“Oh, oh. Ah. Auntie.”
She relaxed her hold on soldier boy and stopped kissing me. When I opened my eyes she was looking straight into them and rewarded me with a beautiful smile.
“Nice?” she asked.
“Yes. Very.” I was still puffing slightly, trying to regain my normal breath.
“You’re a young man and you need that relief three or four times a day. You can help yourself by touching your member – in private of course – but it’s nicer if a woman helps you.”
“Yes, auntie,” I agreed. I had masturbated before, of course, but a sense of guilt made me ration the pleasure, so that it was a relatively rare occurrence. And here was my aunt telling me that I should be doing it three or four times a day! Wow!
“But we’ve agreed, haven’t we, Johnny,” she said more sternly, “that you will stay away from Helen – and the other girls.”
“Yes, auntie.”
“Fine. I will be your woman for the holiday. We can have a lot of fun together.”
“Sounds good, auntie.”
She kissed me again, very slowly and sensuously on the lips.
“Now: I need to go, much as I’m enjoying your company. I have to go and chastise Helen and I need to change my clothes first.”
“Sorry, auntie, that’s my fault.”
“No, not fault. We did this together, Johnny. It was your gift. A lovely gift. But not one that Helen can see. Anyway, our little arrangement has to stay a secret, so I suggest you stay in your room until dinner time. You know, pretend that it’s part of the punishment. Come and help me finish preparing supper in the kitchen about seven, then you can sit next to me at the dinner table. OK?”
“Yes, auntie.”
And, after one final sweet kiss with tongues on the mouth, she was off, leaving me feeling blissful.
[…to be continued…]
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