After that night at the hotel when aunt Helen and I played with ourselves in front of each other, we took the plane to London, where we spent a week with my parents. Their constant presence during our stay made it certain nothing sexual would happen between us.
Still, what had happened between me and my aunt had sparked a new, more intimate relationship. Sharing our most vulnerable and intimate moments had made us more comfortable around each other, more willing to share... and to expose ourselves. We both trusted that what was going on would forever remain between us.
The second night at my parents, when we were all ready to sleep in our respective bedrooms, my phone buzzed. It was a message from aunt Helen, with a picture attached.
She had taken a picture of herself lying in her bed, holding the phone close to her face to offer me a perspective from her point of view. The lights were off, but the city lights from outside offered a clear enough picture. She was naked, her legs slightly spread, her left hand resting on her thigh, close to her intimacy. The text that came with the picture said :
"not really feeling sleepy... any idea what I could do to relax? ;)"
I immediately felt my arousal grow, but hesitated for a moment before I replied. Since our night at the hotel, we hadn't yet talked about what had happened, and at this point, I wasn't sure if it was going anywhere. But this message made it clear this wasn't a one time "accident." I decided to go all in on the reply :
"Hm... I hear a good orgasm can help :)"
Her next message didn't take long :
"very good idea... I might just do that... good night nathan"
My aunt was in the room right next to mine. Knowing exactly what she was doing right at that moment and trying to picture her made me rock hard. She wasn't the only one that would need some release before going to sleep...
During the rest of our stay in London, unbeknownst to my parents, we continued exchanging some playful, teasing texts, sometimes with intimate pictures, but acted like nothing was going on when we were actually together.
It was finally during the return trip that we talked about our situation and decided to set some clear rules. Aunt Helen had told me :
"I love what we have going on between us, but we have to set some boundaries."
"Of course," I'd said, nodding.
"Watching each other is one thing, but we will never have any sexual contact... That would be going too far."
"I was thinking the same thing."
And I sincerely was. I had never been so aroused as when we showed off in front of each other, but she was still my aunt, and I didn't feel comfortable at all with the idea of actually having sex with her. I was glad we were on the same page.
We continued exchanging very explicit messages in the following days. I wanted to actually see her, but since she was the older one and the one who had initiated the whole thing, I decided to wait for her to make the first move. About a week after our return to the US, she invited me home. It was a saturday morning. We lived pretty close to each other, making it possible for me to go to her place at a moment's notice.
We shared a nice breakfast, after which she went for a quick shower. I sat in the living room and browsed social media on my phone for a couple of minutes, until I realized the noise coming from the shower was pretty loud. I looked upstairs, where the bathroom was, and saw the door wide open...
The invitation was pretty clear. I put the phone in my pocket and eagerly climbed the stairs. Aunt Helen had a large bathroom, and her shower didn't need a curtain. As I stood on the bathroom's threshold, I saw my aunt standing under the stream, the reflections on her dripping body highlighting her delicious feminine curves..
There was a small chair facing the shower. Biting my lower lip as I stared at my aunt's gorgeous body, I walked in and sat on the chair she had placed there just for me. She briefly looked at me, and then proceeded to wash herself. She shampooed her hair and sensually massaged her head, turning around to give me a view of her body from all angles. She was breathtaking.
Once she was done, she began soaping up her body. At a loss for words, I watched her massage herself, spending extra time on her chest. Her nipples grew fully erect as she groped her breasts in front of me. Eventually, she moved down towards her legs. She looked into my eyes as she began delicately washing her intimacy, and even let out a small moan that reverberated in the large bathroom.
After she finished showering, she asked for her towel. It was right next to my chair, I grabbed it and handed it to her. I sat again and proceeded to watch my aunt dry her body and her hair. She hung her towel. Standing naked in front of me, she said with a smile :
"I had never showered in front of an audience." We both chuckled. "I like the way you look at me. It makes me feel sexy... and maybe a little aroused."
I smiled. I knew where this was going.
"I feel like... playing with myself right now," she said, teasingly.
She walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She had also placed a chair there, facing her bed. It looked like she had really thought this through. I followed her and sat. I could barely contain my excitement. All I had been dreaming about these past few days was watching my sexy aunt touch herself again. My erection was pressing hard against my underwear and jeans.
She climbed on her bed and lied down on her back, facing me, then slowly spread her legs, offering me a perfect view of her beautiful sex. I could see she was already wet down there.
"You're a naughty young man... Your aunt tells you she is going to play with herself, and you follow her into her bedroom?"
I chuckled. She asked :
"So... I take it you want to watch me masturbate?"
"Y-yeah..."
With one hand on her breast and the other between her legs, she began groping and caressing herself, not repressing any moans. I watched her draw small circles around her erect clitoris. She then let go of her breast, and proceeded to finger herself while she continued rubbing her vulva.
