After my experience with a woman 35 years my senior I found Aunt Sarah who was only 18 years older than I. Here's the story of AUNT SARAH.
For the first time in about five years Mom and Dad had a chance to take a vacation. I was 18 and didn't need anyone to stay with me when they went. Aunt Sarah didn't see it that way. She had "baby sat" me many times in the past and insisted coming over to make sure nothing would happen to me. This especially rankled since I had just had my first sexual experience with a 53-year-old teacher at school and I thought I was hot stuff. So here we were, aunt Sarah in my parent's room and me in mine. Sarah, as she insisted I call her since I was all grown up now, admitted that she just wanted to break up her routine and thought having the run of her sisters house would do it. My original resentment vanished with that though and the tight shorts and braless outfits 36 year old Sarah wore.
I had just gone to bed and had started my nightly ritual. My right hand was working my boner up into fine heated state. I took the corner of my top sheet and covered the spurting head as I lay there with my eyes tightly closed listening to the suppressed moans of ecstasy that issued from somewhere around my head. The only problem with this action that night was that Sarah came into my room to collect some dirty clothes. She saw and heard all of it.
"Damn it Pat, I not going to wash your sheets every day because that one corner is stiff as a board with your that dried cum. Live with it. Mary told me you must jack off every night the way the sheets are by the end of the week. " Mary is my Mom, by the way
She yanked the sheet down before I knew what was happening and my softening prick tried to hide behind my gooey hand. I was speechless. I guess I shouldn't have been since I knew I was starching the sheet all week long and Mom wasn't exactly a dummy. I didn't think she'd be telling aunt Sarah all about it. I wonder who else she told.
"Honey, it's okay, all guys do that once in a while. From your sheets I guess you do it four or five times in a while."
I finally found my voice, "I guess I do it now and then." I didn't tell her it was every night and usually sometime during the day. From the amount of cum I shot out, I probably would have whitewashed the whole room in a week if it weren't for the sheet.
"Tell me something dear, do you always do it with your right hand?"
"Ahhh, well I guess so, I am right handed."
"When did you start doing it?"
"Right after I got in bed, it doesn't take to long to, ahh, finish."
"No no no," she said as she sat on the edge of my bed, "I mean how old were you when you started doing it?"
Afraid to tell the truth I lied by a couple of years, "I started just after my fifteenth birthday."
"Huumm, that looks like at least three years, if you're telling the truth."
I remained silent and tried to cover it up, but she was sitting on the sheet and I couldn't. She took my hand and moved it aside and said, "I'd like to see what it looks like when it's hard. How do you work it up?"
"I just hold it and think of a pretty girl."
"Do it, show me your hard grown up penis."
I took it and held it and it got smaller. "I can't do this while you watch," I cried out in my most pouting voice.
"Okay, I'll help." She took it and slowly worked it back and forth. My excitement overcame my bashfulness in about three strokes and it grew to a full hardon.
"Wow Patrick, that's as bigger than your Dads."
"How do you know that?"
Ignoring my question she stopped stroking, which was a good thing, and just sat there holding it. "Look at it Hon, see how it's got a little curve to the left. If you're going to continue doing this, you better do it with your left hand for a year or so or it will curve more and more. Pretty soon you'll be like your Dad and look like a highway sign for a sharp curve. And the girls don't like that. We like a nice straight arrow. Some of us like it curved up a little. I like that, it will reach up in me and hit the G spot and just about drive me wild."
"What's a G spot?"
"We'll get into that later Hon, first we have to get that thing on the right track. If it ends up curving down that will be great for the girls who like a clitoral orgasm. It rubs the old clit just right."
What's a clit?" I was playing dumb, my teacher had taught me that.
"Not now sweetie, I think your Dad needs to have a talk with you. Just don't tell him we've had our little talk. I'll get Mary to tell him."
And with that, she kissed me goodnight and gave me a little squeeze with her wonderful hand. After the door was shut, I came in about 15 seconds. Guess who I pictured in my mind when I did it?
Things were quiet the next couple of nights. I went to work with my left hand and although a little awkward, I managed to have no problem with the good feeling. I had to cover and catch the cum with my right hand and that meant the corner of the sheet away from the wall was getting starched.
Finally Sarah came in, this time she knocked. "Hi Honey, I didn't want to interrupt anything. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing just fine, how about yourself."
"Well, I'm sorry about the other night, I really shouldn't have touched you like I did, aunts just don't do that."
"Don't be silly aunt Sarah, you are my aunt, someone has to teach me something every now and then. If you hadn't I'd keep pounding with my right hand and have a dick like Dad. I've used my left hand every since our talk and I'm getting used to it."
"Well, it won't happen again." Said Sarah.
"I kinda liked it."
"That's part of the problem. The other part of the problem is, I liked it too."
"I'd like you to touch it now." I said as I pulled the covers of showing her my very stiff boner.
"Oh shit Hon, don't do that, cover up and take care of it, I have to get to bed." And she leaned over for a good night kiss as I started to whack away and came just as she pulled away. I didn't get it covered and a big blob of cum landed on her arm. I was soooo horny then.
She looked at it and groaned almost licking it off her arm before she realized what she was going to do and used the sheet. "Damn it Pat, you'll have to stop using the sheet and use tissues. Damn it, I love you and I have to go. Goodnight."
And she got up and shot out the door as I got hard all over again. I was starting to pump away when she came back in with a box of Kleenex. "Here, it looks like I'm just in time." She said tossing it on the bed as she turned and left for the night.
When I got home from school the next day, there was a small trash can next to my bed with a note that read, "Sweet dreams, love, Sarah."
I had a sweet dream right there and used up several tissues in the process. I did it again that night and decided the tissues were better than the sheet, although the cum soaked through them before I got finished. I remembered aunt Sarah almost licking it off of her arm and tasted it myself. It wasn't bad, and it was incredibly sexy. I decided to try a bigger taste the next time.
The next night I tried that bigger taste and got tissue in my mouth and just made a big mess. I decided it was pretty good, and went back to using the sheet so I could lick it up without the tissue. I didn't lick much of it and the sheet was pretty stiff by the weekend. Friday night Aunt Sarah knocked.
"Okay, you just want me to be a washer woman, what's wrong with the Kleenex?"
"Gee Sarah, are you monitoring my bedtime activities all the time now?"
"Well, I thought the tissues were better all around. Why don't you like them?"
"Remember the other night when I got some on your arm and you almost licked it off? I tasted it and I liked it. It was hard to do using the tissues, they tasted icky."
"Honey, you're too observant for your own good at times. Maybe you shouldn't taste it, it might become addicting, I know when I was first married I gave my husband a lot of oral sex before we decided to risk my getting pregnant, and I loved it in my mouth. Damn it Hon, I'm doing it again."
"Doing what auntie?"
"Talking to you like you're not my nephew, and stop calling me auntie, I've held your cock and watched you cum, I am Sarah now, get it?"
"Well gee Sarah, we're all one big happy family, shouldn't we talk about anything we want?"
"Okay, I guess we can talk about anything. I have a question."
Oh oh, I thought. "What is it?"
"Do you always do it holding it the way you do?"
"Ahh, yeah, how else would I hold it?"
"You're holding it mostly with your thumb and index finger. Have you ever wrapped your whole hand around it? That gives it more support and is less likely to cause a bend. It's big enough to do it that way."
"No, I always do it like this." I said as I pulled the covers off and took it in my left hand.
"Not stop that and listen to me!" She said putting her hand over mine.
"I'll be right back."
I didn't know what to do, whack away or wait. I waited. She came back with a bottle of lotion. Taking my hand she squirted some into it and told me to hold it like I would hold a hammer and then start to move it. I did and stopped when my hand just slid on it.
"That's the way, hold it so that you hand slides up and over the head and then slides back down."
"Show me exactly how Auntie."
"Patrick, I do not need to touch you. Just do it like I said."
I did it and after a few strokes the lotion had dried up enough the slipperiness was gone and it didn't slide. "It ain't working," I said.
She took her hand and squirted a blob of lotion in it and held me just right and stroked her hand up and down over the head yet with enough pressure to move my foreskin back and forth. I felt it starting to cum and told her to stop. She didn't and I let loose with a mighty spurt as she pumped away.
"Oh Sarah, it never felt so good," I moaned, "don't stop, please don't stop."
She did and then leaned over and hugged me and started to cry. "I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't be in here dong this. Forgive me. I'll never come in here again."
I held her and said, "Please don't say that Sarah, I'm not going to tell anyone, this is just between us. I don't want you to stop coming into tell me goodnight."
She climbed into my bed and we held each other that way until I went to sleep. I awoke the next morning and found Sarah next to me without a stitch of clothing on. She had a beautiful firm body and not the soft one like my ex teacher. I leaned over and kissed a nipple, which brought forth a small groan from Sarah. I kissed the other nipple and took them in my mouth one at a time and gently sucked until she was completely awake and writhing in ecstasy.
"God damn it Pat, I guess you've been learning things from somebody. Don't stop, kiss me all over, I love it."
I kissed her from head to toe and back up to the wonderful warm and wet cleft between her legs. I sucked on her swollen pussy lips and licked her from asshole to clitoris and back again. My tongue probed the depths of her as she cried out and just about bucked my head off. When she settled down she took my penis dripping with pre-cum and guided it into her slippery vaginal opening. It was a nice tight fit and the feelings were oh so good. I was so worked up I came after four strokes. We held each other tightly as I softened, so tightly I stayed in her. Soon I could feel her muscles squeezing me back to hardness and I slowly started working my hips back and forth. This time I lasted for a lot more than four strokes and we came as one.
That night Mom and Dad came home. We all went out to dinner and they told us all about their great vacation. We didn't tell them about the great time we had.
Later that night Mom said to me as I went to bed, "I noticed you didn't call your aunt Sarah, "aunt Sarah," you just said Sarah. Is there something there I should know?"
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