It was the end of the semester and I had come home for the summer. My mother was a working woman. I usually had the house to myself. I loved to run around the house naked and use my time jacking off to the sex sites on my computer. It was fun being twenty years old and having fun with my cock. I had lots of fun at college, but my girlfriend there lived across the country from me, so I was fucking horny as they come. Jerking my meat was all I could do to keep from going crazy without sex. Then things changed.
My mother was forty-two years old and quite a beautiful woman. I would have done her in a minute but I had never got a vibe that she was into that. I had never made a move on her. She was the oldest child in her family. Personally, I was an only child, and perhaps a little spoiled because of it. I had always got whatever I wanted. To a certain extant, of course. We were not rich people. But mom did well enough after dad had died. We were happy enough.
Mom's family was her father and mother, and two sisters, younger than she. Both were in their late thirties. Aunt Jennifer, or Jen as we all called her, had been married and divorced twice. She had a daughter eighteen years old. My other aunt was Pauline, or Polly, and she had never been married. Some in the family talked about her behind her back, contemplating how she had lived on and off with many women in her life. I could not have cared less. I thought it cool having a lesbian in the family. I just hoped she was happy.
Anyway, during the summer Aunt Jen decided to come for a visit. It was mom's slow period so she could take some time and have some fun with her little sister. I liked Aunt Jen. She was what they called a free spirit. She had always been a hoot to be around. And she was great to look at too. The women in my family all kept in great shape. It must have been genetic. Even my grandmother, at sixty-three, was still not too bad to think about in bed. So Aunt Jen was basically hot. Her tits were shaped like my mom's. About a 34c which was all I ever wanted. Her hair was the family light brown, long and wavy. I loved her. I loved my whole family.
She appeared on a weekend when mom was home and they spent hours jabbering away like the women in the family always did, both talking at the same time, neither listening to the other, but basically just enjoying each other's company. I could only sit and listen and smile at the pretty women in my life. At last it was time for me to go up to bed. I always took a shower in the evening before bed. I hated waking up with a shower. Something about it just made me feel tired before I had even started the day.
Mom and Jen were still talking and having a little red wine. I went upstairs to my room, changed to just a towel, and went down the hall to the bathroom for my shower. Mom was on the main floor in the master bedroom. Jen would be staying in the guest room next to mine, and sharing the bathroom with me. Not a problem.
I was singing in the shower in a few minutes. I always did that. It made my good voice sound great. I didn't hear anything but I felt a slight breeze as the door opened.
"Don't worry, kid. It's just me. I have to pee. Don't peek! Can't hold it anymore."
Aunt Jen! Damn, my cock started getting hard thinking of her pulling her panties down and sitting on the pot with her piss flowing out of her pussy. I cheated. I peeked. Damn, those great legs were spread as she wiped her cunt with the tissue. She was looking down and didn't see me. I was going to have to jerk off now. I started stroking even before she left the room.
But she didn't! She pulled the curtain back, saw me holding my boner, and grinned like hell.
"You little perv! Getting off thinking of your aunt! Should I tell Marge? Your mom would love to hear about this."
And she laughed with the cackle all the women in the family had. My cock started getting soft.
"Oh, did I scare him? Here, let me help you out Billy."
Oh, holy hell! She reached out and grabbed my cock and began stroking it hard again. I was lost. What should I do? I knew. Let her do it. Hell, I was not about to stop a beautiful woman from giving me a hand job. It took about a minute and I was shooting against the shower wall, watching my come being washed down the drain and Jen was still cackling with glee. She wiped her hands after washing them off, grinned at me, and left the room, probably to go to bed.
So my aunt had given me a hand job. Did this mean something? Could I imagine something else happening? I went to sleep with another hard on in my hand, thinking of Aunt Jen, but she was naked and had her legs spread for me to see her cunt. I had great dreams that night.
