This is the concluding chapter of my introduction to CFNM and Cock Worship by "Aunt" Jennifer. It has taken a while to complete: life sometimes gets in the way. Shout-out to annabellebrito for editing and adding a lot of dialogue and details that make the story come to life.
The next morning, I was awake before Aunt Jennifer came in. I had kicked off the bed sheet in my sleep and had woken up to a ray of morning sunlight that found a crack between the curtains. The sunlight focused on my exposed body.
I had woken up to a natural erection, thinking of the events of yesterday at the beach, I began to slowly stroke my shaft, holding it vertically so I could capture the most sunlight and feel its warmth.
"Ahh," I moaned softly. The abstinence and the teasing over the last few days had me very aroused.
Without getting too close to a climax, I pleasured myself gently until I noticed pre-cum dripping over my fingers. I stopped and looked at the sunlight reflected in the fluid. The fresh warm semen shined in the sunlight.
"It does glisten nicely, doesn't it? But perhaps you should stop before it gets out of hand." said Aunt Jennifer with a slight smile.
"Aggh-what?!" I said startled. "Sorry, I didn't come...I mean hear you come in."
"It's ok, you are a healthy young man, it's perfectly natural."
She stood a couple of steps into the room, she was barefoot, wearing only a small white t shirt that barely covered her gray underwear. She had just woken up too, judging from her slightly messy hair.
"I might need to reconsider some rules.". She slight yawned. "Good morning, by the way, squirt."
"Good morning." I replied, still holding my cock up. "What rule are you thinking about?".
"I'm thinking about your self-pleasure rule; that you are allowed to do that in your room only. I think I might be changing that."
"Why?"
"We have that rule to prevent you from accidentally exposing yourself to my neighbors, but I now also see other considerations." she answered enigmatically. I thought it wiser not to pry deeper right now, so I stayed silent. "I'll go make breakfast after I get ready, as for you... get up! You've got gardening to do today!"
I hit the shower, dried off and joined Aunt Jennifer for breakfast. She was dressed in a bikini, over which she wore loose-fitting, not to say baggy, dungarees. Walking around in the nude was becoming more natural to me now; I felt free, uninhibited, unrestricted. The contrast with Aunt Jennifer wearing clothes made me feel special.
"I have thought about it," Aunt Jennifer said. "The rule, I mean. I think you should not be confined to your room anymore. However, supervision is needed.". I was puzzled by the passive phrasing of the rule. Was she not just referring to herself? My penis twitched a bit at the thought of masturbating to completion while being watched.
The first half of the day, we did some light gardening: weeding, watering and planting some new flowers that she had grown from seeds. We stopped for lunch, which we took outside, laying on the deckchairs. Aunt Jennifer had stepped out of the dungarees and had wrapped a beach skirt around her bikini bottoms. It looked sexy and elegant on her.
As Aunt Jennifer cleared the lunch plates, I reclined and closed my eyes. Again, I felt the sun's rays on my body, most notably on my cock. I felt myself harden. I let it happen and was fully erect when she returned.
"Let's call it a day for gardening," Aunt Jennifer said. "It's going to be too hot to do any work in the afternoon's sun. Besides, it looks like your mind is not on gardening," she said with a naughty smile and a nod to my penis.
"And I'm entertaining a small group of friends this afternoon. For your information, it's an art appreciation group. We meet once a month at a studio or café, today we are meeting here. I'd like to introduce you to them."
"Art appreciation? I don't know the first thing about..." I began to protest.
"Don't worry about that; they won't mind a bit. You can help me by serving drinks and being hospitable."
"Okay, sure, how large of a group are we talking about?"
"Four ladies and me." She answered. "You know that you can help yourself now, right? As long as I'm here to supervise." She advised me after seeing the state I found myself in. "And of course, not to completion; we still need to save up for the distance measurement..."
"Uh sure... I understand." I replied. "Umm, do you want me to?... I mean, right now?"
"Yes".
Hesitantly, I grabbed my shaft and started slowly stroking, holding my dick vertically, giving Aunt Jennifer the best view. I looked at her and saw her looking at my movements. I couldn't quite gauge the expression on her face, but I think I noticed a little bit of a smile.
My breathing became heavier as I slowly increased the rhythm, reaching an elevated level of excitement but at a safe distance from orgasm. I heard birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze, reminding me that I was doing this in the open air. A small tingle in the tip of my cock announced the appearance of a droplet of pre-cum.
"Stop". Aunt Jennifer ordered. "I'm going to get inside to freshen up and get changed."
She got up and went inside, leaving me in a sensitive state of arousal while denying me permission to do anything about it.
About twenty minutes passed as Aunt Jennifer was inside. Although I was not allowed to masturbate, I remained hard as a rock the entire time. I heard a door close inside and stood up facing the open garden doors. Aunt Jennifer had changed into a well-fitting orange summer dress as she came out, her hair in a loose bun. I could not help myself and stared at her.
This time I definitely saw her crack a smile.
"Perhaps you'd better take a shower too, Robert!" She said, looking at her wristwatch. "They're going to be here soon."
"Oh sure, good idea. What should I wear?"
"Oh, just come as you are!" She said with a grin.
I was not sure if she meant the double entendre, but it was clear she wanted me to be naked. The shower felt refreshing as I cleaned the sweat and dirt from my body.
I heard voices while toweling off, but could not make out who, or what they were saying. Although I knew I was expected to be nude, I chickened out and wrapped a towel around myself before I stepped out and went to the garden.
"Oh, hi Robert, this is Mary, and this is Christy." Said Aunt Jennifer, introducing me to two ladies. Mary was a bit older, I'd guess, in her fifties. She had auburn hair, turning slightly gray, which she wore with style. Christy was a stunningly beautiful blonde in her 30's I was guessing, her vibrant smile showed off her social demeanor.
"Nice to meet you," I replied.
"Wow, Jennifer he is more beautiful in person than in the photos." said Mary.
"Yeah, I almost got caught by boss yesterday while staring at my phone," mentioned Christy.
"Ding-dong"
The doorbell rang. "Won't you answer that, please?". Aunt Jennifer asked. I obeyed and went to open the door. It was Nathalie, who of course earlier had made a cast of my erect penis, was again carrying a tote-bag. Another woman was with her helping her carry two other bags.
"Hi Robert! It is good to see you again. Robert, this is my friend and Instructional Assistant, Iris."
"Hi," I replied, now a bit nervous with all these newcomers coming in.
"Good to finally meet you Robert, thanks for helping us with these. We were all excited to see how the great mold came out at the studio!" she gushed. Her thick black glasses helped accentuate her big smile. She had slightly messy brunette curly hair and her grayish jumpsuit fitted her well; I could easily picture her spending a lot of time in an art studio.
She scanned my body up and down -- I was still only wrapped in a towel -- and smiled while we shook hands. "Not what I was told to expect; nice though." Iris said. Had Nathalie told her that for her, I opened the door naked? I decided not to ask and guided them to the garden, where Aunt Jennifer, Mary, and Christy were sitting at the table.
"Why don't you get our guests some prosecco?" Aunt Jennifer suggested. I obliged and went inside to get a bottle from the fridge, fill a wine-cooler with ice, and picked up some glasses. When I returned, Nathalie was unloading the tote bag and placing several objects wrapped in newspaper on the table. I popped the bottle and filled the glasses. I almost overfilled the last glass, when I saw the first object unwrapped; it was a plaster cast of an erect penis; it looked like mine.
Mary picked it up and looked at me, as I turned to finish serving. Without warning she reached over and pulled my towel off, completely exposing me!
"Hmmm..." she said looking down.
Still holding a bottle and a glass, I was unable to cover myself, but nobody appeared shocked at my nakedness.
"Looks nothing like it, like that!" she complained, looking back and forth between my flaccid penis and the plaster cast held in her hand.
"Natalie honey, you sure it's the right model?"
The others also looked and laughed. "Come on, don't pretend that you are shy. Make it look like that!" Aunt Jennifer instructed.
I finished passing around the drinks and started stroking myself, slowly at first, but steadily increasing tempo.
"Arrghh.." I moaned.
I looked around the table and saw all the ladies looking at me in silence. Mary and Aunt Jennifer looked me in the eye studying my expression, but the others were focused on my movements. Christy's mouth was slightly ajar.
