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Talk about a Lawn Service

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by Ken I am writing to share an experience I had the summer I turned 16 that I still have fond memories of after all these years. I used to earn spending money cutting the lawn and doing other chores to help my Aunt Jane, who had become a young widow when my uncle, a policeman, was killed in the line of duty a few years before. After finishing her lawn one sweltering August day, I needed a shower before meeting some friends for pizza later. I had worked up a sweat, and was enjoying the cold spray when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. �Would you like a cold drink?� �Sure�, I said, assuming she meant after I came out. Instead, Aunt Jane walked in, opened the shower door slightly, and handed me an iced tea. Without speaking, she sat down in a small chair she kept in front of a vanity table in the bathroom. I was a little embarrassed, especially since she had an all glass shower door, but I tried not to make too big a deal out of it. After all, she was family. I tried to concentrate on my shower and tried hard to think of her as my aunt, not as a very attractive older woman, which she definitely was. Aunt Jane was one of those lucky people blessed with good genes. She was in her late forties at the time, but with her still trim figure and smooth skin, she could have passed for early thirties. A couple of times I had seen guys still in their twenties try to hit on her.I had even fantasized about her myself, as teenage boys tend to do. As I turned off the shower and began to towel off, she started making small talk, asking me about school and my friends. Pretty soon my self control stopped working, and my cock sprang to life. Instinctively I reached down to cover it up, but Aunt Jane just laughed and told me not to be embarrassed, it was perfectly natural.�Besides, you are pleasant to look at. You have grown into a handsome young man. You must do well with the girls.� I told her I was kinda seeing someone, but that it wasn�t serious. It hadn�t gone beyond petting. She asked me if my friend helped me get �relaxed�. I told her we usually stopped before we got to that point. She asked me if I liked touching myself, and I admitted I did. She then told me to go ahead. Knowing she was sitting there watching got me even more excited. I wet my right hand, lathered it with soap, and leaned back against the back wall of the shower for support. I began to stroke my now throbbing member, tentatively at first, still not quite sure of the situation.. Once I got started though, there was no turning back. As my hand started moving up and down, faster and faster, I became oblivious to my surroundings, lost in the sensations that were building up inside me. Then I became aware of soft moaning sounds coming from the other side of the room. Aunt Jane had sunk down lower in the chair, feet spread apart on the floor. She had one hand inside the waistband of her drawstring shorts, rubbing away. Her tank top was now up around her neck, and her other hand was massaging first one breast and then the other, making circles around and then gently pinching each nipple in turn. Her eyes were half shut, and she was licking her lips as she continued rubbing. Seeing this, I slowed my own pace a little and tried to match her rhythm, we kept this up for several minutes, watching each other and matching stroke for stroke. I could hear her breathing faster and faster. Meanwhile, the head of my cock started to moisten with pre cum. Just as I felt I couldn�t hold out a minute longer, I heard my aunt cry out, �I�m cumming�. Seconds later, I was shooting a stream of hot juices, which landed conveniently on the shower floor. When I had finished I saw Aunt Jane smiling at me. �Sometimes I miss having a man around.� She stepped over to the shower, turned the water back on, and helped me wash off. When I was done, she even knelt down and gave the head of my now sore dick a little kiss. We never really discussed what happened that day. I guess we were both treating it as �our little secret�. There were times when we would exchange a wink or knowing smile, like two kids hiding something from their parents.