It's a pig getting home from work. It's two bus journeys and on the last part I have to walk past that T-shirt factory where my Aunt Rose works. On hot days, there's usually a few women having a cigarette or a drink out on the steps, and they always shout rude remarks at me as I walk past. I try not to look at their provocative, languorous bodies clad only in their work-coats.
Today was the hottest day we've had this year, and for once I was glad I was only in shorts. I was glad to get home though. Something strange happened today and I was still all wound up about it.
I'm the only male in a warehouse of females, all of them old enough to be my mother. While I was packing boxes on the line this morning, Mrs. Meyer, the woman I sit next to, put her hand up my shorts and started to play with me. I tried hard to concentrate on my packing, because Mr. Snafe, the Foreman, was watching us and counting the number of boxes we pack in an hour. But the soft touch of her hand fumbling though my boxer shorts was really turning me on, and soon she was massaging my huge boner. I think she might have brought me off, except Mr. Snafe barked an order at her, and suddenly her hand was gone. I was really turned on for the rest of the shift.
My shift ended an hour before hers, so at 3.00PM I got up and left, carefully overlooked by Snafe, and only by careful tweaking was I able to hide my erection before getting up off my stool. I knew all the other women would laugh if they saw me.
So here I was, on this red-hot afternoon, letting myself quietly in through the back door, desperate for the touch of my hand, the escape that a long hard wank will bring. I knew both my mother and Aunt Rose would still be at work, so I went up the stairs and was about to go into my bedroom when I heard a noise. I stopped, my heart beating like a train. There it was again, that noise! Bedsprings squeaking, and it was coming from Aunt Rose's bedroom. Her door was a little open.
Had Aunt Rose got off her shift early too?
Slowly, and very quietly, I crept to her door and peeked in. To my surprise I saw her through the mirror. Aunt Rose's a beautiful mature woman, and seeing her lying there across the bed was quite a thrill. Her housecoat lay open, exposing the full expanse of her naked body. The bed was still creaking, and I looked harder to find out why. Then I realised. Her head was back beside the pillow, her eyes were closed. But she had her legs wide open, and was pushing her fingers hard in and out of herself as fast as she could go, her breasts wobbling with the movement that was making the springs squeak. With her free hand she was rolling her fingers round and round her nipple, and she was making these deep, snorting sounds.
All the pent-up sex of the day washed through me, and I felt myself getting a huge erection again. I continued to watch, fascinated. Her bunched fingers were all shiny and wet, and she was really whacking them into herself, as hard as she could. My hand slipped up my shorts and grabbed at my cock, which had burrowed itself out from under my boxers and was stretching down my leg. I love the touch of my hot cock on my cool skin. I pulled at it gently, admiring the naked sweating shape of my Aunt's body as she came close to her orgasm. I heard her breathing, her snorting, growing louder, and then at last she started to cry out quietly.
"Yesssss, yesss!!" she gasped, and her thrashings got wilder and her legs stretched further apart. Suddenly her whole body shook, three, four, five times, and then her hand fell away from her breast and she gave out a huge, over-sexed sigh.
