I was a senior in high school. I wasn't the most popular guy in school but I did ok. I had had a steady girlfriend now and again but right now I was single and lonely. The cheerleaders thought it was fun to tease us poor boys until our balls were ready to explode. Today was one of those days. I couldn't wait to get home from school and up to my room. My cock ached and needed some relief. It was so hard it throbbed and wearing tight jeans only made the situation worse.
I parked by the curb and ran into the house. Mom was nowhere to be seen so I scooted right up to my room. I shut the door behind me and threw my books on the floor. I pulled my pants off and tossed them aside. I already felt a little better just getting out of those damn jeans. I flopped down on my bed and thought about the nice tits those hot cheerleaders have as I took my cock from my underwear and started slowly stroking it.
I was so absorbed in my fantasy that I didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs. I was lost in my imagination when the door to my room slowly opened. I was still flogging my meat when I heard her clear her throat.
"I'm sorry, Ken. I didn't meant to interrupt," Aunt Cecilia said as she stepped inside.
I sat upright in my bed grabbing for whatever I could find to cover my swollen cock. My face had to be every shade of red every invented. I was mortified to be caught jacking off by my mom's sister. I never gave a thought to the fact that she was coming for a visit this weekend when I got home. I was too busy trying to get my rocks off.
"Oh don't hide that beautiful prick," she pouted. "It is perfectly natural for a boy your age to enjoy himself as you were doing," she continued as she stepped closer to the bed. I was frozen. I didn't know what to do or say as Aunt Cecilia reached down and pulled away the pillow I had managed to cover myself with. Here I was, naked and throbbing in front of my Aunt. I wanted to find a hole to drop into but at the same time, my cock seemed to be getting harder. I have to admit; Aunt Cecilia was one good-looking chick, for her age. Her tits hadn't started to sag at all and she had kept herself in really good shape.
"Don't let me stop you," she said as if I could really continue with her watching me. I sat there; stunned. My cock was twitching, begging to be stroked. "Go on Ken. I want to watch you enjoying yourself. You obviously NEED it." She was right about that.
"I-I-I can't. Not with you watching me," I stammered.
"If you don't I'll tell your mother what I caught you doing," she threatened as she sat next to me on the bed. "Now just like you were," she coaxed as she took my hand from beside me and rested it on my cock. She wrapped her fingers around mine and started slowly moving up and down my shaft. After a couple of strokes she dropped her hand and just watched. "That's a good boy. Show your auntie how you play with your self."
At first I was self-conscious of what I was doing but soon my need won out and I was stroking for all I was worth. My hand was a blur as I flew up and down my cock. I was even hotter than when I got home from school. Having Aunt Cecilia watch made me hornier than the teasing cheerleaders had. Just as I was about to blow she grabbed my hand and pulled it from my cock.
