Aunt Jem
By Darius Thornhill
Chapter 1.
My Aunt Jem exudes a kind of sexual magnetism that connects directly with my cock. And she has the most delightfully attractive cunt. I discovered this, and many other unexpected things about her, at the end of my first year at university.
I was back then a normal, always randy, 19-year-old who had his fair share of 'friends with added benefits' with whom I enjoyed some rampant carnal activity. I had no permanent attachment to anyone so, as the end of term at my college in England approached, I was thinking about going home when I received a call from my mother.
"Andy darling! How are you?"
"I'm fine mum thanks. Looking forward to coming home. How are you and dad?"
"We're both OK thanks. I was just calling to tell you that we have a small problem here. You remember the alterations we're having done to the house?"
"Yes -- the extension."
"Well, the builders have let us down and are over-running. It isn't going to be finished for another three weeks, which means there is no spare bedroom at the moment."
"Oh, OK. Well, I can sleep in the lounge."
"It is full of stuff from the other rooms, but anyway I think we can do better than that if you don't mind. Aunt Jem has plenty of room and she's invited you down for as long as you need to be there."
I must admit that my heart (or was it my hormones?) spiked when I thought of staying with my aunt. Jemima, or Jem for short, was my mother's sister. She was a couple of years younger than my mum and a very attractive and somewhat Bohemian woman. The warmth of her smile could light up a room and she was always more like a friend to me -- a partner in crime -- than a formal aunt. And then there was the fact that whenever she was near me she radiated a sensual heat that made my cock sit up and take notice.
She lived with her son Mark in a large house overlooking the sea on the south coast of England. I'd always loved visiting her. Part of this was the freedom of being near the sea and a broad expanse of beach that was perfect for kite surfing. Another part of it was that Aunt Jem liked to wear the skimpiest of brief bikinis on the beach and sometimes around the house too. I'd spent many surreptitious hours admiring her perfect feminine curves while she splashed in the shallows or walked on the beach.
"Are you sure she won't mind?" I asked my mum.
"Of course she won't mind! I've already called her and she's looking forward to you going down. Your cousin Mark is working away so he won't be there -- Jem will enjoy your company."
So that was settled. We chatted on for a while about family and other stuff and then rang off. As the thought sank in I realised this could be the start of a perfect summer, but then another thought struck; I'd have plenty of time alone with Aunt Jem. She had never married and the identity of Mark's father was something that wasn't discussed in the family. Reflecting on the next few days, or hopefully weeks, I could see how it was going to be both stimulating and frustrating.
Later that evening, after I'd finished packing my stuff ready for travelling the next day I was lying on my bed with my hand in my pants idly playing with myself while thinking about my aunt. Last summer I remembered her walking across the beach wearing a brief black bikini with tie sides and top. I fantasised that the knots would slip undone and she'd be naked. In this daydream she was walking towards me - but was always just out of reach. Then I caught myself wondering if it was wrong to think of her that way.
But hormones are stronger than common sense and I felt no guilt lusting after her. After all, I wasn't doing any harm - it was only a fantasy. The vision continued and, as my cock grew in my hand, I automatically started the long, slow sensuous strokes that led to a faster rhythm as dream Jem came nearer and nearer. On cue her bikini bottoms slipped down her legs and she stepped out of them. I could clearly see the details of her smooth pubic mound and the top of the cleft of her vulva, which vanished enticingly between her smooth thighs. I looked up to see dream Jem smiling softly as if she approved of, and was excited by, my arousal. I came then like I hadn't done for a long time, spurting and spurting onto my chest and up to my chin. Afterwards I lay back grinning to myself while I continued to stroke my cock slowly.
Before I fell into a day-dreamy doze I considered what I felt about my aunt. I didn't feel even vaguely guilty. She might be my aunt but she was a very sexy woman, and besides, this was all in my head. I couldn't imagine how it might ever become reality.
Chapter 2.
Jem welcomed me with a huge friendly hug which crushed her lovely firm body against mine. She was wearing a pair of those brief shorts which are tight around the bum cheeks but have loose legs. They were the perfect combination for showing off a shapely bottom and offering the temptation to slip your hands up the loose legs to discover the delights within. Her halter-neck top left enough or her smooth shoulders and tummy exposed while also emphasising her small breasts with a just a hint of nipple showing through. She hugged me tightly, pressing her body against mine and leaving me breathless for a few seconds.
"Andy! You're here! Are you all right? You look a bit... funny?"
"Yes Aunt Jem. I'm fine thanks. It feels great... to be here," I stammered.
"Oh you can drop the 'Aunt' bit now -- you're not a boy anymore. Just call me Jem," she said, smiling with that wonderful warmth of hers.
"Well, OK... Jem". Calling her by her first name felt strange and rather intimate.
"Come on in and drop your stuff in the spare bedroom. Would you like a drink?"
I said I would and a few minutes later we were sitting on loungers on her sunny balcony sipping long, cooling and mildly alcoholic drinks, which made the day feel warm and fuzzy. The nearness of her smooth and shapely legs and the tightness of her top which emphasised her cleavage made it hard not to stare. I was afraid that I would embarrass myself if I looked too much and my cock decided to take an interest. I tried hard not to be too obvious but it was difficult to drag my eyes away from her very feminine charms.
We chatted about what she was doing in life; how her son Mark - who was the same age as me - was getting on at his new job; how I was enjoying university; how my mum and dad were - all the usual family stuff. Then the conversation turned more personal as Jem asked me about girlfriends.
"Well there's no one special," I said. "But a have a few good friends I go out with sometimes."
"Friends with benefits you mean?"
"Aunt Jem!"
"Its Jem, and you don't have to be shy with me!"
Maybe the alcohol helped me drop my guard, or perhaps it was the relaxing sun and her very attractive body which did the trick but I suddenly found I didn't have any inhibitions with her.
"Yes, then... I have a couple of 'friends' who enjoy my company - and sometimes we..." I hesitated, wondering how to complete the sentence.
"Fuck," she said, straight out. I must have looked shocked because she continued, "Call it what it is Andy."
"OK, well then - we er... fuck," I said awkwardly. Jem giggled and I laughed too, with relief I think, because now I felt I could discuss anything with her.
"That's good to know Andy because I have a surprise for you and wasn't sure you'd like it.
"A surprise?"
"Yes. We've been invited to a party this evening. A rather special kind of party." She looked at me with a provocative smile on her face.
