Mike was 18. His aunt Joyce was single and 35 when this happened at her small apartment in Surrey some 32 years ago. She is now 67 and her favorite nephew is till "Mickey"... that's what she calls me till this day...
Just a few months before my visit to aunt Joyce's apartment, I have been exploring the pleasures of playing with my rapidly growing manhood... that got hard and erect so readily... almost as if it has a mind of its own. I was so proud and aware of my cock that when fully erect was already 7 1/2 inches in length and with a good girth... I took to masturbating at least once a day after becoming addicted to the sensations I felt when I came and it spurted gooey, milky cum.
At about this time, I also became fascinated by the aroma, texture and taste of the mucous-like moisture that I found in my sister's panties. I used to wait eagerly for my mom or sisters to leave their 'soiled' panties in the laundry basket in the bathroom. I spent so many happy evenings playing with my growing cock with their panties at my nostrils... drawing deep breath... the unforgettable intoxicating aroma of pussy juice and urine... a heady concoction from those panties... and how I would lick the mucous-like discharge with its unique taste and texture... and at the same time pumping my growing cock so hard until I came. Sometimes I wrapped the crotch of the panties around my cock as I stroked away... imagining that it was my sisters' pussies that I was pounding.
I even ended up leaving some of my gooey cum on the crotches of the panties fantasizing that my hot sperm was mixing with my sisters' pussy juice... Indeed I had a very fertile imagination and an over-active cock... Sometimes I even got hold of my sister's bra... which when sweaty also smelled so good especially after their sports session... paying special attention to the inner points of the two cups... imagining the tits that they held and the hard erect nipples rubbing against the lining just moments ago... I alternated between using the panties or the bras wrapped around my cock when I stroked myself.
Occasionally I would even put on the bra to watch myself in the mirror as I slip my hand underneath the cup and squeeze my own flat chest and nipples... imagining that they were my sisters tits and nipples... I would also put on their panties so that my erect cock would be where their hot wet pussies were, sometimes leaving a wet patch of pre-cum at the crotch... I would get so hard that when I came it seemed to go on forever. Such were the joys I discovered of playing with myself and learning all the 'triggers' of sight, smell, taste and touch that would send me over the edge and enhance the fulfillment I sought when I climaxed...
This was the extent of my sex-related activities up to my visit to aunt Joyce's. It was the summer break way back in 1969 when my parents sent me off to aunt Joyce's small apartment in Surrey as they were going off on an overseas trip with my two sisters... aunt Joyce was my mom's younger sister. She was 35 at that time and a schoolteacher at a local school. I found out later that she remained single after she broke up with her fiancΓ© who married another girl, breaking my poor aunt's heart... She was very soft-spoken and always dressed very conservatively although at that time, as a young lad with raging hormones, even my conservatively dressed aunt looked very sexy to me... in fact at that time, any female, young or old held such fascination for me.
I was put on a train from Manchester and I was met at the station by my aunt who looked so prim and proper in a simple sleeveless summer dress which she, to my hormone driven adolescent mind, filled so well especially the way the bodice of her dress was pushed out by her large tits. The material of the dress was rather sheer and I could see the faint outline of her two nipples at the apex. Perhaps it was just my imagination. As we walked to the car, I could see the way her hips swiveled and the nice rounded bottom of her ass cheeks. Swaying rhythmically, mesmerizing my young mind. Involuntarily, my young cock with a mind of its own was already beginning to twitch at the sight of the nipples and swaying bottom.
As she bent over to place my luggage in the boot of the car, I could not help but look down the cleavage of her dress. The beautiful sight of the top of two large tits, which were half exposed, as her bra was the half-cup type, rewarded me. I was already quite an expert of bras with all that masturbating I did with my mom and sisters' bras. When she got into the car before me, my eager eyes eagerly followed the sight of her inner creamy white thighs as they parted and the hemline moved up as she sat down.. My cock twitched again and the bulge it made in my pants was becoming uncomfortably obvious. Was I imagining things or I saw her looking at my bulge?
We made small talk on the way back as I kept stealing glances at the lower part of her open sleeve since her arm was raised on the steering wheel. I could catch glimpses of her tit and the edge of her bra as she drove and this made me even harder until I started fidgeting to try ease my cock into a more comfortable position but to no avail. 'Are you OK Mickey?' as she glanced down to the bulge between my legs... I blushed and answered " I am alright... just a bit tired"... "hmmm... you better go to bed early tonight after dinner"
When we got to her apartment, which was basically a single bedroom unit with a sitting room and a kitchenette, she took my bags straight to the bedroom, which had a medium sized bed. "Well, young man, I am afraid that we will have to share the room or else it's the couch for you. Is that OK??" she asked. "Its Ok aunt Joyce... I don't mind sharing. I always sleep like a log. Mom says that I will get burnt alive in case that's a fire" She laughed and said "Don't worry Mickey... in case there is a fire, we will both be burnt alive because when I take my sleeping pills, I can sleep through an earthquake"
That statement made me so excited because it opened up the prospect of all the devious things I could do when she was asleep under the influence of her sleeping pills.