I thought, 'Why are things so wrong with me, Alex, my husband, was working in London from Sunday until Friday evening, the only time we spent time together was when I drove him to or picked him from the airport. Alex was fourteen years older than me. He was the Senior Partner in his own Accountancy firm. He was very successful in his profession. We lived in a beautiful villa in the most exclusive area of the city. I was a doctor but had not worked since our daughter was born twenty-six years ago, she had graduated as an Accountant and was now at Harvard studying for an MBA.
I had my best friend's son staying with us as his mother had been to University with me and was one of my closest friends. Carol, was a widow too and was now on a three-week cruise of the Caribbean. Bob was now on his second day with me. He was eighteen and starting University in September. Bob was a tall, handsome and intelligent young man. He was also very sporty and Captain of his school's rugby team. He had muscular thighs, and calf's on an incredibly athletic body. I enjoyed watching him play rugby as it always made my hungry cunt wet.
I lay in bed as I moved my hand down to tease my very wet pussy. I wondered what it would be like to have Bob finger me, soon three fingers were deep inside my hungry sex slit, I was on the edge of an organ thinking that would be naughty if I let Bob finger me, then I came and went downstairs for a coffee wearing tight leggings and a loose fitting top.
As I finished my coffee I heard Bob coming down the stairs, I asked, "Morning Bob, can I get you a coffee? Did you sleep well?"
He replied, "Yes please Aunt Joy, but let me get some orange juice first, no I didn't sleep so good, I think that I might need to see a doctor."
I was taken aback, I replied, "I'm a doctor, what's wrong with you?"
He answered as he stared at my beautiful camel's toe on my tight leggings, my nipples hardened when I saw this, he said as his face reddened, "It's quite personal, can I tell you after our coffee?"
I was concerned, but I agreed to this. After the coffee Bob went to his room and came back with his iPad, it was a health website, and it concerned the inflammation of a penis, I asked, "You have inflammation on your cock? "
He blushed and nodded in agreement. I asked, "Do you have discomfort or pain? When did this start?"
Bob answered, "It started two days ago when I came here. My balls feel heavy and my cock throbs, it's a funny sensation."
I asked, "When this happens are you thinking of a good looking girl?"
He really blushed now then said, "How do you know?"
I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Do you wank yourself, do you play with your cock, do you make yourself cum?"
He then whispered, "No."
I replied, "Bob, you have become a man, you must give yourself some relief. You have built up too much testosterone in your balls, and you must release it. Do you know how to do it? Who do you think of when this happens?"
He replied, "No, I have never done it, a lot of the guys at school are having sex, but I am still a virgin, I don't want to tell you who it is."
I replied, "Bob, in your interest, I would like to check this out, come with me to the bathroom and I will examine you there."
We went upstairs, and I helped him undress, there was a colossal outline in his boxer shorts, when we removed his boxers, there was this enormously thick and long half hard cock. I checked his balls, and they felt so full of cum, in my kindest voice I said as his cock was hardening with my touch, "Everything is good, I can give you some relief which will get rid of the inflammation?"
He replied, "I would like that."