I was loading my car with items I had just bought, when I heard a voice across the car park calling my name, "Pete, Peter, over here!"
I turned my head towards the sound and could see a woman waving her arm and looking in my direction, "Pete hi, it's me."
It was my aunt, I've, well, we've never gotten along with each other, she hates me and I don't really like her that much.
She thinks I'm a lazy slob, and I in turn think she's a stuck up rich bitch. She does nothing but shop and spends her husband's money.
She is forty four years old, slim, long blond hair, always wears short skirts to show off her tanned Shapley long legs. Her boobs, I think are around thirty four inches, and her waist is very slim, something like twenty four inches. She is very good looking, although I wouldn't admit it to her face. She always has a tan. She goes to the gym every other day, has lunches with her friends, and plays tennis at a club, where I think she socialises more than actually play's.
As for me, well, I've just turned nineteen, and I also do work out, but just twice a week. I work in a glazers shop fixing windows, cutting up glass all the usual things you expect in a glazing shop.
Anyhow, I make out that this is my aunt and walk over to her to see what she wanted. I get to her and said, "Hi aunt Catharine."
She looked at me as if I was the hired help, "Stupid car won't start, don't know what's wrong with it, and don't care. Put these bags in your car and take me home?"
I huffed, as my shoulders dropped, I looked at her and said, "I have work to go to, I'll be late, can't you call uncle or the recovery people?"
"No, I'm not hanging around here, come on, come on; grab that bag over there."
Looked like I had no choice again, so I picked up the bag on the ground and she was already halfway to my car. I slowly walked back to my car, and by this time she was already sitting in it.
I get into the driver's seat and she asked, "Did you get the bags from the boot?"
I looked at her with despair, "What!"
"There's a couple of bags in the boot. Go get them."
Thinking to myself 'for fuck sake,' no please or will you. Just orders, like I'm her personal servant.
I retrieve the other bags and we drove off.
My aunt's home was a bit off route for me, but as I said, I had no choice. Although a nice warm, sunny day outside, it was a cold air that filled the car, not from the air con either, all the way in the car on the journey to her place, nothing unusual for me; I was used to her being cold and unwelcoming. She never asks me how I am, how I'm doing at work, or anything about me, she just doesn't care for me at all.
As if in a huff and angry with me she asked, "Why aren't you at work anyway, have you got fired?"
I had the morning off, and was only required for the afternoon, but my reply to her was just a simple, "No."
She shakes her head and makes 'tut tut' noises. Then everything was quite again, ten minutes later we arrived at her place. I unload the car, placing her bags on the ground.
"Don't just leave them there stupid, bring them in!" Again tut'ing and walked off to the front door.
I took in the bags, and dropped them inside the front door, where I heard her shout out, "Bring them in here, the kitchen, don't leave them there."
I shout out to her, "I'm already late!"
Without even hearing what I said, she called out, "All of them, on the table here."
I picked up the bags reluctantly, and took them through to the kitchen. Being in a mood and wanting to get out of there I quickly threw the bags onto the kitchen counter, where my aunt was standing across from.
A cry from my aunt, "Be careful with that one, it's got the wine bottles in..."
As she said that, the bag landed with a crash. And a bottle broke tearing through the bag and splattered over my aunt, covering her top.
"Shit, sorry." I looked at her.
"You fuckin stupid idiot, I told you to be careful. What's the matter with you?" Aunt Catharine's face looked as red as the wine stained top she was wearing.
She started to take her top off, and undid her bra, throwing them onto the counter. Grabbed hold of a hand towel and started to wipe her-self down.
I instinctively looked at her boobs, and thought 'shit they were nice'. Beautifully round shape, tanned with no tan lines to show. I knew she wasn't shy, she must bathe topless. The other thing that stuck out like a sore thumb, were her nipples, biggest I'd seen on any woman. She also had a diamond stud in her belly button, and I was pretty sure it was real.
She was wiping herself down almost like I wasn't there. Then all of a sudden she looked up at me and said, "Have you never seen a pair of tit before, stupid boy?"
Well yes I have, but not hers.
I looked away, and apologised again. She must have stepped onto some glass, and I heard a loud, "Ouch, shit, fuck."
And she asked, "Come round here, and give me a hand? My toe is bleeding."
I walked round to her side and she put an arm around my shoulder. Lifted her foot up and picked out a splint of glass and dabbed her toe with the towel.
Her tit was pressing into my side; I could not help but look at it. Aunt Catharine caught me looking again and said, "You dirty little perve, just take me upstairs?"
We got to the top landing and she asked, "Take me into my bedroom, and fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom."
I took her in and she sat on the bed. I ran into the bathroom to find the first aid kit and brought it to her.
She asked, "Does a stupid boy know how to dress a wound?"
I answered in a raised voice, "Yes, and I'm not stupid. I said I was sorry, okay!"
Aunt Catharine looked at me not in shock, but just amused I think, "My, my, little boy has a voice then," and lightly patted me on my face.
I began to use the disinfectant and then apply a strip of plaster to her toe. And as I finished, she patted my face again, "Well done, you're not as stupid as you come across, hey?"
I moved my face away in anger, and said again, "I'm not stupid, okay?"
Aunt Catharine then in a girly voice said, "Ah, there, there, have I touched a nerve?"
I could not help it but my eye's looked back her tits. Obviously she saw me and said, "You really are a pervert, I'm sure you've seen better on your computer, have you not?"
Then out of the blue, she smiled and her hand flashed across to my groin, as she said, "What if I touch you here?"
She grabbed my cock and held on to it tightly, and said, "How do you feel now, stupid boy?"
As soon as she said that, the expression on her face went from a smile to one of amazement. Her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
I could not move. I grabbed her by the wrist, and asked, "Please let go aunty?"
She didn't let go, she squeezed harder, a broader smile appeared on her face, "Come on, tell aunty how it feels, stupid boy?"
I said nothing, staring at her. Again she squeezed, "Tell aunty how it feels?"
She was just antagonising me into saying something, but I didn't know what she wanted to hear, so the first thing that came into my head was, "It feels good." Why did I say that, I don't know why I said that, shit!
Without letting go, but squeezing my cock in pulses, said, "Feels good does it? And does a stupid boy know how to use this thing?" still pulsing her fist.
My face was feeling flushed, "I said, I'm not stupid, don't call me stupid."
My cock was getting harder, and I said, "Yes I have a girlfriend!"
Aunty smiled, "O.. you have a girlfriend."
Then she said, "Okay, I'll tell you what, I won't call you stupid, okay?"
I replied, "Okay."
Aunt then carried on, "Okay, I won't call you stupid, if...If, you show me this cock?"
I was stupefied, and replied, "What!!"
"Show me this cock?" squeezing it, "And I won't call you stupid."
"No, I, I, don't think..."
Aunt squeezed it really hard, "I'm actually teasing you, Peter. I'm not asking you to show me this cock. I'm ordering you to. You've seen my tits, and now I want to see your cock! Okay?"
Her grip was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Yeah, okay, okay." I said.
She released it and then placed both hands behind her onto the bed, "Come on then, get it out?"
Her tits standing proud in front of her, god she looked nice. I kicked off my trainers, untied my belt buckle, dropped my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. I had boxers on underneath. But because I was hard, my cock-head was sticking out, well above the waistband and beyond my bellybutton. And because I had my tee shirt on, my aunt could not see it.
"Well done, now, okay, take your top off first?" My aunt asked.
I replied with an anxious question in my voice, "But you only asked to see my cock?"
"Don't be so stupid, just take it off?"
I questioned her, "You said you won't call me stupid?"
My aunt looked straight into my eyes with a very stern look on her face, "I said I won't call you stupid if I see your cock! And I haven't seen your cock yet stupid!"
She then raised her foot in front of my cock, indicating that she'd kick it, and asked, "Do you want this? Or are you taking your top off?"
I stepped back and said, "Okay, okay." I took my tee shirt off, she saw my cock sticking out above my boxers.
A loud gasp from my aunty as she saw my cock; "Fuckin hell Peter, what the fuck is that?"
She leant forward, and pulled down my boxers, and another gasp, "Shit boy, remind me, how old are you?"
She knew how old I was but I answered her anyway, "Nineteen... I turned nineteen last month."
Her eyes were straining in their sockets, she kept staring, "Is that you or have you strapped something on?"
I was lost for words, I wasn't sure what she was asking, "I don't know what you mean, what do you mean strapped on?"