Part 1: Awakening.
Ross had always had a "thing" for older women. It all started when he was in his formative years and he went to go stay with his "Aunt Alex" whilst his mother was in hospital following another bout of depression. His father had been killed in an accident at work, and although the life insurance and compensation ensured that he and his mother had a very comfortable lifestyle in Esher, Surrey, it did not prevent his mother from suffering long bouts of depression and mental illness. It was at times like these that Ross was sent to go live with his Aunt Alex and her daughter in Kingston, sometimes for several months.
Auntie Alex was not really a relative, she was one of those women who become known as an "Aunt" through familiarity with the family, and in Alex's case she was an old school friend of his mother's. She had always been around when Ross was growing up, at home for tea, birthday's etc, and after her husband ran off with his secretary she assumed a more prominent role in his family's life. This only increased after Ross's father died, and there was hardly a day when Auntie Alex wasn't round the house or on the phone to his mother.
Auntie Alex had a daughter who was several years older than Ross, Felicity, whom Ross knew less well. Always a bit aloof and her head stuck in a book, the two single children appeared to have little in common. Pigtails, glasses and a gangly appearance Felicity was not someone Ross ever thought of as a friend or playmate, just as Auntie Alex's daughter. Her mother though was a different story all together.
Alexandra was a very attractive woman, and even 9 year old Ross realised that early on when he first went to stay with Alexandra and Felicity that first occasion mother was hospitalised. Arriving at their five bedroom house in Coombe Park it dwarfed his own house, with its three reception rooms, huge garden, and driveway. Ross even had his own en-suite bathroom attached to the bedroom he had, which was three times the size of the one at home. Although Ross had always known Alexandra it was the first time he was "living" away from home, and it took a bit of getting used to Alexandra fussed over him and clearly wanted to make him feel at home. Felicity, at 14 at the time, tried to be sisterly, but it never really worked, as she was more at home with her books, horse-riding and friends from Surbiton High School.
On and off Ross spent more and more time at Auntie Alex's, and would even began to feel that Coombe Park was home. Just after his thirteenth birthday Ross's mum was admitted to hospital again this time it was thought for a prolonged period and once more Ross made the trek to Coombe Park. By now Felicity was into her A levels and the sixth form, with university beckoning. Ross virtually had the run of the house at times, and so long as he let Alexandra know where he was he could come and go as he pleased.
One day, after several weeks at Coombe Park, Ross came home from school early, as rugby practice at the grammar school had been cancelled due to a waterlogged field. Letting himself in to the house he kicked off his shoes and went up to his room. The house was quiet and twilight was slowly settling. Dumping his bag onto the sofa in his room he closed the door to his room and opened his school bag. Inside he had the usual collection of school books, textbooks, stationary and rubbish, but one item was of particular interest. He had acquired it from another boy in his class who had taken it, he said, from his father's wardrobe at home. It was a copy of Mayfair magazine, well-thumbed and torn in places, but it held inside delights that made Ross tingle and gave him butterflies.
Sitting on his bed he took the magazine out of his bag and slowly looked at the cover. A partly naked woman on the cover wearing stockings and little else peered out at him, and his fingers trembled as he turned the first couple of pages. He was presented with photos of a brunette undressing and her large breasts and pale skin laid before him in glorious technicolour.
Ross could feel a stirring between his legs as he felt an erection grow as he flicked through the photos. He had seen magazines before but always with friends in class or behind the sheds at the games fields, never in his room at home. This was exciting, naughty, forbidden almost. Then he came across a series of photographs that took his breath away. Looking up at him in the magazine it could have been Auntie Alex, slightly younger, but without doubt the same looks. As he turned the pages, she undressed and revealed all to him. She was older than the other models. Her breasts less perky and her body slightly thicker, but her nipples were dark and large and he had a thick bush of public hair. Though Ross had never seen Alex undressed he imagined this is what she would look like. It wasn't her of course, but it could have been. The magazine called her Ginny.
Ross slipped his hand almost unconsciously into his trousers and felt how hard he was. He stroked himself and then suddenly felt a flood rush through him. His trousers were suddenly sticky and a gooey mess covered his fingers. He had just had his first orgasm, almost by accident. He looked at the photographs and imagined it was Auntie Alex he was looking at. His body felt electric and he stared at the photos for what seemed an age then he heard noise downstairs and realised either Alex or Felicity had returned home.
He needed to clean up and more importantly hide the magazine. Secreting it under his mattress he took his shirt, soiled trousers and pants off and hopped into the bathroom, and ran the shower. As he returned to the room, naked apart from his socks his door opened and Auntie Alex walked in. She saw Ross standing naked, and looked taken aback.
"Oh Ross, I didn't know you were home. Sorry I barged in on you. What you doing, standing there in your birthday suit?"
Ross suddenly became embarrassed. Not a few moments ago he had been ogling a woman he pretended was Aunt Alex and now he was standing naked in front of her.
"I've just back from rugby and need a shower." He looked at her, as his mind flashed with images of Ginny / Auntie Alex. He felt a stirring. That would not be good. "Won't be long". He turned and hurried back into the bathroom, closing the door. "Phew that was close" he said to himself as he stood beneath the hot water and soaped himself.
Part II: Never the Same.
After that day Ross never quite looked at Auntie Alex in quite the same light. She now became a focus of his erotic fantasies. She was the centrepiece of his masturbatory thoughts and wet dreams. The magazine became the focus of his personal sex desires. It was always Ginny / Auntie Alex. And he always masturbated to her and no one else. Always in the safety of his room.
But that was to change, without any warning. And how it changed.
One afternoon in late November Ross returned home from school, soaking wet after a downpour which soaked him to the skin. Cycling home was not any fun and he was wet, cold and couldn't wait to get indoors. Parking his bike down the side of the house he let himself in through the backdoor, rather than the front as he often did. Had he done so he would have known that Auntie Alex was home, but assumed, incorrectly he was home alone. The timer on the lights had come on and as he entered the kitchen he took off his sodden shoes and socks and stripped completely out of his clothes, dumping them in the laundry bin in the utility room next to the kitchen.
Now naked Ross walked through the house and up the stairs to his room. He was feeling the urge to look at Ginny / Auntie Alex, and the thought caused him to start to get hard. However, as he got to the top of the stairs he heard sounds coming from Auntie Alex's side of the house. Although naked Ross was intrigued. Tiptoeing along the thick pile carpeted hallway Ross approached Aunt Alex's bedroom until he could see into her bedroom. He had of course been in her room lots of times before, and had even rummaged around in her dressing room and her lingerie drawers. Even more so since discovering Ginny / Aunt Alex.
Looking through the gap between the door and the frame, he could clearly see Aunt Alex. She was half undressed, and stood in front of the full length mirror in her bra and pants and stockings only. Ross was glued to the spot. He watched as Alex reached around behind and unclipped her bra. She let the bra fall away at the front, and for the first time he saw her breasts in their natural beauty. Of course he had seen Aunt Alex in a bikini and a nightgown and tried to get a glimpse of cleavage and breast, but this was the first time he saw her half naked.
Imagine his surprise as she then took off her panties and stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. Totally oblivious to Ross's presence she walked over to the dressing table and picked up a bottle of lotion. She poured some into one hand then started to rub it over her body. In a very sexy sensuous way. She massaged her breasts and her nipples, and Ross watched as her thick dark nipples got harder and seemed to grow.
Aunt Alex then started to rub between her legs and as she parted her legs he saw her run her fingers in her pubic hair. She was watching herself and stepped back so she could perch on the bed. Ross could stand it no longer. He felt he would explode and almost subconsciously took hold of his erection. The slightest touch was enough and he knew he going to cum. The sensible thing to do would be to return to his bedroom and finish things there, but his testosterone told him otherwise and he suddenly felt the unmistakable orgasm well up and take over as he shot his ropes of cum over his hand and onto the carpet.
Doing his best to contain as much mess as he could he beat a hasty retreat to his room to clean up. Calling out on his to his room to let Auntie Alex know he was home. Now looking at Ginny would never be the same.
Part III: Contagious.
Ross was now obsessed with trying to get a repeat performance from Aunt Alex. He came home at different times when he could in the hope of catching her again, but for several weeks nothing happened. Then he got a shock. As he opened his bedroom door, he found himself looking at Felicity in his room, sitting on the sofa and of all things looking at his Mayfair magazine. She had her house clothes on, a pair of old jeans and a loose baggy sweatshirt, which she appeared to have thousands of.
Something was different about her, she had cut her hair and there was a naughty look in her eye.
"So master Ross," she said in an almost domineering voice "what is this I found in your bedside cabinet?" She held up the magazine, at one of the spreads of a blonde legs splayed and hands cupping her large breasts. "You really need to hide your dirty magazines away in a safer place away from prying eyes."
Felicity flicked over a couple of more pages. "Do you really think any of these women are attractive? You do know that most of them are either mostly plastic or airbrushed." She held up another one for Ross to look at.
"Can I have that back please Fi?" Ross asked, almost too embarrassed to say anything else. "Its not mine, and..."
"Aw come on Ross, don't be such a prude. And it is yours its been here for weeks."
"How do you know?" Ross asked almost shocked.
"Because I do. And anyway that doesn't matter. Just think what mummy would say if she knew?" Felicity paused letting that sink in. "So, do you just look or do you....you know?" She looked at Ross mischievously. "Of course you do. Fourteen year old boys and raging hormones. I bet you have a wank every chance you get. Contagious even."
Ross was having difficulty believing this. Felicity said "wank" he was surprised she even knew the word. He could feel himself getting red and hot, and stood in front of Felicity like the naughty schoolboy he was.
"Cat got your tongue has she?" Felicity said. "Come on, relax Rossy, its nothing to be ashamed of. We all have these urges." She flicked through a couple more pages. "Ah now that's more natural..." she stopped and her face expressed surprise. "So who is Ginny I wonder?" Her eyes were now glued on the photos and Ross stepped forward to be closer to Felicity.
"Now she is rather sexy I think " Felicity exclaimed. "More mature fuller figure. I could see why you might like her."
"Really?" Ross stumbled over the words.
"Oh yes. Bet she gets you a bit hard." Felicity smiled and held the magazine up for Ross.
"Yes I can see that" she said looking at the tent starting to develop under Ross's trousers. "Don't you think you had better care of that?" Felicity giggled. She stood up and closed the gap between them. Her hand brushed against his trousers and she smiled, then walked out the room leaving Ross holding the magazine.
