This is a work of fiction... Any further explanation should be unnecessary don't you think?
Mary was a tall willowy blonde. John couldn't figure out really what willowy was supposed to mean but he figured if anyone met that description it had to be Mary. Her hair was a subtle tone of blonde, not really blonde more like a really light brown, almost. She had eyes that John found himself drawn to, wanting them to focus on him regularly, they watched him with a deeper concentration than he had ever experienced before.
Mary was also twice John's age, and his mother's closest friend. His father had passed away when John was 12 so John was regularly in Mary's company throughout his youth. John had spent countless nights listening to his mother and Mary talking in the kitchen. Mary had been married to a drunk and had left him five years before. John had a fervent dislike for Mary's husband even though he rarely saw him.
John had graduated from high school two years before and he knew his mother was struggling to help him meet his college costs. John did what he could, had a part time job that took most of his free time. He had friends in school and had a girlfriend or two during school. Nothing serious just someone to pass the time with.
John was typically quiet, commonly described as shy. The truth was John didn't really care. He liked spending time with people but he didn't suffer stupidity well. He had a quick wit with a dry sense of humor that some found offensive until they got to know him well and started to understand his humor. The problem was John didn't let many get to know him well.
Not what one would call a hunk, but John had a masculinity about him that seemed to attract women. He was rarely described as "in pursuit" but more often described as in flight from. His sexual experience suffered from his lack of free time. He had had several quick sessions with a couple of his girlfriends but they were mainly unsatisfactory. It's difficult to truly experience all that sex has to offer while trying to calm the cramp in the leg that keeps banging on the gearshift between the seats, or truly enjoy the throws of orgasm while realizing your foot is stuck in the steering wheel, knowing that if you move your leg the only way you can to get it out, the horn will sound.
And then there was Mary. Willowy, she had to be the definition of willowy he thought as he looked out of the second floor window at her lounging in the pool lounger in the back yard below. She lived a few blocks away but seemed to spend most of her time with John and his mom. It was normal for Mary to spend time with John alone while his mom did the shopping.
His eyes followed the curve of her neckline as her shoulders rose up to meet the long thin neck. Her head laid back as if responding to his visual caress. His eyes traveled down and watched as her skin disappeared into the T shirt she had on. She had nice breasts that seemed to be more round than most of the girls he had dated. He wondered if it was the fact that Mary rarely wore a bra and his past girlfriends never went without. His guess was that she was a C cup. Definitely more than his last girlfriend but definitely not a D cup. "What a fucking bizarre way to judge a breast" he thought. Her nipples were erect he noticed, poking against the fabric of her shirt. "I love that look" John thought. Her nipples kept the fabric mostly away from her breasts unless she leaned back, two hard points that moved under her shirt. He always had a difficult time not letting her know that he was watching.
"I don't see him that way" Mary was explaining to John's mom, Maureen. "I mean he's a nice guy and all but I'm not interested in him that way". Mary seemed so innocent, even more so than some of the girls he had dated in the past few years. He wondered how a 40 year old microbiologist could seem so naïve.
"Mary, when's the last time you saw a man in 'that way'" Maureen asked making the quotation marks in the air while she talked.
"Oh I don't know, it's been a while I suppose."
"Mary, it's been at least since Bob left, probably a year or two before that hasn't it?"
"Maureen! That's mean... true, but mean!" Mary said with a hint of a giggle in her voice that John absolutely loved to hear.
"Don't you miss it? I mean I miss it a lot..." Maureen said with a far away tone of voice and John realized that his mom was talking about sex. He was fascinated to learn that his mom and Mary talked about such things. He figured that his mom was an attractive woman and dated occasionally, she had to have sex from time to time but he never really thought about her in that light. Matter of fact he never really imagined Mary having sex... until right then.
Images began to flash through his mind of what Mary must look like having an orgasm. Head back, that thin long neck tense as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Her long thin legs tensing rhythmically. He wondered what she looked like without clothes. Wondered if she kept herself trimmed, or shaven or wildly untrimmed. He realized that he wanted the woman he called aunt Mary more than any other woman he'd ever met.
"Sure I miss it..." was Mary's response, "but I just haven't found the right guy yet, I guess" she ended lamely.
"There are times that I just have to have it, I mean don't you get nuts some times? You know where it doesn't really matter who, it only matters what?"
"Yeah I get crazy sometimes but I take of it myself..."
An incredible image of Mary laying naked on her bed with her hands buried between her legs made John's cock tingle like mad. He was rock hard in his shorts and found that his hand was gripping his member. The tingles increased as his hand began gently stroking up and down his length. He wondered what Mary thought about as she massaged her clit, her lips spreading her legs spread wide as she climbed to her peak. He knew he was getting close as his hand sped up.
The conversation below had faded from his attention as his orgasm approached. Mary stood up to walk in the house and he watched as she walked around the pool. As his tingles reached their crescendo and his testicles tightened and began to send his seed up his length he was watching her long legs, and the point where they joined as she walked. He struggled not to make a noise but a slight groan just managed to slip out. Mary looked up at his window but kept walking as John bent down with the rhythmical contractions with each jet of pearly white cum as it shot and splashed into his hand and floor in front of him.
He scrambled to clean himself up as he heard Mary rooting around in the kitchen. With the passing of the tingles came reality. "Right! Like I'll ever have a chance at that!" John thought to himself. "This is my Aunt Mary, I mean I wish she was mine but she's still Mary." He resigned himself to lusting for her from afar as he changed into his clothes and prepared to go to his part time job.
"Hey John! How are you?" Mary asked as he walked into the kitchen. He hoped she wouldn't see the blush as he thought about the past ten minutes.
"Doing well Aunt Mary. Heading to work."
"Have fun!" She said and John melted into her eyes once again.
