"Are you all packed and ready to go," my mom asked from the other room.
"Ugh, yes yes whatever. How long will y'all be gone again," I groaned back at her as I zipped up my backpack and suitcase.
"Don't give your mom an attitude, young man. Just because you're in college now doesn't mean you can take that tone of voice to your mother," my dad scolded me.
"We will only be gone for 2 months. It's our first trip away since you were born so we have to make up for some that we never got to take," my mom said.
"And why can't I just stay here? I'm an adult now, I can watch the house! I'm gonna be 20 years old in just a few months, why do I need to go stay with Aunt Julia? I can just stay here," I complained. I was in college now! I didn't need to be babysat by my aunt! I hadn't even seen her in years, not since I was a little kid. She probably didn't even remember me.
I walked out of my room with my packed bags and into the living room. My mom and dad were setting all their stuff by the door, ready to take it to the car. I walked out and put my suitcase in the trunk as my dad followed behind me with his luggage.
"No sir," my dad said sternly. "You may be an adult now but that doesn't mean that you have the maturity of one. We were in college once too so we know all the parties that you kids throw and we will not have our house be trashed by a bunch of frat boys."
"And besides, spending a summer with your Aunt could be fun," my mom tried to lift my spirits. She always tried to help people see the better side of things. "Y'all haven't gotten to spend time together in forever. She is really looking forward to this so try to enjoy it, sweetie!"
Once the car was fully loaded, we all got in and began our drive to my Aunt's place. I sat on the right seat of the bench, leaning against the window to take in the view of the rolling countryside. The lush forest flashed by and became streaks of greens and oranges out my window. When we finally arrived at the house, I grabbed my backpack and suitcase and walked to the driver's side window.
"Please, just take me back home. I don't even know Aunt Julia! What is she's weird," I pleaded.
"Watch your tone, young man," my mom said sternly. "That's my sister that you are talking about. Now I have had it with your complaining. You are going to go up those stairs and have a good time. Now you're father and I really have to go or we will miss out flight. Bye, sweetie!"
"Be good son," is all my father said before they peel off into the road and disappeared over the hill.
I sighed as I turned and reluctantly dragged my feet towards the steps before ringing the doorbell.
"Coming," I hear from behind the door, followed by footsteps clacking on hardwood growing ever louder. The click of a lock being unlatched is followed by the door being pulled open and standing before me was a beautiful woman that must have been in her mid to late 40s.
Her face was beautiful and framed by her wavy blonde hair that was up in a messy bun but let two loose strands that curved on either side of her face. Her defined clavicle acted as an arrowhead, pointing down to her enormous, wonderful, milky-white tits that didn't quite hang but rested on her chest. They were held together in a tight, low-cut white top that showed off ample cleavage as her boobs nearly spilled out of the top.
Her massive breasts were juxtaposed with her narrowing waist and toned stomach which naturally led your gaze down to the main attraction: her wide hips and plump meaty ass that was packed tightly in her shorts. I couldn't quite see it fully but it was large and round enough for me to see the curves of it on the sides.
"Um, Aunt Julia?" I asked, unsure of just who this gorgeous woman was standing in front of me.
"Hi, Kyle! You probably don't remember me too well, it's been so long!" She pulled me into a tight hug and I felt her round tits squeeze between us and against my chest. "It's so good to see you, you've grown so much!" She released me from her soft embrace and looked me up and down, remarking at what a man I was becoming.
"It's good to see you too, Aunt Julia." I was a bit taken aback. How was this... my Aunt? She was a supermodel and she had the figure of a goddess! Was I dreaming?
"Here, come in come in," she said as she stepped back and turned around, beckoning me to follow her. Her hips swayed and her ass jiggled with each step she took. I followed her like a lost puppy or a cartoon being drawn in by the smell of pie.
She stopped suddenly and I bumped into her, pushing my groin against her ass a bit as I did so. It was soft and firm, warm and warm to the touch. "Oh, I knew I left this somewhere. Gosh, I can be so oblivious and forgetful I swear," she said as she bent over to pick up her purse, pushing her firm ass against my crotch, rubbing it just slightly before straightening back up and continuing down the hall, wiggling back and forth unintentionally causing her ass cheeks to wobble like jello. I had never seen such a strong display of pure sexuality and lust. She didn't even realize what she did or at least she didn't acknowledge it.
We walked down the hall and she showed me to the room that I would be staying in. She stopped at the door as I entered the bedroom, setting my suitcase and backpack down. "You go ahead and get settled in and I'll make some lunch!" She stepped out and walked down the hall as I lay in bed and pulled out my phone.
'Damn, what the fuck was that in the hallway?' Did she rub her ass on me on purpose or is she really that oblivious to her surroundings? Whatever it is, I was hard as fuck and needed to do something about it. 'I bet I could beat one out real quick before lunch is ready' I thought to myself. I pulled my dick out and stealthily jerked it under the blanket with one hand while I held my phone with the other one.
"Hey, Kyle." My door swung open and my sexy aunt walked in so casually, much to my surprise and despair. However, she seemed to not notice what was going on under my blankets. "I'm just about finished with lunch and then I remembered that I hadn't finished cleaning your room! I'm sorry about the mess!"
She began to pick up things off of the floor and clean the desk before walking to where I was lying. I continued to slowly masturbate while she did this, trying my best to keep it hidden but I can't imagine that she couldn't see the shifting blanket. I watched her ass move around the room, bouncing and jiggling each time she took a step.
"Oh honey, are you alright," she asked, gesturing towards my hand moving under the blanket.
"Oh, uh, yeah." Shit, I had to think of something quick. "I just had an itch that I needed to scratch."
"Oh, let me help you dear." She approached me and sat on the edge of the bed, making a large dent with her bottom. She reached out her hand to where my movement was coming from and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock which she mistakenly took as my wrist. "Is your wrist itchy dear? I can't help you scratch it."
She formed a tight grip around my aching manhood and began to rub up and down, sending shocking waves of pleasure through me. My face scrunched up in a mix of intense pleasure and a hint of pain from the insane grip she had on me.