The summer before I entered 12th grade my mother sent me to stay with my Aunt Linda. Now Aunt Linda was actually not my aunt. She was a childhood friend of my mother's but I had grown up with her around and had always called her Aunt Linda.
This particular summer my mother thought it would be good for me to get out of the city, or so she said. I would find out the real reason later. So two days after the last day of school I packed my bags and set out on a three hour journey to Aunt Linda's house on the shores of Lake Champlain. We arrived around 9:00 PM just as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. Aunt Linda came out to greet us. She was wearing a floral print cotton sundress and a pair of white sandals on her feet. She had gotten a haircut since I saw her last and instead of her blonde hair reaching all the way to her waist it was now substantially chopped and permed to look like one of those Vidal Sassoon models.
"Ellen, Tim, I'm so glad you came! Please, come in." We followed her into her little cottage and she poured us some lemonade. We sat around the kitchen table sipping it and listening to mosquitoes getting zapped in the bug light.
"It's been a long time, Linda," my mother commented taking one last drink of her lemonade then setting it on the table.
"It certainly has been," agreed Linda. "I can't believe how big Tim has gotten. He's turned out to be quite a handsome young man." As she said this, she gave me a look that was rather lustful, now that I look back on it. I blushed.
"Yes he has," my mother said. "I'm sure he'll drive the girls wild." I blushed again. "Well, it's getting late and I have to be getting back to the city," my mother said getting up from the table. "You mind your Aunt Linda, okay?"
"Yes, mother." After my mother left Aunt Linda showed me my room and let me get unpacked then we played Scrabble until it was time to go to bed. During the game, she kept staring at me with those lustful eyes and twice she complained about the heat as an excuse to unbutton the top of her dress. By the time we had finished our second game, I had a very good view of her cleavage. My cock was growing hard and I was hoping she didn't see it through my jeans.
That night I thought of Aunt Linda's breasts and what I'd like to do with her while I masturbated. It was one of the best orgasms of my life, up to that point anyway. The next morning I awoke refreshed and walked out into the kitchen to find Aunt Linda cooking up some eggs. I sat down at the table.
"How did you sleep last night?" Aunt Linda asked, coming over and pouring me some orange juice.