Aunt Em Ch. 01

(Caution--there isn't a lot of lead-in to most of my stories. If that is what you want, look somewhere else. Thank you)




Her name was Emma. Aunt Em. My father's older sister. When I got out of college and got my first job it was in the town where Aunt Em lived. To save money and give myself time to figure out if this company was a place where I wanted to stay my parents convinced me to stay with Aunt Em. It was acceptable to her so we agreed I would pay her a small amount--$200/month--for room and board. The weekend before I started my new job I packed all my earthly belongings in my car and moved into Aunt Em's house.

Aunt Em was 62. Her husband had passed away about 4 years earlier and she had been living alone since then. They never had kids. I didn't remember much about my uncle growing up. When Aunt Em visited she was usually by herself and, even when he was there, he was always in the background. I didn't really notice at the time but, thinking back on it, there was always something...I don't know...sexual...about her. A little kid wouldn't take note of these things but I seem to remember my aunt would usually wear a dress or skirt that showed a lot of leg. I remember her wearing an ankle bracelet at one time. In addition her blouse would be open or her dress would have a plunging neckline to show off her chest. She usually smelled pretty, too.

At this point I should probably describe her. She is medium height with hazel eyes and light brown hair that she wears in a short hairstyle. She isn't trim but she isn't really heavy. The word "soft" comes to mind when describing her figure. Based on her general appearance you might almost call her "frumpy" except for her eyes. There was always a sparkle of something mysterious and exciting in them.

When I got to her house that Sunday afternoon she hugged me, gave me a warm kiss on the cheek and told me how nice it was to see me and how happy she was to have a man to share the house with. Then she showed me to my room. I was going to have the bedroom upstairs with my own bathroom. Her master bedroom was on the main floor. She told me she wanted to give me as much private space as I could in case I had a girl over. I thanked her but informed her I had no girl nor did I think I'd have much time to find one what with starting a new job in a new city and everything. She made me blush when she said a handsome young man like myself shouldn't have any trouble meeting women. Her smile made me think she enjoyed making me uncomfortable like that.

Then she left me alone to get my things situated. It took me the rest of the evening to get everything unpacked and put away with only a short break for the dinner she prepared. She had some wine on the table at dinner but I politely refused to join her in a glass as I had plenty of things to do to get ready for my first day of work.

That first week was something of a blur. The job looked like it would be challenging but fun. I only got lost a couple of times driving around the town. I didn't see much of Aunt Em that week. Wanting to get up to speed on the job I spent extra time there. It was usually late when I left so most nights I grabbed fast food for dinner. When I got home Aunt Em would usually be watching TV in the living room. I'd join her for a little bit, then head off to bed, dog tired from my day.

Finally Friday came. My first week at my new job was over. Some of my coworkers took me out for dinner Friday night. As a result, it was a little late when I got home. The house was dark. Aunt Em was already in bed. Being quiet so as not to wake her, I silently walked up the stairs to my room. I took a shower and, realizing | was too worked up from my busy week to sleep, put on some lounging pants and a tee shirt and crept back downstairs to watch TV and drink some of the wine that was left over from Sunday night.

I'd been on the couch about a half hour when Aunt Em padded into the living room in a robe and slippers.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Em," I said. "I hope I didn't wake you up. I was too excited to sleep so I thought I'd watch a little TV."

"No, you didn't, dear," she replied. "The truth is I couldn't sleep myself. I must have done something to my neck. It feels a little stiff and I just can't find a good position to sleep in tonight. Mind if I join you?"

"Go ahead. I was just having some of this wine. It's pretty good. Can I get you a glass?"

"Thank you, dear. That's sweet."

Returning with a glass for her I rejoined her on the couch and poured her some wine.

"So you're pretty excited about your first week, are you?" she asked. "I've been wondering how it was going but I hardly saw you this week."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Em," I said. "I wanted to put in some extra hours to learn the job faster. Then tonight some people wanted to take me out to dinner. But, yes, I am excited. I think I'm going to like this job. It seems like it will be something that interests me. And it won't be easy. But I like a challenge. You know, there is a lot of stuff they teach in school that doesn't really apply to the real world. So it looks like my learning is going to continue, even beyond the 4 years I spent at college."

"I'm glad you like the job. And I'm glad you are thinking about staying. I hope you know you can stay here as long as you want. It does get lonely in this big house by myself. And there are so many little things that Henry used to take care of that I don't know how to. It will be nice having a man around to fix things."

When she said that she put her hand on my leg. Maybe it was the wine but I thought her hand was a little closer to my crotch than it needed to be.

We continued to watch TV and drank wine.

After a while Aunt Em asked me: "Well, dear, are you getting tired yet?"

"Not really, Aunt Em. I must be more wired than I thought. I'm not sleepy at all."

"Well, I think it is time for this old lady to get some beauty sleep. But my neck is still bothering me a little. Could you maybe rub it for me? That was another thing I miss about Henry. He had magic hands when it came to massaging my sore muscles."

That made me uncomfortable. I'd never given a massage before--let alone to someone I was related to. But as she looked at me with those hopeful eyes, and thinking about how she was letting me live in her house for practically nothing, I couldn't say no.

"Sure, Aunt Em. I've never massaged someone's neck before but I'll try."

"Thank you. You're so sweet," she said, then turned her back to me and scooted toward me so I could reach her.

"It works best if you rub right on the muscles," she said and shucked the robe off her shoulders.

I tentatively put my hands on her bare shoulders at the neck.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Yes. Now just rub up and down the sides and back of my neck."

Her skin was very soft. And with her sitting so close to me I got a good whiff of her perfume. It was very exotic. I found myself liking it.

"You can rub a little harder, darling. You won't hurt me."

"OK, Aunt Em," I responded.

Her head dropped forward as I massaged her neck.

"That's right, dear. Use your thumbs, too, to rub the back of my neck."

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe I was just worked up from the week I had, but I found myself kind of enjoying giving her pleasure with my hands.

"Now be a love and rub my shoulders, too, would you? Oh, that feels so good," she murmured.

I continued to work her soft shoulders and neck. As I did so a low moan escaped from her lips.

"You can't believe how good that feels," she whispered. "When you're done, maybe I can return the favor and get you relaxed enough for bed."

I felt my cock twitch at that. I'm sure she didn't mean the innuendo but I couldn't help fantasizing, just a little, that she did.

Focusing myself I continued to massage her. She continued to let out moans--deeper moans. Sexy moans. Again my cock twitched. When she leaned back into me and I felt her warm body against mine it took all the effort I had to convince myself that there was nothing wrong going on. She was my aunt, for cripes' sake. She was 40 years older than me. She wasn't coming on to me. Still, it was easier to convince my brain than my cock which was in a permanent state of semi-hardness.

Finally she put her hands on mine to stop the massage. She scooted away on the couch and turned to face me.

"Thank you, Gee. That was heavenly," she told me.

At least I think that is what she told me. My eyes were on her semi-bare chest. With her robe still off her shoulders almost the entire cleavage between her breasts was on display.

I may have mumbled "You're welcome, Aunt Em." I'm not sure.

Then, noticing the not quite empty wine bottle she said: "Ooh, there's just a little bit of wine left. Why don't you finish this off for me so I can throw the bottle out."

I tried to protest that I didn't want any more but she leaned over to fill my glass anyway. As she did so my eyes were riveted to her left breast as the robe fell away from it. I thought I caught a glimpse of her nipple. Handing me the glass she must have seen that I was staring as I got red in the face again and she smiled that smug smile again.

"Now you finish that wine for me. As for this old lady, it's time to go to bed." And she stood up. Leaning over she kissed me on the cheek and said "Good night, dear." I swear I could feel the heat of her breasts as she leaned over to kiss me.

"Good night, Aunt Em. I'll probably be right behind you."

Realizing the innuendo in what I just said I blushed again. As she walked away I swear I heard her laugh a little.

I downed the last of the wine, turned off the TV and headed upstairs to my bedroom.

Five minutes later I was laying on my back in my bed in just my lounging pants, staring at the ceiling in the dark trying to unjumble the thoughts in my head. Had my aunt been coming on to me? There was no way. It had to be just my imagination. She was family. She was a lot older than me. At her age she probably didn't even think about sex any more. And what if she was coming on to me. I couldn't do anything about it. It would be wrong. And would I even want to do anything about it? There were things about her that were sexy. I had to admit that. But she was so old. And she was my dad's sister.

As I lay there with all these thoughts going through my mind I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Gee? Are you still up?"

"Uh...yes, Aunt Em. Do you need something?"

"Can I come in, dear?"

"Oh...sure."

I turned on the bedside light.

Aunt Em was wearing the same robe she had on earlier.

"What is it, Aunt Em?" I asked.

Without hesitation she sat on the bed next to me. I fidgeted a little and the merest trace of a smile crossed her face.

"Still can't sleep, honey?" she asked.

"I guess I'm more wired up than I thought," I answered.

"I've been thinking, Gee dear," she began. "When you were rubbing my neck downstairs I felt that you were getting a little aroused."

"Whaaa?" I stammered. "No, no, nothing like that."

"It's alright, dear. Your Aunt Em has been around. I haven't spent my whole life planting flowers and playing bridge. I know some things about the real world. You're all grown up now. You have urges and feelings."

I tried to protest but she continued.

"Now I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, honey." (Although as she was talking to me her hand was rubbing my leg which made me very uncomfortable indeed.) "I'm just trying to tell you why I think you can't sleep. You've had a busy week. It's been an exciting week. So much is new to you and you're excited to begin your journey as a man. And admit it or not part of being a man instead of a boy is having sexual urges. You've told me you don't know any girls. I think part of the reason you are so worked up is that you need sexual release. But you don't have a girl to help you with that."

"Aunt Em, please," I pleaded, getting redder by the minute.

"Listen to me, Gee honey," she said. "I promised your folks that I would watch out for you when you came here. And if I let you go crazy because of all your built up sexual tension than I wouldn't be doing my job, would I?"

By this time her hand had moved up my leg and was brushing my hardening cock. And I knew she noticed that it was hardening because her last sentence was delivered with her eyes looking right at my crotch area.

Then she squeezed her hand around my cock.

"Well, would I?" she asked.

It was hard to concentrate or to argue with her at that point.

"I'll take your silence for a 'no'" she said and proceeded to pull my blanket down.

There I lay in just my lounging pants, my cock straining to rise up like a flag pole through the fabric. Soon her warm fingers were in the waistband of my pajama bottoms pulling them down and exposing my rigid cock.

"And I'll take that as a 'hell no,'" she said with that same smug smile I'd seen several times that day.

Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and I clenched my butt cheeks as if shocked. As she slowly played with my manhood, though, I relaxed. Could this be so wrong, I thought. I mean, it wasn't as if I was cheating with a married woman. Aunt Em was widowed. And she was just touching me. And, damn, it felt good. Her fingers were obviously experienced in handling a man's dick. She applied just the right amount of pressure with her fingers as she slowly fisted me. All the while she was looking into my face, gauging my reaction. Sensing that I had resigned myself to experiencing the pleasures she could bring, she cooed: "Yes, that's right, baby. Let Em bring you the release you so badly need."

With that she bent over and licked the head of my cock. Her tongue was warm and wet and it was as experienced at what it was doing as her hand was. She bathed the entire length of my 7" rod from the head to the base in kisses and licks. Then she worked one ball into her mouth. When she began to suck on it I groaned out loud. I had never had my balls sucked before and it was exquisite. I could feel her lips around it and her tongue gently cradling it as she sucked on it.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Such a nice tasty cock. And what big balls. I just love to suck on a big set of young, manly nuts."

And she gave me a wink.

"But even more than sucking on a nice set of nuts, I love sucking on a fresh, young cock."

So saying she proceeded to wrap her mouth around my cock. I groaned again as I felt it enclosed in her hot, wet, waiting mouth. My Aunt Em was very good at sucking cock. She went very slow at first, only taking about half of it in. It was like eating an ice cream cone on a hot, summer day. You crave one so much that when you do get one you just take little licks from one edge, feeling the cold, tastiness in your mouth and down your throat. My Aunt Em wanted to savor the first taste of my hard, burning cock in her mouth before really getting down to business. And I, too, savored that first sensation of her wet mouth going up and down my cock skin. Slowly her tempo increased. Her mouth went up and down, up and down while she sucked and licked. I leaned my head back on my pillow and shut my eyes tight, not thinking about my aunt blowing me but just concentrating on the pleasure and the erotic sensations I was feeling. Soon more and more of my cock was going in each time until finally she was taking almost all of it in. The room was filled with the sounds of the bed rocking, her lips smacking and my moans as this elderly aunt of mine gave me oral pleasure like I had never known in my young life.

Occasionally she would stop her sucking to let her tongue swirl around my sensitive cock head. Every time she did that it brought louder moans from me. Just when I thought I would pop my load she would plunge my manhood back deep into her mouth and go back to sucking me.

While her mouth was thus engaged her fingers cupped and kneaded my balls She squeezed and pumped them like she was trying to draw my entire stock of cum out of my groin so that when I did cum, it would shoot out all over the room like a fire hose.

My cock began to tingle. Although I didn't want the blow job to end I knew it was only a short matter of time before I could no longer hold back.

As if knowing what I was thinking Aunt Em began to work her middle finger toward my perineum. After just a little searching she found that sensitive membrane underneath my balls. Her finger began to press down on it and I let out a screaming moan: "Nngh--nngh--nnnngh!"

With that I came in a violent and potent ejaculation, my stomach muscles tightening up and my hips involuntarily coming off the bed.

Aunt Em caught the first of it in her mouth, her tongue lapping it up like chocolate syrup. Then she pulled back to watch my white, sticky goo come shooting and oozing out of my hot, raw cock.

"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered huskily. "Shoot it for me. Let me have all your sweet man juice."

Just as the flow started to slow down she stroked my membrane again and another batch came gushing out. Every time it slowed she'd work a little more until I was left spent but still twitching.

As I lay exhausted and spread out on the bed, Aunt Em lay down beside me. She ran her fingers in circles through the cum pooled on my belly, stopping now and again to bring her fingers to her mouth to taste it. She even offered some to me once and laughed a little wicked laugh when I shook my head 'no'.

"So how was it, Gee?" she whispered in my ear. I could smell my sex on her breath. It was strangely titillating.

"Oh, my Gawd, Aunt Em," I breathed. "That was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it, honey. It was good for me, too. You have a beautiful cock. I have a confession to make, I've been wanting to get my hands on it since you were in high school."

"Really, Aunt Em?" I asked.

"Uh huh. You always were a handsome young man. That's why I was so excited when I heard you were moving here. I figured it was my chance to have you. I knew you'd be good. So now I have a proposition for you," she said.

Looking at her I asked: "What is it?"

She leaned her face over mine and looked deep into my eyes.

"You were going to pay me $200 a month to live here. What if I said you could live here for free provided you do some special things for me once a week. Let's say Friday nights."

"Special things?" I asked.

"Yes," she responded. "I know you will have your own social life that will keep you busy. You might even find a girl to go out with on Saturday nights. But Friday nights could be our night to do something. Just you and me. It could be going out to dinner at a nice place, or going to a movie or the symphony. Or it could be something more private and personal."

At the words "private and personal" she rubbed her robe-clad groin against my bare leg.

"If you know what I mean," she added. "Is it a deal?"

With the memory of my intense orgasm so fresh in my mind it only took me a couple of seconds to say "Yes. We have a deal."

Aunt Em smiled a big, happy smile. Then she leaned over to my ear, breathed the word "Good", then kissed my ear and ran her tongue around it.

Getting up she said: "Good night, dear, I suspect you're ready for sleep now."

"Yes, Aunt Em," I replied. "I am. I'm very sleepy."

Before going out the door she turned and asked: "Do you have enough clean towels in your bathroom?"

"Yes," I answered.

Looking at the pool of cum on my chest she said with a smile: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

"My pleasure," she rejoined and headed back downstairs to her room.