the drawer and turned out the light. I lay on the bed staring into the darkness. Would I be punished tomorrow? I could hear and feel my heart pounding in my chest. But the images I had seen wouldn't leave my mind. My hard on wouldn't go down, and was pointing up at the ceiling. I fought to push the fantasies of my Auntie out of my mind. I attempted to sleep, but my eyes wouldn't stay shut. My penis urgently demanded attention. I tried to keep my hands away from it. I tried to distract myself by listening to the sounds of my Auntie moving around in her room, just a few feet away. That only made it worse. Images of Auntie in lingerie or pajamas forced their way into my mind. Soon my eyes became accustomed to the darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed that moonlight was streaming into my room. Then I noticed a spot of light on the floor. It didn't look like moonlight. It looked like it was coming from underneath the desk I had been sitting at. I got up to investigate with my hard-on stretching out in front of me, leading the way. I crouched down and followed the light to its source. I couldn't believe what I discovered. The narrow beam of light was shining from a peephole into Aunties room! I got on my hands and knees and crawled under the desk. My mouth was dry in anticipation. I held my breath and put my eye to the hole. My penis jumped. Auntie was sitting at a dressing table with her back to me. She was only wearing her brassiere and panties. She looked beautiful as she brushed her hair in front of a large oval mirror. I feasted my eyes on her ample ass, and tried to see as much of her breasts as I could in the mirror. My hand flew over my rock-hard penis and I struggled to keep my balance. It felt so dirty to be spying on my Auntie. The fact that I was wedged under a desk, on all fours like a dog heightened my shame. Still with her back to me, she unclasped her heavy black nylon bra and threw it into her laundry hamper. I loved her ass, but wished she would turn around so I could see her breasts. As if to tease me even more, Auntie began to rub her breasts with both hands. It must have felt wonderful to her, after wearing the tight bra all day. She threw her head back and moaned. Then she turned a little, which gave me a much better view. Her nipples were fully erect from the massage. I almost came. Just then her eyes seemed to meet mine in the mirror. She bit her lower lip, and stared at me as she tugged on her nipples. I froze. She moaned again before turning away from me. Had she actually been looking at me, or was it just my imagination? I held my breath, wondering what would happen next. I became aware of the sound my heartbeat pounding in my chest. My penis was pulsating at the same rate, begging for orgasm. Then without warning, Auntie reached over and shut off the light. She was going to sleep. My heart sank. The show was over. Or so I thought. I couldn't tear myself away from the peephole, even though there was nothing to see. Just as before, it took a minute for my eyes to become adjusted to the darkness. The room was pitch dark except for pale moonlight. I could make out a few vague shapes in the room. Then I noticed a point of light on the far wall. It must be a peephole that went from Auntie's room into the bathroom. Uncle Fred sure had been a pervert. My eyes searched the darkness for my Auntie, concentrating on the area where her bed should be. I could make out some shapes moving slightly. I heard soft moans. As my eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, the shapes became almost recognizable. I thought I could see the shapes of bare breasts and buttocks, moving slightly. Once again my hand flew over my penis. For a moment I wondered if the dark shapes were just erotic hallucinations. Was I actually only seeing the shapes of Auntie's pillows and blankets? I didn't care. I pumped my penis harder. I was sure that I was watching my Auntie, completely naked, writhing on her bed in ecstasy. She was pleasuring herself only a few feet away from me. Her bedsprings creaked rhythmically. Her pace increased and I matched it exactly. I was nearing the orgasm that I had been waiting hours for. Auntie started coming first. Watching her sweaty body jerk and spasm pushed me over the edge. My semen was spraying everywhere. Auntie was moaning loudly now, nearly screaming. At the height of my orgasm I heard her cry out. It sounded like my name. In shock, I jerked my head up. My head hit the underside of the desk. Fireworks seemed to go off in front of my eyes. The pain mixed deliciously with my pleasure, somehow intensifying my climax. As my orgasm faded, I passed out on the carpet in the sticky mess of my own semen. Throughout that night I was haunted by erotically charged nightmares, which placed me in bizarre, surrealistic sexual situations with my Auntie. I never knew the mind could imagine such things. And my summer vacation had just begun. My Summer with Auntie Ch. 02 Day Two When I awoke in the morning my head was pounding. For several long moments I didn't know where I was. I surveyed my situation. I was laying spread-eagle on the floor, completely naked. My body was shaved clean. I was spotted with dried cum. As is normal for a young man, my morning hard-on was straining up toward the ceiling, waving back and forth slightly. I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen below, and I could smell bacon and coffee. Slowly I began to recall the events from the day before. Did any of it actually happen? I was pretty sure it did. But I still wasn't sure if my Auntie was deliberately trying to sexually arouse me, or if it was all just my hormone-soaked imagination. As I lay there thinking, I noticed that the door to the room was wide open. I was sure I had locked it last night. The shame from yesterday flooded back when I realized that Auntie must have seen me lying there naked, with my morning hard-on standing straight up in the air, throbbing slightly with each heartbeat. How embarrassing! Then, as I looked up at the desk, it occurred to me that peep-holes work both ways. What if Auntie had heard me looking at Uncle Fred's magazines and jacking off? If she looked through the hole, she would have seen me abusing myself only two feet away. My penis would have nearly poked her in the eye. What if she also knew that I was stroking myself while looking at old pictures of HER? I was so ashamed. I was certain that she knew. How could I face her? Obviously, I had no choice. It felt so strange to be naked in someone else's house. I opened my suitcase, then remembered Auntie had confiscated all my clothes. All I had was Auntie's kimono, which was barely long enough to cover my buttocks or penis. It would have to do until I could get my clothes back. I made my way to the kitchen, greeted Auntie sheepishly, and quickly sat down. I expected Auntie to scold me for my self-abuse, but she made no mention of it, and acted perfectly normal. Again I wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing. Again I felt bad to have thought such wicked thoughts about my Auntie, imagining that she was trying to arouse or seduce me. But those thoughts faded as the process began again. As Auntie fixed my breakfast, my eyes again returned to her amazing body. At first glance, her robe was quite modest, almost frumpy. Then I noticed that it was actually semi-sheer. If she stood in front of a window, or the open refrigerator, the light would shine through the material. I could see that she was wearing a half-cup bra that exposed her nipples, and a tiny thong. Again I tried not to stare, but she had so much to stare at. Underneath the table, my penis lengthened. It was just like the night before. Auntie seemed to deliberately expose herself, and then try to catch me staring. When she bent forward in front of me, I knew without even looking that her robe was opening, and her breasts were visible. But I fought the temptation to stare. It seemed that the harder I tried not to peek, the more she would tease me. Our game didn't last long. Soon breakfast was over, and Auntie seemed to become more serious. She ordered me, somewhat sternly, to wash the dishes and then meet her downstairs in the basement laundry room. When I joined her in the basement, Auntie was busy sorting laundry. I was looking forward to changing back into my own clothes, and looked around the room for them. Auntie must have noticed, because she quipped "Sorry, but yesterday the washer malfunctioned and ruined all your clothes." My heart sank. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Auntie continued, "You're becoming a man. Later we'll find you some of your Uncle Fred's clothes to wear. Meanwhile, help me finish loading the washer. First I need to wash that kimono you're wearing. Give it to me." I flushed with embarrassment. "But Auntie, I'm not wearing anything underneath" "Oh yes, I forgot about that, and I forgot how modest you are. Well, I'll give you something else to wear." Auntie then looked at me with a strange and intense gaze as she opened the lid of a laundry hamper in front of her. To my horror, I recognized the hamper as the one from the bathroom upstairs. With her eyes locked on mine, Auntie felt around in the hamper, then handed me a garment and told me to put it on. When I touched it, I could tell without even looking that it was the panties from yesterday, still damp with my cum and that aphrodesiac lotion. "Go ahead, put them on. You can turn around if you're modest." I knew I couldn't argue. I did as I was told, and sheepishly began to slip them on. I felt like a sissy putting on women's panties. I was degraded even more by the fact that they were soaked with my own cum. There was nothing I could say about it. Out of modesty I turned around to put the panties on. I could feel Auntie staring at my nakedness. I felt my back and buttocks flush red under Auntie's gaze. I became acutely aware of my body as I tried to wriggle into the tiny panties. I became aware of how my butt cheeks spread apart when I bent over, allowing Auntie to see my anus. I realized that facing away from Auntie in modesty didn't really hide my "privates" at all. She could easily see my balls and penis from the rear. I became aware that even slight movements would cause my heavy penis and balls to sway back and forth. And I knew that the gentle swaying might stimulate the organ. To my horror, I felt my penis beginning to grow under Auntie's close scrutiny. I continued to work the tiny panties up my thighs. They were thong style, almost nonexistent. My ass was completely exposed, and the material in front only covered half of my penis. If my penis continued to grow, that percentage would decrease. Even now, only barely aroused, it bulged out obscenely. Front or back, I looked totally slutty. Auntie pretended not to notice my discomfort, and smiled slightly as she stared at my nearly naked body. The panties reeked of cum, and the smell soon filled the little laundry room. They also exuded the sweet smell of Auntie's strange aphrodesiac lotion, and there was another scent I didn't recognize. I would later learn it was the musk of an aroused woman. These heady aromas, plus the tightness of the panties caused my penis to swell, right there in the tiny room with nowhere to hide. My penis strained to escape from its flimsy confines. I'm sure Auntie could even see my smooth-shaven balls pressing tightly against the silky material. Auntie made me do her laundry, while she sat on a stool giving orders. She sternly guided me through tasks that involved me bending over or squatting down, while she ogled my nearly naked body. At one point, my hardening penis sprang free of the panties, but I turned away quickly and readjusted myself. Her instructions used few words. Instead she would guide me with her hands on my body, and by pointing at things. We remained in constant eye contact, except when she would stare at my body. Auntie made me work up a sweat and I was breathing hard. It must have been warm in the room, because Auntie was perspiring too. Eventually Auntie stood and helped me finish the laundry. Now it was her turn to bend and squat lewdly. Needless to say, I had to fight the temptation to look at my Auntie. I was sure this was part of the teasing game she seemed to be playing. Finally we finished them laundry. I felt tremendously relieved when Auntie announced that we would now go upstairs to find some of Uncle Fred's clothing for me to wear. Auntie motioned me to walk up the stairs in front of her. Every step made the tiny panties ride up higher and tighter against my genitals. I'm sure that she could see my puckered anus as I climbed the stairs. I felt completely on display, like a slut, and was glad that I would be back into normal men's clothes soon. Auntie directed me to an extra bedroom at the far end of the long hallway. She opened the door of a large walk-in closet, turned on the light, and motioned me to follow her in. It was barely big enough for the two of us. Auntie then closed us in, claiming she needed to use the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The moment the door clicked shut, a feeling of heat and sexual tension filled the tiny room. I had never been this close to my Auntie, and both of us were nearly undressed. I felt horny and claustrophobic at the same time. The smell of dry-cleaning, shoe leather, and Auntie's perfume made me dizzy. My penis strained against the tiny panties and I began to perspire. Meanwhile, Auntie ignored me, calmly surveying the racks of clothes that enclosed us on all four sides from floor to ceiling. It seemed that Auntie hadn't been in this closet in a long time, and she enjoyed rediscovering clothes that she hadn't seen in years. Auntie moved around the tiny room, looking at garment after garment. Every time she moved we would come into contact. I tried to stay out of Auntie's way, but she was unavoidable. If she was facing me and she reached up, her breasts would push into my chest and even my face. If she was facing away from me, her buttocks would rub and bump my stiff penis. Auntie seemed oblivious as my embarrassment lessened and my stimulation grew. On one side of the closet hung Uncle Fred's clothes. On the other were Auntie's. If Auntie was inspecting her side of the closet, an accidental shove of her hips or buttocks would push me deep into Fred's masculine wardrobe: Large, woolen overcoats would roughly scratch across my sensitive nipples; thick leather garments smelled manly and felt cool against my hot skin; cold metal buckles would unexpectedly touch my inner thigh like a dog's nose. A shove by my Auntie to the other side would press me into her side of the closet. Soft furs would caress my smooth hairless body; a dozen feminine fragrances would fill my nostrils; cool silks and satins would slide across my burning skin. I guess I must've gotten caught up in the sensuality of the moment, because without thinking, I pushed down the front of the tiny panties I was wearing, freeing my hot penis. It now jutted straight out and upward at an obscene angle. I was facing away from Auntie, so she couldn't see it. The next time she brushed by me, shoving me forward into her things, I lunged my hips forward, pushing my bare penis deep into her fur coats. It felt wonderful. Her clothes swallowed me up as if they were a living thing. I was lost in an erotic delirium, and everything was moving in slow motion. Auntie positioned herself right behind me, and reached up for a hat on a high shelf. It was just out of her reach, so she lunged upward, over and over again, rubbing her body against me in a masculine humping motion and pushing me harder and deeper into her clothes. Auntie stopped this just before I could come, and before our action became too obvious. She now turned her attention back to my need for something to wear. She pulled an unopened package of men's boxers out of a carton and held them out to me. "Take off those panties and try these underwear on." My shame and shyness made a comeback, but my hard-on persisted. I hid it as best I could, and tried to protest. She consented to turn around while I changed, but once again I caught her observing me the mirror on the door. Then Auntie forced me to "model" the boxers, making me turn around in circles for her. My hard penis was clearly visible. The boxers were several sizes too large, but Auntie wouldn't allow me to hold them up with my hands when I was modeling for her, so it was more like a strip tease for her benefit. I felt humiliated. The underwear would slide down my narrow hips until the only thing holding them up was my erection, sticking out like a peg on a wall. My fear and embarrassment began to become tinged with excitement. The air in the tiny closet grew even hotter. Auntie grew bolder. "Maybe I can hem the waist" she said, as she circled my waist with both of her hands. Her breasts were now just inches from my face. "I'll need to take some material out of this area here", she said as she ran her hands over the crotch area of the underwear. For a moment her hands were on my genitals. It could have been an accident, but as she raised her eyes to meet mine, one hand gently cupped my balls, and her other hand gave my shaft a little tug and a squeeze. In my hyper-stimulated state, that was nearly enough to bring me off, and she must've known it because she turned away and resumed looking through clothes. "Oh my, I just have to try on this Teddy" said Auntie. "No peeking while I change". Without waiting for my reply, she turned to face away from me and removed her robe, lewdly exposing her near-naked body. She donned the sheer teddy and spoke to me over her shoulder. "It's too short, isn't it? You can see my butt, can't you? Does my butt show?" To make her point, she bent forward causing the teddy to ride way up over her beautiful ass. Yes, I could see her ass. Not only that, I had a clear view of her plump, shaven pussy. She had removed her undergarments. Without warning she accidentally (?) shoved her ass back up against me. There was nowhere for me to go to avoid her. My cock was sticking up at an angle and slid right between her ass cheeks. Even without looking, her aim was perfect. If not for my boxers, my cock would have slid right up her pussy. Auntie said "Oops", when she felt the contact, but didn't move away immediately. She moved her ass up and down my shaft for just a moment longer than necessary. The feeling was fantastic. Again I nearly came. Now Auntie turned to face me, and continued modeling the teddy. "I love this material, don't you?" Like before, I remained silent, too aroused and confused to speak. She continued, in a more stern voice "This material is so smooth... FEEL IT". As she commanded me to feel the material, she thrust out her breasts. There was really no way for me to feel the material without touching her boobs. I tried reaching high up near the neckline, but she raised herself up, causing my palm to land over her nipple. I felt the nub harden and push into my palm. "Run your hands over the material and feel how soft it is". I was afraid of where this was leading, but my horniness made me brave. I did as I was instructed. Auntie sighed and shuddered. I watched her nipples grow long and hard in response to my rubbing. Once again she turned away before her game became too obvious. She removed the teddy and put her robe back on. Auntie glanced down at me struggling to hold up Uncle Fred's large boxer shorts and hide my hard-on. "Well young man, it's obvious that Uncle Fred's underwear are much too big for you. "I guess you'll have to wear MY clothes again until we can go to the mall." My heart sank. How embarrassing. I might have to dress in my Auntie's clothes for days. But I had to admit that feeling all the feminine fabrics rubbing against my body had felt wonderful and sexy. I guess I could go along with it. Besides, I really had no choice. Once again she ordered me to strip. This time when I protested, she simply replied "nonsense", in a stern tone. My face blushed red as I complied with her demand. Kneeling down in front of me, she helped me put on a pair of seamed silk stockings. My aching hard-on was jutting out in front of me, and it was difficult to keep it from bumping against my Auntie's soft flesh as she worked. Now Auntie was putting a garter belt on me, and her movements pulled me even closer to her. She moved her head down, and the hot shaft of my penis brushed past Auntie's ear, and was caressed by her long, silky hair. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I bit my lip so it wouldn't happen again. She moved her head again, and this time the swollen head of my penis brushed her smooth cheek, missing her parted lips by less than an inch. It left a thin, shiny line of pre-come on her cheek. She pretended not to notice, busying herself with attaching the clips to the tops of my stockings. I noticed as she absentmindedly wiped away my semen. Then, as an afterthought, she raised her hand to her lips, and licked the sticky liquid off her finger. God, I was so close to coming, I could hardly stand it any more. My penis was swaying only inches from her lips, ready to burst, yet she looked right past it. Finally she attached the last garter clip and admired her work. She began to run her hands up and down my legs "to smooth out any wrinkles". The feeling of her hands on the silk was fantastic. I had never felt anything like it in my life. Auntie ordered me to look at myself in the mirror. For a moment I didn't recognize myself, dressed in lingerie. The image was incredibly sexy, with Auntie kneeling directly in front of me, caressing my smooth, stocking-clad legs. She ran her hands up and down my legs, a little higher each time. It was as if she were jacking off a giant cock with both hands. Her robe had worked its way open, and I openly stared at her breasts in the mirror. Now I watched as her hands moved up my thighs to my naked ass. She brazenly groped my buttocks. This caused me to lose my balance and lean forward into her. As if in a dream, I watched in the mirror as my hard-on slid in between Auntie's magnificent breasts and became trapped in her cleavage. The canyon was slick with perspiration. My buttocks tightened in Aunties hands, and I instinctively thrust my hips forward. Auntie tried to help me regain my balance by pulling me into her firmly. Then she repeated this motion, which caused an unintended humping motion. There seemed to be nothing I could do to stop it, and I was beyond trying. Being so close to coming, I couldn't take much of this. After a few long strokes, I began to come. Big spurts of semen shot onto my Auntie's breasts, neck, and face. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My knees were weak. "Oh my" she said. "Look what you did, you dirty little man. Well, these things happen. You'd better clean things up." She handed me the panties I had been wearing earlier, which were already soaked with my cum from before. She expected me to wipe my semen off her body. I was terrified and excited at the same time. She could tell that I wasn't sure how to proceed. She switched from kneeling to squatting, then said "I suggest you start at the top and work your way down". I did as ordered and began to wipe the gobs of semen off of her face. When I wiped across her lips, Auntie pushed out her tongue and tasted the semen on the wet cloth. I finished cleaning her face and neck, but by the time I had reached her breasts, the tiny piece of fabric could absorb no more, and I was just smearing it around, like some sort of obscene lotion. Auntie didn't seem to care, in fact she moaned as I rubbed the warm, sticky come on her nipples. Most of my semen had run into her cleavage, and then dripped down her belly. A couple of drops made it all the way down to her crotch. As I worked my way downward, we both knew where this was headed. Auntie's breathing got heavier and heavier. I was incredibly turned-on but apprehensive at the same time. I could think of no way out of it. I kept working downward, being extra thorough to stall for time. This only seemed to arouse Auntie more. By the time I reached her pussy, she was openly moaning. I claimed to be finished, but she grabbed my arm, spread her legs even wider, and commanded me to "keep going" in a low, husky voice. I did as I was told, and rubbed my semen all around her smooth shaven pussy. She was wet and slick with my come plus her own hot juices. I found it was impossible to rub her pussy without my fingers accidentally slipping inside her. She grabbed my arm and guided my hand exactly where she wanted it. She was holding on to me so tightly that her painted nails dug into my flesh. Her face was contorted. Then her eyes opened and bored straight into mine. Moments later they seemed to lose focus as her body suddenly stiffened. She began shuddering in what I now know was a colossal orgasm. My Summer with Auntie Ch. 02 I couldn't believe what had just happened. I staggered backward out of the closet and ran back to my room. I was filled with shame about having lost control of myself in the closet. Sure, it had felt tremendous, but at the same time I knew it was wrong. It was nearly incest. I continued to wonder if my hormone-charged mind was making a series of innocent and accidental events seem sexual and perverted. Auntie was still acting as if nothing was happening. Amazingly, we ate lunch together as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. By dinner I was nearly convinced that I had only imagined the events in the closet. My Summer with Auntie Ch. 03 The shame of what I had done made my modesty return, even worse than before. I couldn't take the humiliation of having to wear Auntie's skimpy undergarments. I pleaded with Auntie to let me wear Uncle Frank's clothes instead. Surprisingly, Auntie relented and supplied me with tailored slacks and a starched dress shirt. They were huge. The pants could be held up with a belt, but there was no way to hold up Frank's large boxers, so I couldn't wear them. Going without underwear felt strangely erotic and slightly taboo, just like everything else that had happened so far. I finished dressing, and looked in the mirror. Uncle Frank's oversized clothes made me look and feel tiny, like a child. I rolled up the sleeves and cuffs like a girl wearing her boyfriend's clothes. I ended up feeling nearly as feminized as when I was wearing my Auntie's clothes. Auntie must have known this would happen. That evening, I resolved to go to sleep without abusing myself. This meant staying away from the peephole into Auntie's room. And I couldn't let myself touch the stack of men's magazines in Uncle Frank's bottom drawer. I convinced myself that my vacation had gotten off to a strange start, but I could get things back to normal for the rest of the summer. No more perverted thoughts about my Auntie. I woke up refreshed and determined to make a new start. The day started out well. That afternoon, Auntie wanted me to do yard work for her. We went outside, but she wouldn't allow me to do "dirty work" in my late Uncle Frank's fine clothes. Initially she wanted me change back into her clothes, but I begged her to find me something of Uncle Frank's. After all, we were outdoors, and someone might see me. "Alright, alright, if you insist. I'll find you something of Frank's that you can work in. Give me what you're wearing." Again she was ordering me to strip in front of her, and this time we were outdoors. "But Auntie!" I protested. "Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting how modest you are. Just step into this tool shed and hand the clothes out to me. I'll be right back." I could tell Auntie was losing her patience, so I went into the little shed. A noisy spring pulled the door shut behind me, plunging the shed into total darkness. Clumsily, I took off Uncle Frank's clothes and then handed them out to Auntie. The door closed again, and I heard her walk away toward the house. There I was, stark naked inside the tiny tool shed. The air was musty and very hot. Before long, I was covered in sweat and light-headed. I don't know why, but for some reason it was arousing to be left alone naked in this small, hot, confined space. In the silent darkness my hands moved over my sweaty body. They quickly found my sensitive nipples and stiffening penis. But moments later I was jolted back to reality by the sound of Auntie's footsteps clicking down the walkway back to the shed. The door opened suddenly and I was blinded by sunlight. A blast of fresh air shocked my wet body. Auntie shoved a single piece of clothing at me. "Put this on and get out here" Auntie had given me one of Uncle Frank's old undershirts to work in. It was huge and hung low, but not low enough to cover my ass or genitals if I moved around a lot. I felt exposed. Auntie supervised my work from a lawn chair in the shade. She gave me terse instructions, while sipping an iced tea that smelled strongly of alcohol. Unlike yesterday, Auntie wore a plain house-dress which showed very little of her ample body. It seemed as if the teasing game was over. This was good, because I would not have been able to hide the slightest arousal under the thin T-shirt. Auntie worked me hard, and before long I was dirty, sweaty, and exhausted. Many of the tasks that Auntie ordered me to do involved bending over from the waist, which completely exposed my ass, and sometimes even my anus. I could feel Auntie's eyes boring into me from behind her dark sunglasses. Any time Auntie ordered me to reach overhead, the T-shirt would rise up to my waist, exposing my heavy swinging penis. I was really too hot and tired to care any more. Besides, what could I do? Finally Auntie announced that I had done enough yard work. She added that I was filthy and it was time for my bath. I was relieved to be done, but felt like I was being treated like a child. I was beyond defiance, and complied with her wishes. Instinctively, I knew it was useless to argue. Auntie knew best. As I climbed the stairs to the bathroom, Auntie sternly reminded me to shave my entire body every time I bathed. I was halfway through my bath when Auntie knocked on the door. Before I could respond, she barged into the bathroom with an armload of clean towels. I raced to cover my nakedness. She seemed to ignore me as she hung fresh towels on all the racks. I noticed she had changed into a large, fluffy terrycloth bathrobe. "Have you shaved yourself?" "Yes, Auntie" I stammered. "Well let's get you finished in here so I can take my bath. Here, let me wash your back for you". I wanted to say no, but my mouth would make no sound. I quickly repositioned myself to hide the lower half of my body under the thick soap suds. Auntie began washing my back in earnest. She was a strong woman and her washing motions pushed my entire body forward rhythmically. Before long she was rocking me back and forth so far that my ass was rising completely out of the water. That was not what I wanted to happen. It got worse. "I'm going to need to inspect your shaving job if you're going to wear my fine underthings". I became mortified because of my extreme modesty, and my fear of reawakening the taboo. I protested meekly, and to my surprise, Auntie sympathized with me. She offered to wear the sash of her bathrobe as a blindfold, so she couldn't see my naked body. I agreed and was greatly relieved, not knowing that this would create a far more sexual situation. Auntie returned to my back. She washed my back and massaged the muscles at the same time. Since she was blindfolded, she was not sure exactly where to wash. Before long, her hands roamed down my back, and she accidentally groped my ass. She mistakenly referred to my ass as my "lower back" as she kneaded my buttocks in her strong hands. I wondered if I should tell her how far off course she was. I decided to remain silent. I was afraid that if I said something, she might have to remove her blindfold. My modesty was worsened by the fact that my penis has begun to grow. "As long as I'm blindfolded, there's no reason why you can't stand up in the tub and let me wash the rest of you. Besides, I have to make sure you shaved yourself completely." I hadn't realized that my modesty would lead to this. I was trapped. There was nothing I could do. I stood up as instructed. Even though Auntie was blindfolded, I turned my body facing away from her out of decency. I noticed that without the sash, her robe was opening wider and wider. It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of the situation and stare at my Auntie's breasts. So there I was, standing completely motionless, inches from my Auntie, trying not to think sexual thoughts. Since she was blindfolded, Auntie had to use her hands to determine if I'd shaved myself properly. First she explored up and down my legs. Her touch was fantastic. I fought to remain in control of my arousal, but it was a losing battle. As her hands reached my upper thighs, my penis rose up as if it had a mind of its own. I was losing control. I tried not to look at my Auntie, but the bathroom was covered in mirrors. Even facing away from her, there was always some angle of mirror showing my Auntie's exposed breasts, swaying gently back and forth as she moved. I tried not to look, and shut my eyes, but it was too late. The image was already burned into my mind. Everything I tried to do backfired. Closing my eyes only heightened the sensitivity of my skin. Auntie's hands were roaming all over my body now. She claimed to be looking for razor stubble. By now my penis was standing straight out, rock hard. Auntie's hands hadn't found it yet, but they would run into it soon. Waiting for her hands to discover my erection increased my arousal. First her hands found my balls. She cupped and squeezed them gently as if she wasn't sure what they were. I almost came right on the spot. Her fingers grazed the base of my erection, and she suddenly realized how aroused I had become. She stopped moving. Was it over? Was I in trouble? For several long moments the bathroom was totally silent. Then I was relieved to discover that Auntie had only paused to find her bottle of exotic liquid soap. "You're a very dirty boy. You need a thorough washing". I tried to say the word "no", but my mouth said "yes" in a husky whisper. There I was, standing in the tub with my back to my blindfolded Auntie. She was kneeling or squatting behind me. She began reaching around with both hands to wash the front of my body. I could feel her breasts bumping the backs of my legs as she washed my belly. Her nipples were hard. Her face was so close to my body that I could feel her hot breath on my back. Finally, accidentally, Auntie's hand landed on my erect penis. She gasped in surprise, and a low moan slipped past my lips. Her hand explored its length, again acting as if she was unsure what she was holding. Her soft caressing motions were driving me out of my mind. She formed an "O" with her thumb and finger, and began to draw it up and down my shaft in a slow jacking motion. This was a very thorough washing. My hips instinctively started to move back and forth. Her other hand was washing between my buttocks, and one of her fingers paused on my anus. I drew in a breath and instinctively leaned forward a little. "You filthy little boy. You need to be washed EVERYWHERE, don't you?" My body had given itself over to the taboo pleasure, but part of my mind was still trying to rationalize. I thought to myself "Auntie is simply helping me wash myself, just like she did when I was a little boy. I've accidentally become aroused, and it's not her fault. She's blindfolded and can't see what she's doing". Part of my mind still wanted to stop what was happening, but my body wouldn't let me. The pleasure of Auntie's groping and stroking forced all thoughts from my mind. All thoughts except pure lust mixed with shame. Roughly, she spun me around to face her. My penis swung like a compass needle directly in front of her face. She resumed her "washing". I threw my head back in ecstasy, grabbing a towel bar so I wouldn't lose my balance. When my eyes refocused, I noticed I could still see what was happening in the mirrored ceiling above me. I watched Auntie's jacking motion pick up speed, and saw as each stroke tugged me closer to her. The fingertip that had accidentally grazed my anus became two fingers buried past the knuckle. They moved in and out in tempo with her jacking. I could see and feel as two fingers became three, then four, pumping in and out in a rude fucking motion. Every one of Auntie's strokes was pulling my cock a little closer to her face. I struggled to keep my balance. I was shocked when an extra strong jerk finally caused my swollen cockhead to bump Auntie's cheek. The head of my penis was leaking pre-cum, and it left a silvery streak . The next strong tug actually bumped my cock into her full lips. Amazed, I watched her tongue flick out and lick my pre-come from her lips. At this point I realized that if I were to simply relax my body, Auntie's strong tugging (I mean, washing) would accidentally pull my cock between her lips, and maybe into her mouth. But I knew that would be wrong. Even through my lust, I felt too much guilt and shame to take advantage of my blindfolded Auntie. I looked down, taking in the full beauty of my Auntie. She couldn't see that her robe had fallen open, and her large breasts were completely exposed. They swayed heavily from side to side, slick with perspiration. The sight of Auntie's nakedness made my penis nearly explode. She must have sensed that I was about to come, and paused for a moment. When she resumed "washing" and pumping my penis, she was only using one hand. In a low, husky voice, Auntie stated that she was "washing" herself too, "where she needs it most". I took over the "washing" of my balls and anus. I washed myself vigorously so my Auntie would be proud of me. She continued expertly manipulating my stiff penis. I was growing dangerously close to orgasm. Auntie's soapy free hand immediately went to work between her own legs. It was hard for me to see what she was doing down there, but it seemed as if her "washing" quickly degenerated into blatant masturbation. Auntie's bathrobe finally worked itself completely off, and slid to the floor. She was now totally naked except for her blindfold. I was shocked by what was revealed. Auntie had worked almost her entire hand into her slick, dripping pussy. I became aware that she was fucking herself in the same rhythm that she was using on my penis. This seemed to connect the two acts together. I became mesmerized by this. In my mind it was actually my penis, not her hand, plunging in and out of her hungry pussy. Though both of Auntie's hands were full, she discovered that if she raised herself up a little, she could use my penis to rub and flick her long, erect nipples. Her nipples soon demanded more attention than my cockhead could provide. She demonstrated for me how she liked them roughly tweaked and tugged, then I eagerly took over the job. After awhile, Auntie shifted her position and reached around to her backside. In the mirror I could see she was now penetrating her anus as aggressively as she had assaulted her pussy. She was completely lost in pleasure behind her makeshift blindfold. She punctuated the violation of her asshole with sharp spanks to her buttocks. Bending forward, she used my stiff penis to noisily slap her face until her cheeks were a bright pink that matched her ass. This combination of self-abuse seemed to push her over the edge, and I watched her body stiffen as her orgasm began. Her face contorted and her mouth formed an "O", just inches from my penis. Her hand around my penis tightened into a death-grip as all her muscles began to spasm uncontrollably. Auntie's intense climax triggered my own. We convulsed together as if we had both touched the same live wire. One after another, thick ropes of my semen shot out onto Auntie's face and breasts, dripping down to her sensuous, round belly. My knees weakened. Auntie's tugging action pulled me forward on my wobbly legs. Just as I predicted, my spurting cockhead unintentionally slipped directly into her open mouth. There was no way to prevent it. A look of surprise swept over Auntie's blindfolded face. Surprise turned into a smile, then suction, as I continued to ejaculate. Within moments, Auntie had sucked my entire cock down her throat, and my smooth balls were resting on her chin. I couldn't believe what was happening. I braced myself against the wall to keep from falling. She continued sucking until every drop of semen was drained, then finally allowed my penis to back out of her mouth. I had never felt anything so incredible in my life. Auntie was still riding the waves of her own orgasm, running both hands up and down her body. She caressed her pussy and her breasts, massaging my cum and her juices into her skin. I noticed she was no longer tugging so roughly on her swollen nipples and clitoris. I could see they had become hypersensitive and even the slightest touch was sending shudders and spasms of orgasm shooting throughout her body. I recovered before she did. As my orgasm faded, my modesty returned. Reality began to sink in. I knew this time we had gone too far. Auntie spoke first. "Hurry up and put something on so I can take this sash off my eyes." I finished rinsing off and slipped on one of Auntie's kimonos. Auntie retrieved her bathrobe from the floor and put it on. "It's alright Auntie, you can look now." As Auntie removed the sash from her eyes, all the eroticism in the room seemed to vanish. "Young man, you'd better get out of here so I can finish my bath and make dinner." I couldn't believe that everything was supposedly back to normal. I had to say something. It was now or never. "Auntie... isn't what we just did wrong?" She looked at me with a half smile. "Don't be silly. Just because your family is uptight about sexuality, doesn't mean that I have to be. I suppose they told you that masturbation is a sin, too." I didn't know what to say, and just looked at the floor, embarrassed. Auntie continued. "You really needn't be so ashamed of your body. It's perfectly normal for a young man like you to have certain urges..." Auntie paused and found my eyes with hers. "... and older women have urges too." I swallowed hard, and spoke again. "But Auntie, what we did was different. It was ince-" Auntie's demeanor changed in an instant. Before the word "incest" was fully formed, she slapped me hard across the face. I was stunned. My cheek burned, and my ear rang. Tears began to form, but I fought them back. Auntie's eyes bored into mine as she scolded me. "For your information, young man, it's not incest unless it's INTENTIONAL. What happened here today was an accident, so it wasn't incest. It wasn't wrong, and neither of us should feel guilty about it. I won't hear any more about it." And then, just as quickly, her mood returned to normal. My cheek was bright red, and the burning was radiating out and warming my entire face. The stinging even ran down my neck. "Auntie is sorry she had to slap you. Are you alright?" I nodded my head. I was unconvinced by her explanation, but glad she was no longer angry. She touched my red skin as she spoke. "Give Auntie a hug, and then go downstairs while I rinse off." I hugged Auntie as instructed. As I did so, the burning in my cheek seemed to leap downward through my nipples, and into my groin. My penis felt hot and became firm enough to bump against Auntie's body. I hoped she couldn't feel it, but I knew she could. I couldn't hide anything from my Auntie. I pulled myself away and left the room. What was happening to me? end of chapter three