* The names and places have been changed for my own purposes.

There is no other way to put it. My aunt Sonya is a sexy woman.

She is a mix of White and Indian decent with slightly curly black hair, dark sparkling eyes, a smile that can make you blush, and a body that would make angels trade in their spots in heaven to touch.

Seriously. Wow.

I first met her when I was around eight I think. Back then her and my uncle were still dating and on their way to marriage. Even then I was jealous of my uncle.

I don’t remember much of my first experience around her but I do remember one time my uncle and aunt came to babysit me. They didn’t do much. They put me in the living room and locked themselves into my parents room. The double doors to their room had multiple window panes and a translucent curtain on the interior side. I had peeked on my parents from time to time.

I was a curious child.

On this occasion however I saw them making out and rubbing on each other. I got an erection with the thought of trading places with my uncle. Oh the things I would do to that woman!

Within moments my uncle saw me and quickly came and opened the door. There I was, pants around my ankles and hand around my hard dick.

Oops.

He just laughed it off and nodded at me. He knew what he had. While my aunt looked on from the bed blushing. Even before this she seemed realy shy and quiet. She smiled too though., amused.

I got caught but nothing happened. My uncle and aunt said nothing of it to my parents and never mentioned it again.

Throughout the years my aunt has been a major character in most of my fantasies. From 9 to my teenage years I’ve busted thousands of nuts thinking of her. Shower scenes, walk in scenes, cumshots, creampies, tittyfucks, etc. So many ideas just with her. I’m hard just typing about it…….

Anyway, my family was all Christian, so all my dreams were impossibilities.

And as it turns out, my uncle and aunt became missionaries and were sent to Benin, Africa. Crazy.

Before they left I can remember talking to them, saying goodbyes and such. My aunt whispered in my ear her favorite memory, of me with my dick in my hand wacking to her and my uncle. Her and I laughed but I blushed. She said she would never forget, with the weirdest smile on her face.

Every few years they would come back to the U.S. and visit friends and family. For a while they would stay in Florida with her family then come northward to see all of us on my uncle’s side. We always had a camping trip set up to stay at a friends cabin out near the lake and far from civilization.

Always a good time. The family would come in and we’d play cards and have tents pitched for those of us who wouldn’t fit in the cabin, grill and smoke meat, chit chat, cut down trees for the fire, fish, play more cards, and catch up.
Our last camping trip had been the best it could have ever been. Good times indeed.

With no bathroom in the cabin and an out house overrun by wasps, we were confined to pissing and shitting in the woods taking nothing but T.P. and wet wipes to our spots.

I swear I didn’t do it on purpose, I never saw her leave the site, but within 5 minutes of walking in the woods, I caught my aunt in mid pee. Pants down, hand at her crotch(wiping of course), and red-faced as her nephew came up beside her.

She gasped.
“Well, doesn’t this look familiar.” I said mid-laugh.

“Turn around! Don’t look at me!”

“Why not? It’s only fair,” I replied.

She hassled to finish and pull her pants up. She fell over in the process.

I laughed again but came to help her up and finish the task.

“Trevor, that wasn’t funny. You should have warned me you were coming.”
She was flustered and shaking. I hadn’t meant to poke fun but that was my nature.

“I’m sorry aunt Sonya. I honestly didn’t see you until it was too late. By then that’s all I could think of, when we had been in this situation before.”

Interestingly she looked down at my crouch. I hadn’t noticed myself, but in the evening sun it was easily recognizable that I had a rock hard erection.

She was blushing even more now, but didn’t remove her gaze. I smiled in spite of myself.

“That’s the same look you had last time too, Sonya.”
She hesitated. She cleared her throat.

“That isn’t the same penis as before, Trevor.”

I said slowly, “How do you know? It isn’t out and in my hand.”
She swallowed hard. Tried to steady herself.

Finally, she said, “No. And you wont take it out. We are going to act like this never happened. I am going to walk back to camp. You, are going to show up later and act like nothing strange has happened.”

“Alright, “ I responded. “It never happened. But, if I’m allowed just one thing to say on the matter…?”
She nodded.

“You have some beautiful legs aunt Sonya.” I smiled devilishly at her.

She slapped me in the arm. Hard. Then recomposed herself and said, “Thank you.”

Then she left. I stayed in the woods until my dick got soft, no easy task after all of that arousal. Jeez.
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The next day I woke up with a migraine. My head thumping, my left eye going in and out of blindness. I tried to just deal with it and took some drugs for it, but it just wouldn’t let up.

My aunt caught wind of it and approached me about it. She told me how my uncle would get bad headaches in Africa and drugs weren’t that easy to get a hold of. What she did was give him massages for them. They usually worked and she had gotten very good at them.

I had heard that massages could work but no one had been able to actually get the job done before so I was skeptical. My aunt was a small woman. Maybe 5’2” and a little over a hundred pounds. There was no way her little hands could do the job, and I told her so. But she went on so I acquiesced.

She had me sit in a chair by the smoldering ruins of last night’s fire, looking out into the woods away from the rest of the family.

Starting at my neck and working her way up, within moments I could feel my pressure subside.

Her hands were incredibly strong for such a tiny thing. I complemented her on that too.

“You haven’t felt anything yet.” That response yielded an awakening from my loins. I thought, I can only imagine what you could do for me.

I laughed to myself and she squeezed hard on my shoulder. I yelped. Apparently she picked up on why I had laughed. At age 36 or so, she was hot, and not at all dull.

“Don’t even think it.” She whispered in my ear.

I may be able to hold in the thoughts but the tingling in my pants continued.

Ten minutes in my body was going numb. She was at my skull now, running her hands over my scalp, kneading my head like dough. My mouth was hanging wide open, and my body was slowly becoming paralyzed.

But my cock was getting hard. And still growing.

Fifteen minutes in and my brain was mush. My thoughts squandered and my body was now completely under her control.

My last real conclusive thought was how did my heart move so far down in my body?
That’s how hard my dick was throbbing under my aunt’s touch.

Eyes now closed, my mind floating in bliss, body utterly paralyzed. At the 30 minute mark my senses jerked back to alertness as my basketball shorts were being tampered with.

Left loose all day anyway because they stayed on without the drawstring being pulled tight, my shorts were being invaded.

My stiff throbbing cock had company.

As I snapped awake I noticed one of my aunt’s arms resting down my chest and getting into my silk shorts, while the other still massaged my neck and was gradually moving towards my chest. Apparently there is more to the massage than just taking away the headache, which had actually subsided. My uncle was a very lucky man indeed.

I smiled and looked up at my aunt. She had her eyes closed and was humming just ever so softly to herself.

As her one hand reached my cock and wrapped around it, she gasped and opened her eyes. Upon making eye-contact with me, she nearly jumped back, but I got ahold of her left arm, whose hand was grasping my erection, and held her tight.

She froze.

I mouthed the words, “Keep going. My headache isn’t gone yet.”

She relaxed. Started examining my erection with her hand, and then, almost imperceptibly, smiled.

Something twinkled in her eye, and she starting stroking my cock in her left hand and rubbing my chest with her right.

It was like every vein in my dick was throbbing with excitement. Every nerve ending was screaming for attention!

Soon her nails were scratching furiously at my chest. Laying my head back and looking at her, I was even more aroused. She was loving every bit of this, and a film of perspiration dampened her face.

My cock must have been making noise the rush of blood was so powerful!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My member jumped with every heartbeat.

And with every stroke my mind lost more and more control.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The pressure was becoming overwhelming.

My aunt Sonya grabbed my chin and made me look into her eyes. She smiled and winked, sweat now beading on her forehead and singular drops slowly flowing down her temples.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

My neck veins strained, my heart and brain exploded!

I bit my tongue and started to buck under the great moment that is orgasm!

My hot milky seed spurted out of my cock, soaking my shorts and slowly seeping through the silk.

My aunt continued to stroke continually, squeezing every single drop out of my tip.

The forty-five minute mark.

The curing massage for a migraine.

She finally stopped stroking as my cum was congealing her hand to my dick.
I lay limp at this point, chin to chest, body exhausted.

My aunt Sonya wiped her brow, bent down over me and kissed my head as I drifted off to sleep.

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