After Aunt Jen came for her visit, I was missing the loving we had made. I was still at home from college after my sophomore year. Being twenty I was always horny. Jen had really given me something to dream about and think of while I jerked my boner in my bedroom. I found myself thinking more and more of my mother sleeping downstairs in the master bedroom. It's hard to say what might have happened if my Aunt Pauline, or Polly, hadn't decided to come and visit us too.
This was the hometown of my family. My grandparents lived across town. It was not unusual for all of the girls, Aunt Jen, Aunt Polly, Olivia my cousin and Jen's daughter, to come for visits, especially since the old folks could no longer travel. My grandfather had been getting more and more senile. So Gram had to stay home with him all the time, but the girls all visited them often. My mother went over at least once a week. I did too.
Anyway, it was easier for visitors to stay at our house so as not to be a burden on Gram. And Aunt Polly had now put in her appearance. She was going to spend a few days in the same bedroom that Aunt Jen had used just a couple of weeks earlier. Aunt Polly had the small breasts that ran in the family, and had long dark brown hair. All the ladies had brown hair, just different shades, and they all liked to keep it long.
Polly was an academic. She was an associate professor at a women's college. The whole family thought she was a lesbian. She had never married. She shared her home with various women over the years. She had always said it was to keep down expenses since she didn't make that much at a small college, but we all knew she was into women. We really believed that, but never spoke of it to her. Besides, I think her personality made her naturally reticent about personal things.
Upon arriving one afternoon, while mom was still at work, I greeted her at the door with a hug. I loved my family. We were a loving family. Polly hugged me back and immediately, after we had taken her things up to her room, began to give me the third degree about how I was doing in school, what subjects I liked, whether I needed any help and so on. A true teacher through and through.
Then she started on about my love life. I told her about my girlfriend who lived some thousands of miles away and she commiserated with me.
"You must miss her terribly. I know young people well. I have taught them all of my life. You are missing her both mentally and physically. I am aware of the needs you young people have. How do you handle the lack of close physical contact Bill? I know at your age you must be sexually active. I also know you are bright enough to be using safe sex techniques. You are, are you not?"
"Of course I am Aunt Polly," I said blushing bright red. "I use condoms with everyone I have sex with. It would be easier if I were a lesbian, I suppose. I wouldn't need rubbers."
I have no idea why I said that. It just slipped out. I was just so disconcerted by her questions.
"Wait a minute Billy. Two questions immediately come to mind from that statement. First, who are you having sex with besides your girlfriend, and second, what do you know about lesbians?"
"Oh, Aunt Polly, I really didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry. We don't mind that you're a lesbian. I think it's cool myself."
"Billy, you silly boy. I'm not a lesbian. Look, you're old enough to understand a few things. I am bi- sexual. Do you understand? I like men and women. But I am not promiscuous. I take great care in selecting my sexual partners, as should you young man. But go on. Tell me for whom else are you needing condoms?"
"This is really embarrassing. Promise you won't tell mom? Please. I'm not even sure I should tell. I might be telling something I shouldn't. I don't know."
"Go ahead my boy. I have many secrets in my life. One more will not be hard to keep. Tell me. You know you want too." And she grinned the family grin. That was her first smile of the day. It melted me.
"Well, you know Aunt Jen visited a couple of weeks ago. This is embarrassing and I don't know if she will be upset or not, but she and I had lots of fun together."
"Oh, for goodness sakes you naughty boy. Your Aunt Jen has been a silly little slut all her life. I knew when you came of age she would be on you like white on rice. A hunk like you, Billy, is going to be to tempting for Jen. This is no surprise to me. But I would love to hear all about what you two did. Tell me about it Billy. Your Aunt Polly keeps secrets quite well." And again she grinned and then even
cackled a little the way the women in the family did.
"Well, the first thing we did was she masturbated me in the shower one night and I ejaculated on the shower wall."
"You mean she jerked you off and you shot your come. Is that closer to what happened?" And she cackled again.
