"Sorry to bother you," Emma repeated again.
"It's okay," I smiled at her, "If anything happens again, call me."
With a wave of my hand, I turned around and walked down the street.
It was a warm April day; a light breeze gently touched my face and body. I passed Jefferson Street, past the magnolia bushes. A sweetish smell hit my nostrils. Jackie lived here; she was my mother's work colleague. Once I was fixing her laptop too. Jackie is about 40 but have a very youthful appearance.
An image flashed in my memory: Jackie in a white top and short shorts. Weather was especially hot that day and she didn't wear a bra, so I could see the nipples showing through her top.
I felt my dick was hardening on. God! I wish I could slap those nipples with my schlong!
There was no one at home, probably my mother and stepfather left somewhere on their own business. I made myself an orange juice and went into the living room. I turned on the air conditioner. A large, almost the entire wall, French window of the living room overlooked the south side and during the day the air warmed up rather quickly, especially in such sunny weather. It was very bright here. The living room space was literally flooded with sunlight.
It looks like the spring mood and thoughts of Jackie did the job, so I sat down on the sofa, casually pulled my dick out and started jerking off.
Suddenly my cellphone rang. I jumped on the spot, and without dressing I ran to the kitchen where the phone was lying. For some reason, I began to fuss terribly when I was interrupted at such moments. My penis, which had already considerably increased in size, but had not yet acquired a stone hardness, dangled between my legs.
Mom called.
"Hi dear. How do you feel?"
I was pretty annoyed to be honest. Didn't love when I was interrupted in the process.
Without waiting for an answer, my mother continued:
"Aunt Rebecca asks for help."
In fact, she was not my aunt, just what my mother called her. Rebecca has been a close friend of our family for a very long time. She often stayed at our house and I had a pretty good relationship with her. Well, almost like with a real aunt, except for the fact that sometimes I got pretty horny talking to her. In her 40s she looked very good. Big tits, nice tight ass, short haired blond. Truly busty MILF. Of course, I tried not to show it when talking with her. But I spent quite a lot of time imagining Aunt Rebecca and working out my hardon.
Rebecca was divorced and had a daughter named Karina who was about 20 just like me, but somehow, we never really talked with her. Besides, for the past few years she has been in college in another part of the country.
So, Rebecca had some troubles with her laptop. And although I was not eager to go somewhere again, I haven't seen Rebecca for several weeks at that time. And as I said earlier, we've always got along well. But maybe it was a mistake to go to Rebecca with my libido over the edge...
I knocked; aunt Rebecca opened the door. She was wearing a light blue blouse and tight jeans.
"Oh hi, I was just waiting for you."
We hugged; I felt a light floral scent of her perfume. Her breasts pressed up against me. Damn, maybe I should have emptied my balls before going to Rebecca's house.
I went into the living room. An unfamiliar long-haired girl was sitting at the coffee table.
"Karina came home for the weekend. Do you remember her?" said Rebecca.
"Oh yes, sure. Hi, Karina." Actually, I last saw Karina a few years ago and I must say she has changed a lot since that time. Blue leggings tightly hugged her bottom, a top with short sleeves and a large neckline exposed her breasts, which were no less than her mother's.
"Hey," Karina smiled.
"Would you like something to drink?" asked aunt Rebecca.
"No, thanks," I answered a little harshly, "I don't have much time. Let's take a look at your laptop right away."
I actually wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The presence of two hot ladies (one of whom was my aunt!) was not at all relaxing. I needed to bust a nut, badly.
"Oh, ok," Rebecca seemed a little offended. Probably surprised by my harsh answer. She expected that we would sit and chat over a cup of tea as many times before.