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Asstr Aunt
The following is probably
a work of FICTION.
It was sent back in time in a quantum bottle.
So who really knows for sure? ...
Feel free to reprint or
take credit for it
(as if I could stop you), but please don't make
any changes, or I won't write anything new!
by TooMuchTime (TooMuchTime2002@hotmail.com)
Copyright(c) 2003, TooMuchTime.
All rights reserved.
I wasn't happy. For months,
I'd been looking forward to my parents' vacation, if only because it meant I'd
have the house to myself for two weeks -- the big dream of any 14 year old boy.
Then, at the last minute, my stupid aunt had to go and move back into the area
and need a place to stay. I barely knew the woman. I mean, I knew she was family
and everything, but she hadn't been around since I was a kid. Her ex-husband
had moved them to California years ago, and even after the divorce, she'd stuck
around out there for a while. Which meant that for all intents and purposes,
she was a stranger. Not exactly somebody I felt like being alone with for two
weeks.
Yet when Aunt Tina arrived
at the door with her suitcases in hand on that sunny day in April, my mood changed
considerably. For some reason, whatever my childhood memory of her had been,
it was way off. I thought I remembered her being a bit overweight. Yet the woman
who walked into the house that day -- while hardly "thin" -- had an
hourglass figure that was flattered by the jeans shorts and white t-shirt she
wore. She was fairly tall, at least six inches or so taller than myself, her
legs were well-muscled, and her chest ... well, that was nothing short of amazing,
especially to a pubescent boy. Her boobs were huge, and barely seemed contained
by the bra that I could see clearly outlined beneath the t-shirt. Beyond this,
all I noticed at first was that she had a nice smile, which she flashed often,
and that she wore her auburn hair cut short and moussed up, as if she were trying
to make herself look a few years younger than she was.
"Simon," my mother
said, "you remember Aunt Tina, don't you?"
"Well look how big
you've gone and gotten," my aunt said. "Do I get a hug?" She
opened her arms wide.
I shrugged, then walked
clumsily into the hug, savoring the brief moment as long as I could -- her melon-sized
breasts pushing against me, warm and soft.
"I hope I'm not putting
you guys out," she said, more or less to all of us. "When I got the
job, I had no idea they'd want me to start so quickly. Once I find a good apartment,
I'll be out of your hair."
"It's not a problem
at all," my father said. "Stay as long as you need to. Marge and I
are leaving town tomorrow anyway. You can use our room while we're gone. After
that, we'll work something out."
"You guys really are
too nice," she said, suitably humble, then turned and faced me. "Simon,
you need to promise me, if I get in your way at any point, just let me know.
I won't be offended."

The next day, my parents left for the airport in the late afternoon. Aunt Tina
and I bade them farewell, and then I wandered back into the living room, where
I'd been watching some cartoons. A few minutes later, my aunt followed me in.
I glanced up, and saw that she'd changed out of the sweatshirt and jeans she'd
been wearing before. Now she had a red tank-top on, which didn't do a very good
job at hiding her white bra straps. She was still fiddling with one strap as
she walked into the room, trying to get it to behave.
"So what are we watching?"
she asked, and settled into the recliner a few feet away from me.
"Spider-Man,"
I said, trying to seem disinterested in her presence, when I was actually anything
but.
I gave her what must have
been an odd look, because she instantly laughed. "Yes, believe it or not,
Spider-Man was around when I was your age. I'm 37, not 87."
"I didn't say anything,"
I protested, smiling.
"You didn't have to.
I'm a mind-reader."
I hope not, I thought,
because the main thing on my mind at that moment was whether or not I might
be able to find a way in the next two weeks to see her naked. But all I said
was, "Yeah, right."
"It's true,"
she said. "Like right now ..." She closed her eyes. "... you're
thinking how nice it would be to go to the kitchen and get a soda for your wonderful
Aunt Tina." She opened her eyes again. "Right?"
"Yeah, right,"
I said, still smiling. Then I went and got her a soda.

The next day was Monday. Which meant the weekend was over. I had to go back
to school, and Aunt Tina had to start her first day at the new job. When I woke
up, I followed my usual routine -- stumbling half-asleep down the hallway from
my room to the bathroom to piss and take a shower. When I got there, however,
the door was closed. Great, I thought. My mom is gone, but I still have to compete
with a woman for bathroom time every morning. Just as I was about to turn and
head back to my room, though, the door opened. There was my aunt, with a small
bag of makeup in one hand, wearing a lacy black bra, black panties, and thigh-high
black stockings ... and that was it.
She was startled at first
to see me there, and jumped. "Jeez. You scared me."
It was all I could do to
force my eyes up, away from the incredible sight of the cleavage created by
her huge tits pushing their way out of a too-small bra. "Sorry," I
said. "I didn't realize you'd be in there."
"I'm done," she
replied, smiling, then looked down at herself. "Well, except for the whole
actually getting dressed part, of course."
"Is this a bad time?"
she asked. "Would it be easier for you if I got up a half-hour earlier?"
"No," I said.
"As long as you're done by now. This is the time I always get up. It's
okay."
"All right then. Well,
let me know." She started to move forward, but the hallway was too narrow
to get around me, so I had to push my back against the wall for her to get by.
In doing so, her barely contained breasts passed just below my face, and I could
smell the sweet perfume exuding from her.
After she passed, I watched
her go, and admired her slightly wide yet shapely ass as it disappeared around
the corner into my parents' room. Then I let out a deep sigh and stepped into
the bathroom. Only then did I notice, as I went to pee, that I was hard as a
rock, and that my erection was creating an obvious bulge in my jockey shorts.
Shit, I thought. Had she seen? Or had it only popped up like that when she passed
me in the hall? I had no real way of knowing, other than to ask her ... and
THAT wasn't going to happen. I decided not to linger on it. The important thing
at the moment was to pee, before my bladder burst, so I thought about something
else, waited for the erection to die down a bit, then took care of my usual
morning business.

When I got home after school that day, I didn't expect anybody to be home. I
walked through the door, dropped my backpack on the floor, took the stairs two
at a time, and headed for my bedroom. The plan was to try and sneak in a good
wanking session before Aunt Tina got home. All day, I'd been thinking about
how she had looked that monrning, and I just couldn't wait to toss off a quick
one while the image was still fresh in my mind.
Ironically, the last thing
I expected to see as I walked past my parents' bedroom was Aunt Tina standing
there in the same exact black bra and panties and stockings, having apparently
just stepped out of the black dress she'd worn to work that day. Instead of
following my first instinct, which was to keep right on walking to my room,
as if I'd never seen anything at all, I chose to stop, take two steps back,
and say hello.
"Oh, hi Simon,"
she said, smiling, then leaned down to pick up the dress, thereby giving me
a great view of her ample cleavage. She threw the dress on the bed, then turned
to face me again. "How was school?"
"Um. It was okay.
I didn't think you'd be home yet."
"Well, it was mostly
orientation today. They let me go early."
"Oh. That's cool."
So much for my plan to jerk off. Not that I was complaining.
As she reached up to remove
her earrings, I noticed that my aunt's well-manicured nails were painted a bright
red. It was the first time I was noticing it, so she must have done it before
she left for work. Regardless, the contrast between her fair skin, the black
lingerie, and the red nails was quite striking ... and quite sexy. So perhaps
this is why my heart skipped a beat when she said to me, "Simon, could
you do me a favor?"
"Do you remember when
you were little, and I'd get you to scratch my back for me?"
She laughed. "Well,
you did. You were always so happy to do it."
"Yup. And I always
loved it so much. My mother used to scratch my back when I was a little girl,
and it's something that's always helped me to relax. And today's been kind of
a stressful day ..." She let her words trail off.
"You want me to scratch
it now?" I asked, trying not to let the eagerness show in my voice.
Holy shit, I thought. How
could I possibly mind that? "No. Sure. Why not?"
She smiled. "You're
a sweetheart. Thanks." She sat on the bed. "Is here fine?"
"Sure." As I
sat down behind her, it occurred to me that we were sitting directly in front
of the tall mirror in the room. Which meant that even though I was sitting behind
my aunt, I could still see her from the front. As I began to scratch her back,
starting just below her shoulders, she closed her eyes and leaned her head to
one side. This left me wide open to stare at her chest all I wanted to.
"Perfect," she
said. "You haven't lost your touch."
As I scratched with one
hand, I noticed that it made her breasts jiggle a bit -- quite a sight to behold,
especially for a horny young thing like me. So then I decided to use two hands,
and just as I'd hoped, the jiggling intensified. It almost made me wish I had
a third hand -- maybe then I could make them pop out of the bra altogether!
"Oh yeah," she
said, giggling. "Now we're talkin'."
At this point, the backscratch
for me became an exercise in seeing just how much I could make her tits move
around, and in that respect, I wasn't the least bit disappointed. After a few
minutes, though, during one of my occasional inspections of her face, to make
sure her eyes were still closed ... I saw that they weren't. She was looking
me in the eye as well, and sporting a quizzical smile. Busted! I immediately
turned my face downward, and for as long as the backscratch session lasted,
which was just a couple more minutes, I focused only on her back.
"Okay, I guess that's
enough," she said. "Your hands are probably tired."
My aunt stood up, and so
did I. Thankfully, I was wearing jeans at the time, or else she'd probably have
been able to tell I was hard as a rock. "Thanks Simon, that was perfect."
"You're welcome,"
I said, a bit embarrassed, trying not to make eye contact.
"Do you want me to
return the favor?" She held up her hands. "I've got great nails for
it!"
"Sure," I said.
"Maybe later, though. I have to ... um ... do homework and stuff."
"I will." And
with this, I took one last furtive glance at her body, then exited the room.

After dinner, I watched some TV, then excused myself to my bedroom to do some
more homework, leaving Aunt Tina behind to watch the prime time lineup in the
living room. An hour or so later, I started to get bored of reading about the
Civil War, and my mind wandered once again to the sight of my aunt in her lingerie.
I was wearing only a t-shirt and my jockeys at the time -- my usual state of
dress when hanging out in my bedroom at the end of the day -- and so as images
of her bouncing boobs came back to me, and as my cock inevitably grew hard,
I couldn't resist slipping my hand down under the elastic band for a few quick
strokes. And those few strokes were enough to make me realize that what I really
wanted was to jerk off. For one reason or another, it had been over 24 hours
... and at age 14, that was just too long.
The first thing I needed
to do was go close the door all the way, because I could remember having left
it partially open when I stepped into the room. But as I sat up to do this,
there was a sudden quiet knock at the door. "Simon? You awake?"
Oh shit, oh shit, I thought,
as I heard the door begin to squeak open. I assessed my situation in less than
a second. I was sitting on my bed, in my underwear, with a too-obvious boner
showing through the thin material in stark relief. There wasn't time enough
to get under the covers, because I was laying on top of them. And there definitely
wasn't time to run over to my jeans, which were in a ball on the middle of the
floor. So I could either just yell at my aunt NOT to come in, and risk her suspecting
that I was doing something wrong -- drugs or something -- or ... there was another
idea. She'd asked if I was awake. So what if I wasn't awake? And just like that,
I decided what to do. As I carried out my plan, I realized it may not be the
best idea in the world ... yet considering my limited options, it would have
to do.
I fell back on my pillow,
rolled my head to one side, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth a bit. It was
the same classic pose I'd used with my parents a million times, whenever I wanted
them to think I was asleep (and therefore unavailable for some chore or another).
As an added touch, I also quickly threw my hand over the history book I'd been
reading a few minutes before. That way, it would look as if I'd fallen asleep
while studying diligently.
Not two seconds after this,
I could hear my aunt's tentative footsteps padding into the room. "Simon?"
she said, more quietly than the first time. Clearly, by this point, she realized
that I was asleep. But still, I heard her proceed further into the room, pausing
finally just in front of me. What the hell is she doing, I thought. And just
as all sorts of fantastic and erotic ideas began to flash through my mind, I
heard the sound of her rattling around through my CD's. Then I understood what
she was doing. Looking for some music. She'd asked me earlier, while we were
watching TV, if she could borrow a few of my albums to play on her walkman.
As I listened to her cracking
open one jewel case after another, I was painfully aware of just how hard my
dick was in my jockey shorts, and I wondered if she'd noticed it. It seemed
unlikely that she could have missed it. Not that it was huge or anything. Far
from it. But it wasn't invisible either. Anyway, after a few minutes, I got
brave enough to crack my eyes open a bit, and saw her squatting there in front
of my CD collection, her back to me, still in the casual clothes she'd worn
all evening. Then I saw her head begin to turn, and quickly slammed my eyes
shut again. My heart was racing, but I tried to control my breathing as best
I could.
I waited to hear the floorboards
creak under her feet as she stood ... but it didn't happen. I wanted so badly
to crack my eyes open again, but I didn't dare. Because then, if she saw, she'd
know I'd been faking it the entire time. And then ... well, I didn't know what
would happen then, but I didn't want to risk it. So I waited.
Finally, I felt an odd
-- and entirely amazing -- sensation. Something touched my dick. Or rather,
it touched my dick through my underwear ... but that didn't diminish the moment
any less for me. Holy shit, I thought. That first touch was only tentative,
as if a test to see if I'd wake up. But when I didn't budge, I felt another
peculiar -- and wonderful -- sensation, and I all I could guess was that my
aunt was running her finger up along the length of my shaft. This time, my body
couldn't help but to react in some way, and as my cock reflexively twitched,
I let out a small groan. Yet I still maintained my ruse of being asleep. This
reaction made my aunt giggle quietly, as if she were a child playing with a
new toy, and so she did it again. And again, my cock twitched, I groaned, and
then for added effect, rolled my head over to the other side. My aunt giggled
once more, then perhaps thought better of what she was doing. The floorboards
creaked under her feet as she stood, then padded softly out of the room, turning
off the light on her way out.
Once she was safely gone,
I finally opened my eyes, smiling and overwhelmed by what had just happened.
Although it wasn't much, it was the first time that any woman had even come
close to touching one of my erections. The very idea of it had me harder than
ever. I immediately grabbed the box of tissues on top of my headboard, yanked
my jockeys down, and within thirty seconds, was experiencing one of the best
orgasms I'd ever had.

The next morning, I made a point of waking up a half-hour early, and stood at
my door listening for the sound of Aunt Tina moving around back and forth from
the bedroom to the bathroom, getting ready for work. As she took a shower, I
imagined what her body must look like wet and naked, and wondered if it would
be possible to drill a peephole into the wall of the bathroom, so that I could
see for myself. I decided it wasn't. I waited for the sound of her leaving the
bathroom after her shower, on the off chance that maybe she'd walk from the
bathroom to the bedroom naked or something. After she passed my door, I quickly
peeked out through the crack ... but she was wearing a towel. Still a great
sight, but not quite what I was hoping for. After this, I waited again, this
time for her to return to the bathroom to do her makeup.
When a few more minutes
had passed, I stepped out of my bedroom, wearing the same t-shirt and jockeys
-- and erection -- that I'd been sporting both the morning before and the night
before, and approached the bathroom. Everything business as usual, I thought.
Unlike the morning before, however, this time the bathroom door was wide open.
Once again, though, my aunt was only in her underwear, this time a fancy set
of matching blue lingerie. Perhaps she'd decided that I'd seen her in this state
of undress enough times by now that modesty made no sense any more. All I knew
was that image of her huge boobs in profile as she stood in front of the sink
was exquisite.
She caught me out of the
corner of her eye. "Oh, hey there," she said. "Good morning."
"Morning," I
replied, as I stepped up to the open doorway, my arms crossed over my chest.
I knew this meant that my erection would be visible through my shorts, but I
figured if she wasn't go to hide anything, then I didn't have to either. If
she noticed it at all, though, she didn't say anything about it.
"You feel asleep early
last night," she said, while putting lipstick on.
"I snuck in and borrowed
a few CD's. I hope you don't mind."
"Really? No. That's
cool." I hoped I was pulling off a good performance.
Just then, I noticed that
something else about my aunt was a bit different than it had been the morning
before. This time, as well as the bra, panties, and stockings, she was also
wearing a matching pair of blue high
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