I get to scope out attractive aunt while we’re sitting by our pool, and she walks in on me later while I’m jacking off to the memory in my bedroom; she was totally cool with it!
In the summer when I’d just turned 16, I had to return home early from our family summer vacation place as try-outs for the upcoming football season were starting. An aunt had been watching our Vancouver-area house as her husband was on an extended business trip and she welcomed the change from their smallish apartment. The aunt was in her mid- to late-thirties, was an on-call nurse, and was pretty damned attractive. She was also a very cool lady, popular with her nieces and nephews and their friends because of her ability to talk intelligently and non-judgmentally with younger people.
I got home from practice and Aunt Betty heard me come in the house. She called out for me to grab a beer from the fridge and join her for a bit on the pool deck before supper. I went out there and Betty was lying on a chaise, sipping on a glass of wine. She was wearing a quite conservative two-piece bathing suit, still wet from a recent swim. I got hard immediately under my work-out shorts and sat in a pool chair a few feet from the chaise, hoping my erection wasn’t too obvious.
Luckily for me, the sun was over my shoulder and Betty had to look towards it as we talked innocently, so my hard-on and gaze were difficult for her to see. Betty, however, was clearly in my view and my fevered state grew worse and worse (or, better and better, I suppose!). Betty had medium-sized boobs, provocatively pushed together under her top and her nipples were definitely protruding a bit -it was quite a windy day. I glanced down between her legs and thought I was in heaven.
Betty had a big mound of pubic hair beneath her bottoms that bulged them out a ways. Towards the back of the suit, I was pretty sure I could see the outline of her vulval slit. The feelings of youthful desire in me continued to grow as I noticed some pubes over her shapely thighs that weren’t covered by her suit. Somehow I managed to talk more or less coherently as I finished my beer. I excused myself and said I was going to change.
It was torture walking down the stairs from the pool to my lower-level bedroom, my throbbing cock screaming for release as it pushed hard against my shorts. Changing took a backseat as I closed my sliding door and removed my shorts and underwear and lay on my bed, sideways to the sliding door to my room. Somehow I managed to edge myself, stroking my horny cock slowly and easily as I made pre-cum appear that deliciously lubricated my shaft with its warm slickness.
My eyes were closed as I skillfully wanked myself, imagining the treasures beneath Aunt Betty’s clothes. I stopped myself from cumming three or four times, building up my hot load. Finally, I lost control and jacked harder and faster, feeling my cum shot rise in my genitals as I worked for that ecstatic glory stroke. I opened my eyes and stared fixedly at my hard teenage boner.
Just as my cum load started to erupt, I heard the sliding door open and Betty was standing there, eyes glued to my pounding fist and hard, curved cock. There was no way to conceal my fervent ejaculation from my aunt and somehow I didn’t want to. I continued to pull on my jizzing penis with my right hand, and cupped and squeezed my drawn-up balls with my left. I moaned a bit as four or five ropes of cum spurted a foot or so up from my cock and met their doom on my torso and sheets. I milked every drop of semen from myself and dropped flat on my bed, totally exhausted by the power of my pulsating orgasm.
I looked into my aunt’s face, and she smiled at me, saying, “Wow, that looked like it felt really good! Clean yourself and come upstairs for supper.” She then turned and walked out to go to the kitchen upstairs. I was red-faced with embarrassment as I made my way to the kitchen, but Betty put me at my ease.
“Don’t be ashamed, ___. I should have knocked before I came into your room. Masturbation is totally normal. I do it myself most nights before I go to sleep.”
That made me feel better for the time being, but for the rest of Betty’s stay as I lay in my bed at night I couldn’t help but wonder if she was jilling off in the bedroom above me…
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