Aunt Sandy

I have been blessed to have always had a very close family, a fact that I try not to take for granted the older I get. I have realized more and more how unique it is to have such a stable, loving family. Growing up, I thought everyone had that type of foundation of love and support, but I have met enough people and have enough friends with such different backgrounds and experiences that I know better now. It just makes me more thankful for the blessings that I had.

I grew up with a mom and dad who loved each other and are still together. So many of my friends came from broken homes or only ever knew one parent. My parents modeled a strong, healthy marriage. They were each other's best friends.

As the middle child and the only boy, I had both and older and younger sister. We are each separated by around three years. We were also very close growing up. Of course there was the normal fighting and arguing, but I remember my mom always telling me to treat my sisters well because one day they would be my best friends. Hard to believe at the time, but remarkably, it turned out to be true in so many ways.

But we were even more lucky than simply having a tight-knit immediate family. We also had my Dad's sister, our Aunt Sandy. She lived in the same small town and was easily the coolest person any of us had ever met. She was about 10 years older than my big sister, which made her 13 years older than me. She was the "cool aunt" that would swoop in on the weekends and take us to the mall or the movies or out to eat.

My parents were not poor, but we never seemed to have a lot of money for "extras", so it was always a treat when Aunt Sandy, who was single, lived alone and had a great job and hardly any bills, came around with money in her pocket to burn. But of course, we didn't just love her because of the money. She had the rare ability that few adults seem to possess. She treated us like we were equals. We could talk with her about anything and we idolized her.

But then, as we grew up, we slowly started spending less and less time hanging out with her. We had our own friends and social networks and eventually we really only hung out with her on holidays and special occasions. That all changed the summer I turned 18 and graduated from high school. I realized that I didn't have enough money to immediately go to college, but I put together a respectable plan, all things considered. I decided to stay at home to save money for at least another year. During that year I would work as much as possible to save up to college. I would also try to take a few online classes and knock out some of the introductory gen-ed requirements through the community college online program.

I had a part time job at a local grocery store all through high school, but now that I was out of school, I increased my hours there, but even so, I was only able to get scheduled for about 30 hours a week. I tried to pick up shifts where I could, but I wasn't making the kind of money I needed to in order to pay for my first year in college. I put the word out and tried to get whatever odd jobs I could find. I taught guitar lessons to a couple of neighborhood kids, I cleaned gutters, I cut grass. Anything that could bring in a few bucks.

Around this time is when I got a call from Aunt Sandy. She was old-school and preferred a voice calls over texts. She only lived about a few miles away and when I saw the caller ID, I immediately felt guilty for not seeing her or talking to her since graduation.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Shawn!" she said, and I was immediately put at ease, just hearing her voice.

"Hi Aunt Sandy!" I replied.

"How's it going? I haven't heard from you in a few weeks." she said.

I stammered on for a few minutes about how busy I was with work. She asked about my plans for school and I told her in detail, the things I had planned. I confided in her that it might take a little longer than I was hoping, College wasn't cheap and I wasn't earning what I need to do be. Then she got to the point, the reason for her call. I guess she knew about my issues finding enough work. Probably from my parents.

"I have some work to do around my place." she said, then after a pause, "actually a ton of work."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, sounding interested.

She had been living with my grandma in her house before she passed away. During the last year when grandma was having a lot of health issues, Aunt Sandy moved in with her to take care of her. Then Grandma passed away and since then Aunt Sandy has been trying to clean the place, fix it up, and get it ready to be sold. It wasn't a huge house, just a modest brick, suburban ranch style. It was situated on a quiet street, lined with similar houses and rows of tall maple and sycamore trees. There was a small, if untidy front yard, but a huge backyard complete with in-ground swimming pool, that was the highlight of many hours of my childhood. Unfortunately, I knew that there really was a ton of work to be done.

"You know what this house is like," she continued. "The basement tiles need to be pulled up, several rooms need painted, the deck needs to be stained, powerwash the fence, upkeep on the pool."

She took a breath and I knew there was more to come.

"Not to mention all the yard work. Its hard for me to stay on top of keeping the grass mowed, but there are also quite a few tree branches down that need to be cut up. The bushes need to be trimmed, more grass seed put down, scrub the driveway and pool deck."

"Is that it?" I laughed

She paused, thinking.

"Probably not," she said, "but I'm sure the rest will come to me."

"Well, I'd be happy to help." I said, "But I couldn't take any money from you. I have plenty of time this summer."

"Oh, nonsense!" she retorted, "young man, I will be paying you and paying you well. This is for a good cause. You need to go to college and for that you need money."

Reluctantly, I swallowed my pride and had to admit that this was exactly what I needed and had been looking for. There was probably enough work to keep me busy on my off days all through the summer. If she paid me something comparable to the grocery store it would just about make up the difference that I needed. I guess I was silent too long, thinking things over.

"Are you there?" she asked, "Shawn?"

I snapped back to myself.

"Sorry!" I said, "Actually, Aunt Sandy, that would be amazing. You don't know how grateful I am."

"Of course, sweetie!" she said, "You know I love you! But I also do need a lot of help. These are some serious projects that I can't do myself."

"I understand." I said, "Let me know when you want me to start."

"Whenever works best for your schedule." she said, "just let me know when you have time to come by the house and we can go over everything together."

I hung up the phone and let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding back. It was like a weight had been lifted. I just might be able to come up with the money I needed in time for the spring semester.

I was already scheduled to work at the store for the next few days, so Aunt Sandy's project would have to wait until the weekend. I texted and let her know that I could be there first thing Saturday morning if that worked for her. In the name of saving money I didn't have a car, but since she only lived about 5 miles from my parent's house, it wasn't a big deal. I hopped on my bike and made covered the distance quickly, listening to some music and enjoying the cool summer morning. There was a light breeze rustling through the leaves on the tall trees as I navigated my way through the labyrinth of suburban streets. I passed a couple kids playing basketball in the street and middle aged dads cutting mowing their lawns. Despite the short and enjoyable ride, by the time I arrived at my destination, I was breathing heavily and had worked up a thin layer of sweat.

I walked my bike down the driveway and into the back yard, then returned to the front of the house, climbed the few steps up to the porch and rang the doorbell. The sound rang out and I heard a muffled voice say something from the other room, then a moment later Aunt Sandy came into view, walking into the living room toward the front door. To my surprise, she had a towel wrapped around her body from just above her breasts down do just above her thighs. Her skin was slightly dewy, as she must have just gotten out of the shower moments before. Her hair was still wet and she was working with another towel to dry it when she reached the door and opened it for me.

"Come on in." She said in her normal, cheery voice. "Sorry about the mess."

"No problem." I said, stepping into the room.

There were boxes scattered around the room in various states of being filled and a stack of new boxes leaning against the wall, ready to be assembled. She didn't apologize for being in a towel or for not being ready when I arrived. In fact, she acted as though she didn't even realize she was wearing a towel. It didn't bother me at all, but it seemed strange, since she knew exactly when I was supposed to arrive. I tried to shrug it off, but I found that my eyes were constantly being drawn to her exposed skin. Her shoulders, arms, and legs, the wet hair.

"Follow me and I'll show you around." She said, turning to go and slightly re-tightening the tuck on the towel.

"I know you have been here before" she continued, "but things are in chaos right now. We need to figure out a plan of attack to get this all done.

We strolled through the house, stepping around piles of odds and ends. It one bedroom there was a broken down book case that had finally surrendered to the weight of one too many romance novels. Beside it, on the floor, there stood several haphazard stacks of books. It looked like someone had half-heartedly tried to arrange them in some sort of order and given up. There were boxes filled with shoes, with hats, with strange beanie babies (still in their sad plastic wrappings), and row after row of photo albums. Honestly, I didn't know where to start.

"I'm going to try to finish boxing everything up and get all of this cleared out this week." Aunt Sandy finally said as we walked back into the front room.

"I will probably need to take several trips to drop stuff off at Goodwill." She continued, "If you could handle that it would be great."

I craned my neck and looked back out the front window at where I had parked my bike.

"It might take a more than a few trips on my bike." I said, smiling.

"Smart ass!" She said, rolling her eyes. "You can take my car... or better yet, once everything is ready to go I'll rent a truck and get it done all at once."

It all sounded good. There was nothing that seemed too complicated. A little cleaning, a little painting, some heavy lifting. It was all good solid work and I felt like I would be earning whatever money came my way.

"But in the mean time" Aunt Sandy continued, "maybe you could get the yard done today?"

"Definitely!" I said and we again headed for the back of the house.

Out the back door and down the short flight of steps, we stepped out onto the back deck. In front of us was the pool and through another gates, the back yar. The yard was a good sizes and would take at least an hour just to cut the grass, maybe longer. Grandma never had a riding mower. All that was available was a standard push mower. As we surveyed the back yard, I couldn't help falling a step or two behind Aunt Sandy as she pointed out the fallen limbs and overgrown patches of poison ivy to avoid. I couldn't believe she was still walking around in the towel outside. Her long legs looked incredible, muscles flexing as she walked barefoot through the long grass. And I noticed with some pleasure the tan lines on her back from tanning in a swim suit. I had to concentrate to pay attention to her instructions, but I think I got the idea.

Eventually she left me to it and hurried back inside to finish getting dressed. I had my marching orders. I opened the ancient pull up garage door by hand and shuddered at the ear-splitting creak of the metal. Inside the garage the temperature was noticeably cooler, but there was a damp, musty odor. I quickly found the lawn mower, weed wacker, and a few other instruments I would need and carted them outside. There was an old metal can of gasoline that I picked up and used to fill the lawn mower. The acidic smell stung my nose as some of the liquid sloshed over the side and spilled on the pavement.

The lawn mower hadn't been started in quite a while and I worked up quite a sweat on the pull string just to get he engine to turn over. At long last it fired up and the familiar sounds and scents of summer hit me as I pushed it out into the grass. The roar and cough of the motor. The thick sweet smell of grass mixed with the strong ripe smell of wild onions. The sun was now out in force as I plodded back and forth, dutifully chomping away at the growth. My progress took my away from the house and then back toward it. With every pass, I tried to casually scan the windows for any sign of the sexy woman inside.

Back and forth, back and forth. Sweat dripped off my face and down my sides. I could feel my shirt clinging to my body, preventing me from feeling the cool breeze that blew through occasionally. Finally I broke down and removed the shirt, tossing it onto a nearby deck chair during my next pass. Within minutes I noticed a silhouette in the upstairs window. Aunt Sandy was standing perfectly still and looking out. I pretended not to notice, but I felt myself start to flush and my heart sped up. Daring to imagine that she was checking out my bare muscular chest, glistening in the sun, I played it cool and pretended not to notice her. She was probably just making sure I hadn't passed out in the grass.

After another couple laps through the yard, she was gone from the window. And after another ten minutes I was finished with the grass, so I pushed the lawn mower back into the garage and was just about to fire up the weed wacker to trim the edges when the door opened and Aunt Sandy stepped out onto the deck. She was now clothed, but looked just as stunning as she did in the towel. Her hair was tied back, except for a few loose stands that danced across her face as the wind blew. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt that was noticeably tight, perfectly hugging her body and framing her round, perky breasts. The neck line plunged enough to give a view of her cleavage and a sprinkling of freckles on her chest. The shirt stopped a few inches below her breasts, leaving most of her firm stomach exposed. Her shorts were frayed and distressed denim that was barely there. They covered the essentials, but just barely.

As I approached I noticed that she was holding a large glass of Iced Tea. The dark brown liquid looked heavenly in this heat and I gratefully took it from her hands. I was so thirsty that I immediately tipped it back and had emptied half the cup's contents before I turned and remembered my manners.

"Thank you!!" I said, as I felt tea dripping down my chin.

She just smiled and looked back at me. The cool drink was incredibly refreshing and I drank the rest of the huge glass in my second gulp. As I looked back toward my Aunt, I swear I caught her staring at my chest for a split second before catching herself and snapping her gaze back to my eyes.

"That hit the spot!" I managed to say while handing the cup back to her.

"Well, you looked pretty hot out here." she said, and smiled that smile again. It was killing me. I could swear that there was something in her eyes when she looked at me, but I was probably just projecting my own frustrated sexual desire and seeing what I wanted to see.

We held eye contact for a long moment and there it was again, she bit her lower lip, dropped her eyes, scanning all the way down my body and then back up, before turning on her heels and heading back to the house. I shook my head slightly to clear it than turned and picked on the gas powered trimmer. After another grueling few minutes pulling the cord, I got the contraption fired up. This time it only took me about 15 minutes to finish my way around the yard and around all the planters and such non-sense. But the whole time, my mind was racing, trying to re-examine those last few words, that last look. Was I imagining something? Did I want there to be something? What would I even do? She was my Aunt. By the time I finished, I was thoroughly confused.

I slowly walked back around to the front of the house, purposefully giving myself a few extra minutes to cool down. Then, stepping up onto the porch, I glanced inside through the window. She was nowhere to be seen. I knocked on the front door and waited. A few moments later, a confused and slightly disheveled Aunt Sandy bounded into the room and up to the door. She had a strange look on her face.

"Shawn?" She looked thoughtful, but also playful.

"Hey," I started, "I'm all done with the yard." I started to say more, but she cut me off.

"Sweetheart, you never need to knock." She said, "just come on in."

"In fact..." She paused a beat, looking at me and biting her lower lip in thought before continuing. "Come here!"

I followed her back into the small office, where she rummaged around in a drawer before finding what she was looking for. She withdrew a small flat steel key and handed it to me, smiling.

"What's this?" I asked innocently.

"Um... a key." She said, with a playful mocking tone. "You're going to be over here a lot this summer and just in case you need to get in when I'm gone, or lock up, or whatever."

"Oh, ok." I said, "Thanks!"

"And no more knocking." She said, "we're family!"

She smiled and I dumbly smiled back.

After a moment, I reluctantly spoke again, "Uh, I'm going to head back, but before I go could I maybe wash up just a bit?" I asked.

It was much cooler in the house, but I still had sweat dripping down my chest and back and getting into my eyes.

"Of course, sweetie!" She said, waving a hand. "You know where the bathroom is."

I turned and walked around the corned to the bathroom. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me then stood in front of the mirror and turned on the cold water. I stood there for several long minutes, letting the cool water pour into my cupped hands that then washing my face and neck, running cool water through my hair, and finally dabbing my chest and stomach. I felt much much better as I turned the tap off and turned to look for a fresh towel. The rack behind me was empty. I saw one towel hung on the back of the door and reached for it. It was still damp and I realized it was the towel that Aunt Sandy had been wearing that morning. But I didn't have any other choice. I pulled the towel off the hook and slowly began to pat my face and body dry. The towel was cool and rich with the fragrance of soap and perfume. The scent instantly aroused me and I had to consciously tell myself to cool down.

It was only then that I turned a full circle and saw what was hanging from the shower rod. My mouth fell open as I stood face to face with at least a dozen tiny, delicate, brightly colored panties and thongs, all hung to dry. There were also lacy bras and at least three full length lingerie items. I had never imagined something like this being worn my Aunt Sandy, but as I looked at each piece, I could suddenly and vividly picture her in each one. Tentatively, I reached out a hand and touched the nearest item, a bright red silky thong. It was scarcely more fabric than a thin ribbon and an insanely small triangle of cloth. It felt smooth between my fingers. I was in a semi-dream like state when a knock came at the door and I just about jumped out of my body. Thankfully I didn't scream too.

I managed to clear my throat and utter a decidedly manly, "Almost done!" before regaining control of my breathing and exiting the room. As I stepped out, Aunt Sandy was standing there with a knowing look on her face. She didn't say anything, but something inside me knew that she knew I had been staring at her intimate items. I swallowed hard and tried to appear unconcerned as I stepped past her and back into the living room.

My heart was hammering in my throat as I walked through the room to the front door. I could feel her gliding along behind me and as I stepped out onto the front porch, she caught the door and followed me out. My bike was right there, just a few feet away. I reluctantly turned to say goodbye, hoping that I didn't look too guilty, but as I turned to face her I saw that she was staring at me with a slightly amused look on her face.

"Thanks for everything you did today," she said, "having the grass cut makes a huge difference."

"Of course!" I replied.

As I said this, she reached into her back pocket and produced a folded stack of bills, which she held out.

"Thanks!" I said, meeting her eyes and smiling. "Really, this means a lot."

"Please!" She scoffed. "I know how hard you were working. I'm the one getting the deal here. Plus we have a lot more to do."

I just nodded.

"You're coming back tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yeah. Same time if that's ok with you." I said.

"Perfect." she said with a gleam in her eye.

I had a hard time thinking of anything else on the hot bike ride home. She was so beautiful and her body was incredible. I kept trying to drive it out of my mind, but the sight of her breasts under that tight shirt, her legs, the curve of her neck, not to mention all those thongs in the bathroom. Plus I kept reliving the conversation, the playful looks. Could it be possible that she had actually been flirting with me? I was hopelessly lost. I didn't know what to think. When I got home I took a long cold shower to clear my head, but when I got out I was still thinking of her. Reluctantly, I gave into the fantasy, laying back on my bed, closing my eyes and picturing Aunt Sandy straddling me, wearing that skimpy red thing from her bathroom. It didn't take long before I came. With that out of my system, things finally cooled down.

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The next day, I woke up feeling like I had been through a weird dream. The event of yesterday seemed much more logical. It was hot, I was tired and dehydrated. There was nothing weird going on. I laughed at myself and the worry that I had worked up yesterday over nothing. After some breakfast and a quick shower, I threw on some old shorts, a t-shirt and a beat-up pair of sneakers. It was going to be another hot day working outdoors. Assuming her chain saw was in good working order, I was planning on cutting up the stump and all those fallen tree branches in Aunt Sandy's back yard. I grabbed my sunglasses and was out the door on my bike, peddling the few miles to her house.

As I pulled into her driveway, I saw her car around the back and knew she was home. I parked the bike and hopping up the front steps, eager to start the day's work. I knocked on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again and waited. After a few more minutes, I wondered if I should leave, maybe it wasn't a good time, something might have come up, but then I remembered the key and Aunt Sandy's words about just coming in. I still wasn't sure and I stood there silently debating with myself until finally I decided it wasn't a big deal, pulled our the key and unlocked the front door. Pushing it open, I was met with a blast of air conditioned cool air and the same room I remembered from last night. Aunt Sandy was not around.

"Aunt Sandy?" I called, moderately loudly. There was no answer.

I tentatively walked through all the house. She wasn't anywhere. I even opened the door to the unfinished basement and called down. Still nothing. Eventually, I shrugged it off and headed through the house. I would exit through the back door and start my work on the branches out back. I figured maybe she had gone for a walk or something.

As I approached the back door, I looked out the window and stopped in my tracks. There she was. She was lying on her stomach on a beach towel, which was spread out on a cushioned lounge chair on the deck. Her head was turned away from me and her hair was pinned up neatly, exposing the skin on her neck. I guess she decided to get some sunbathing in and maybe forgot that I was scheduled to come back and work today. I stared at her bronze skin and was amazed at simply how much of it was exposed. She was wearing a yellow bikini that covered just a little more than the crack of her ass. But as I watched, to my surprise I saw her shift and her arms reached behind her back and unclasped the bikini top. The straps fell to either side, exposing a thin tan line across her back.

I was paralyzed, standing at the window and watching this beautiful, mostly naked woman. From my vantage point I had a perfect angle to see everything. The 6ft tall privacy fence that surrounded the yard gave her the freedom to sunbathe this way. No one on the ground level would be able to see her laying there. As I watched, I debated what to do. I guess I could still go out there, clear my throat and remind her that I was there, but I didn't want to surprise or embarrass her. I also realized that my cock had begun to get hard and I reluctantly reached down and encouraged it with a few soft squeezes. Just then, I saw her move again. She pushed herself up on one elbow and then shifted her weight, pivoted and then lay down on her back. Her bare breasts completely exposed to the sun and the delighted wide eyes of her nephew. I was stunned. My mouth fell open.

Her tits were incredible. I know I didn't have a lot of experience in the real world, but I had seen some porn at least. I knew from a peek at one of her bras yesterday that she wore a C cup. They were full and perky and as she lay on her back they fell slightly to either side, her long thick nipples pointing away in slightly different directions. Her chest was a deep bronze except for two wedges of milky white skin where her bikini top usually covered her. My heart was racing and my cock was fully erect and aching. I don't know how long I stood at the window taking in the sight. I was finally jolted out of my trance, when I finally pulled my eyes away from her breasts and over to her face, which was, to my horror, staring right back at me.

My heart leap into my throat again and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. I was busted being just the biggest pervert ever, ogling my topless aunt. But as I looked again at her face, I saw that, incredibly she was smiling. Then she waved for me to come out. I took a deep jagged breath and slowly let it out, then quickly tried to hide my raging erection as I opened the back door. Stepping out onto the deck, I watched as Aunt Sandy sat up and then stood up, still topless, breasts bouncing delightfully as she stepped closer. I was painfully aware of keeping my eyes fixed firmly on her face as she carefully removed her ear buds from her ears. I could hear the soft tinkle of faint music from them as she held them in her hand.

"Shawn!" She said, "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

I opened my mouth to reply, but I literally couldn't make any words come out. She looked at me quizzically for a minute and narrowed her eyes.

"Are you ok, honey?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"I, I-I'm good... I'm sorry that I, I-I.." was all that I could stammer out. My heart was hammering and blood was thundering through my ears. I couldn't believe that I was standing this close to such a beautiful, half naked woman. I started to think I might black out.

Just then she looked down, seeming to notice for the first time that her tits were out.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, babe!" I must be losing my mind. "I'm just so comfortable that I completely forget that I took my top off."

She smiled slyly as she turned and retrieved the thin yellow piece of fabric then made quick work of putting it back in place, not that it really covered up that much more.

"You must think I'm some kind of white trash." She said, staring into my eyes.

"No, no, of course not!" I said, finally finding my voice. "Not at all. I was just... and it's your house anyway... I just wasn't expecting to see..."

"My tits?" She said and laughed, "Oh come on. I'm sure you've seen a hundred pairs and you know what they say, titties are just titties."

And with that we both laughed and we were able to move on. We walked over to the garage and she showed me the chainsaw, gloves, and safety goggles. I spent the next few minutes oiling up the machine and tightening the chain. Then I spent the next couple hours hard at work cutting thick branches into smaller, manageable chunks. It was hot, hotter than yesterday, but I didn't dare take a break and go into the house. I was still mortified that Aunt Sandy had caught me staring at her, regardless of what she said, I knew that she knew. I was pretty sure she was in there right now looking for other contractors who could finish all this summer work so she wouldn't be stuck with her perverted nephew.

I tried to put in out of my mind and concentrate on the task at hand. I ended up going above and beyond with the limb clean up. I cut everything to short lengths, then stacked them neatly along side the garage. I then spent another hour cutting down the large stump and removing it bit by bit. After that, I raked the wood chips and was in the process of thoroughly picking up the piles when I looked realized how late it was getting. I finished up by putting all the tools away and closing and locking the garage. I decided to avoid another awkward encounter with Aunt Sandy and just head straight home on my bike. However, as I tried to slowly walk my bike up the driveway, I saw the front door open out of the corner of my eye and there she was. She was leaning against the door frame and looking out at me. I was relieved to see that she was at least covered up better this time. She was wearing a full length white cotton bathrobe. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she stood there.

"All done?" she asked in a flat, emotionless voice, that I imagined was just barely covering the anger and disappointment.

"Yeah," I said, trying to meet her gaze, "Sorry it took so long. I'm just going to head on home."

She stared at me for another long moment as I held my breath. Finally she replied.

"Before you go, can you step inside real quick?" she asked.

I nodded and swallowed hard. I had by now completely forgotten about her smiles and laughter earlier. I convinced myself I had imagined that. I was sure she was going to tell me how disappointed she was in me. Or that she had already called my parents. Or something worse. My heart began to race once again and I slowly made my way over the the front porch and then walked past her into the house. As I stepped inside and felt the relief of the cool air conditioning, I heard the front door close behind me.

"Have a seat." she said solemnly.

I turned and sat on the edge of the couch. My eyes were on the carpet in front of me as she stepped closer until she was standing directly in front of me. I couldn't bring myself to look up. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. I was supposed to be this nice guy. She was my Aunt. She was always there for me. And now I had betrayed her in the worse way. As she stood there I saw her bare feet beneath the white robe and even now, in this stressful state, I found myself thinking about how sexy her toes were. I had to snap out of it.

"Shawn,..." she began, her voice much softer now.

Before she could continue, It all came gushing out.

"I'm SO sorry, Aunt Sandy!" I said, "I don't know what I was thinking. I know you must be so upset and I don't blame you at all. I just hope there is some way you can forgive me and we can move past this."

I finally lifted my eyes to meet hers. What I saw surprised me. I was expected anger or hurt, but I saw a soft smile that touched her eyes. She was staring down at me with a look of love and tenderness. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed to be a long time. Then I watched as she took a deep breath, her smile grew and as she let out a trembling breath. Then she slowly untied the fabric belt around her waist and spread the sides of her robe apart, exposing her breasts for the second time today.

Then she slowly turned and sat down next to me on the couch. I was transfixed on her and my heart of thundering in my chest.

"It's ok" she said softly and reached out and placed her hand on mine.

"I don't understand." was all I could manage to get out.

"Just tell me," she began again, "what do you think?"

When I stayed silent she continued.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, still smiling, but I thought I detected the first trace of something else, a vulnerability. She was in control, but she was still waiting for my response.

I swallowed hard and with a quivering voice I said, "Aunt Sandy, honestly, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Her smile brightened and she seemed to relax again.

"But I still don't understand." I continued.

At that, she reached up and slipped the robe off her shoulders, letting the material fall to her waist. She was now topless, but unlike earlier in the day she seemed cool and clean. I could smell the mesmerizing mix of soap, shampoo and perfume. Her nipples, which had been soft just a moment before were already getting harder.

"Shawn, I have ben thinking about you for a while." she began again. I just nodded, trying to encourage her to go on without risking speaking and saying the wrong thing.

"I've know a lot of guys, but I've never known anyone as sweet and caring as you." Again, just a nod from me.

"And as I've been watching you this summer, I have developed some deeper feelings..." she left that hanging and stared into my eyes.

"... feelings that I was hoping we could... explore together." she finally finished.

I swallowed hard.

"You are so beautiful!" I finally managed to say, although my voice came out shaky.

With that, we both leaned in and our lips found each other's. It was soft and tender. I felt my a shiver run down my body and we pulled slightly apart and kissed again, pressing in harder this time. I could smell her cool skin, her shampoo. I was concentrating on the taste of her lips, (she was wearing a light coating of something cherry), when her lips parted invitingly. Without overthinking it, my tongue slid into her mouth. It was warm and wet and as her lips closed down on my tongue, gently sucking it in deeper, she let out a barely audible moan.

My cock had been growing since I walked in the door and saw her, and now it was at full attention, but I didn't want to rush things. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and together we slid sideways into the couch cushions, everything else forgotten except the taste and feeling of each other's lips and tongues. She was an amazing kisser. She would alternate between a reserved, playful dance of her tongue, inviting me in and teasing me and then she would push me back and take control, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth, swirling and sucking in ways I had never imagined.

As we continued to kiss, she adjusted our position, pressing my back firmly against the back of the couch and throwing one leg over my waist to straddle me. This gorgeous, topless woman was sitting on my lap, one leg on either side of me as we kissed passionately, the white cotton of her robe billowing out on either side. My hands ran up and down her back, along her arms, and got lost in the tangles of her hair. I pulled her close as we kissed, pressing her body into mine.

I don't know how long we continued like that. It could have been five minutes or an hour. Time seemed to slow down at the same time it was rushing past us.

Finally, pulling away from our kiss, Aunt Sandy reached down and pulled my shirt from the bottom edge, up and over my head. Throwing the shirt back over her shoulder, we resumed kissing with a passion, our bare chests now skin to skin. As we kissed, she gently shifted side to side, rubbing her breasts and erect nipples against my body. The sensation electrified my to the point that I thought I might cum right then and there.

In an attempt to slow things down, I pulled away from her kiss. She looked down into my eyes and I don't know what she saw, but she smiled and then using her right hand, she cupped her right breast, leaned close and with her other hand directed my face to her nipple. I obliged and opened my mouth just as the plump flesh of her boob pressed in. I closed my mouth and began to suck, relishing the feeling of the thick nipple in my mouth. My tongue flicked over the tip and I was rewarded with a subtle twitch in her body and another sensual moan. My hands found the middle of her back and pressed her in to me even tighter as I playfully licked and sucked. After several minutes with her nipples in my mouth, I pulled back again and bringing my arms around in front of her, reached up and cupped both of her tits in my hands. I rolled her nipples back and forth between my thumb and finger. They were still warm and wet from my saliva.

I squeezed and felt the weight of her breasts and marveled at the fact that I was really here. We were really doing this. Again, I felt like it was too much. I would never be able to make it another five minutes before I came. I desperately didn't want to blow my load in my pants while we were just making out, so I fortified my mind and concentrated on cooling down just enough.

Just then she spoke again, leaning in close and looking directly into my eyes.

"Sweetie, are you a virgin?" she said softly.

We had never discussed this, and I had been out with girls, but I guess she always knew... or at least suspected that I had never closed the deal with a girl. Part of me was embarrassed to tell her the truth and thought about trying to fake some details of past sexual conquests in some stupid attempt to, what? Impress her? But at the same time, I somehow knew that this was a safe place. There was no judgment here. There was only love and care.

Slowly I nodded. Not even able to admit it out loud.

"I thought so." She said, smiling and nodding along with me.

"Would you like to make love to me, Shawn?" She said, still in that quiet voice just above a whisper.

I found my voice.

"Yes! Yes I want that!" I said, before sitting up and pulling her into another long kiss.

With that she extricated herself from my lap, stood up, and while staring down at me untied the belt to her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Watching her standing there before me, completely naked, I had never seen a more beautiful woman. Then she reached out her hand and took mine, pulling me up. She held onto my hand as she turned and started to walk out of the room, pulling my behind her. I followed in a daze, staring at her beautiful bare ass, long athletic legs and bare feet as they padded down the hall way. At the end of the hall, she pushed open her bedroom door. She let go of my hand and as we walked inside, she turned and shut the door behind us. We already had the whole house to ourselves, but there was something much closer and more intimate about being in the small enclosed room. The air felt closer and warmer and almost charged with something electric.

I watched as she stepped over to the bed and pulled down the sheets. Then she climbed in and lay on her back, staring back at me. It took a couple awkward moments of fumbling with my shoes and pants before I was naked too and climbing into her bed. My cock was rock hard and she smiled when she saw it coming closer. I felt like I was moving in slow motion or that I only had about 75% control of my body. My heart was still pounding inside my chest and my head was feeling light and yet, this was the most wonderful and natural feeling I could think of. It was nothing like I had imagined.

I slowly crawled on top of her as she spread her legs open. Holding myself above her, we were face to face. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me gently down on top of her and then we were kissing again. My eyes closed and I concentrated again on the taste and feeling of her mouth, her tongue, her teeth. While we kissed one of her hands snaked down and I felt her thin fingers wrap around my penis. He squeezed softly and I groaned. She smiled for a moment that broke up our kiss.

I pushed myself back up to arms length and looked down into her eyes. She was smiling and I felt a rush of affection for her. This was so much more than the feeling of animal lust I had before when I thought of her and masturbated. This was real and felt fuller. There was somehow a weight to the moment. I knew that she loved me and wanted to please me, to take care of me. She wanted me to feel whole and fulfilled.

As I stared down into her eyes I simply said, "I love you."

She didn't respond. She just smiled, nodded, and guided my cock between her waiting vaginal lips. She was already wet and I slipped into her easily. She both took deep breaths as she released my cock and I gently pushed my hips forward until I was fully inside her. The feeling of her skin, her insides, wrapped around me, pressed and rubbing against my cock was unbelievable. I lowered myself back onto her and pressed my face into her neck as I began rocking back and forth, plunging myself deep into her and then pulling back out.

I could hear the wet slapping sounds and smell the thick scent of our sex. I pivoted and slid one arm under her back and then my other arm down under her ass as I continued to move, bucking against each other and finding a rhythm. As much as I worried about coming earlier when we were kissing, I seemed to get a second wind and happily pounded away harder and harder as I listened to her moan. This continued for several minutes, the sensations slowly building and building. She wrapped her legs around mine and locked her ankles over the back of my calves, as she continued moaning.

All at once I felt her vagina grow even wetter and felt hot fluids squirting out against my thighs with each thrust. The feeling was just too intense and I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to say something, to warn her, to prepare her, but I found that I was only partially in control of myself. I continued thrusting into her. Harder. Harder. Until it happened, I felt the dam break and there was a massive explosion of sensation. I had been having orgasms for years, but this was in a class by itself. I could feel the cum rushing out of me and knew it was a lot, more than a regular amount. It kept coming and coming as I moved back and forth, feeling wave after wave of pleasure roll over me.

Finally, spent, I collapsed and tried to catch my breath. I didn't realize that I had been holding it and breathing in gasps for the last few minutes. As my chest heaved and I sucked in lungs full of air, I moved and began to pull out of Aunt Sandy. But as I did she reacted, putting her arms around me and holding me in place.

"No, wait!" she said, breathlessly.

"I'm sorry!" I said, "I couldn't stop it."

"Just wait." she said again.

I relaxed my body, resting on top of her, but she didn't seem to mind the weight. We lay still for several minutes, not speaking, just breathing and enjoying the skin to skin contact. And then I felt her vagina contracting, squeezing me. I could feel her legs and stomach clenching in time with the rhythm and I let out a low moan of ecstasy and she continued whatever it was that she was doing. Then she slid her head under my neck and began to kiss and lick the sides of my neck from down close to my collar bone, all the way up to my ear. With each kiss, with each feeling of suction, I felt a jolt run through me. I turned my head and her mouth found my ear, closing her lips around my earlobe and biting softly.

As she bit down, my cock began to come back to life, growing larger and more sensitive with each passing moment. As she continued squeezing, she also started swiveling her hips to either side, twisting and gyrating beneath me and then slowly, but more and more forcefully bucking her hips up into mine. After a few minutes of this, I was fully erect and ready to go again. I once again began thrusting my cock into her, matching that same slow rhythm. The pleasure was the same, but different some how. It was a slow burn building and building. I was pleasurably surprised to see that I was able to remain hard much much longer, without immediately coming this second time around.

Each trust began to take on more and more force and generating more feeling. Gradually as this continued, our speed increased, until after several more minutes the bedsprings were creaking and the headboard began banging against the wall. It was intense. The sensations kept rising and I kept waiting for the end, for the crest of the wave to break, but it just kept going. We were both panting now from exertion. I looked down and saw that Aunt Sandy's head was thrown back and she was grunting with each thrust. Her skin was flushed from the physical strain. I held myself back enough to admire her breasts, bouncing up and down as we furiously shook the bed, then lowered my face and began kissing her throat.

He arms wrapped around me again, her fingers first digging into my shoulders and then moving down to my lower back. She pulled me down with each thrust and her hips rose to meet my body. All at once she began moaning.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned and the sultry sound of her voice was almost too much to bear.

"Oh yes! Yes, yes!" She continued, and I felt more moisture now squirting out of her. There was a rush of slippery fluid and the room was filled with the overpower smell of sex. She wrapped her legs around me and her muscles tightened, stopping my momentum and holding me still, by penis buried deep inside her. At the same time I felt the muscles inside her contracting in waves.

"Yes, yes! Oh God!" she said. I felt the same way, riding the wave of pleasure.

Then her hand released my hips and found the back of my head, pulling me back to her face for another deep kiss. Locked in this tight embrace, kissing and writhing through the throes of orgasm together it was like we were one body. Again, I don't know how long it lasted, but eventually we released each other and I rolled to the side. Laying next to her on my back we stared at the ceiling, chests heaving and breathing ragged as we caught our breath and let our heart stop pounding.

After I was finally able to see straight, I turned, propping myself up on one elbow and just took in the sight next to me. Laying beside me, Aunt Sandy's full breasts being pulled down gently by gravity, she turned at looked up into my eyes. She smiled. God, her eyes were so beautiful and full of life. I was transfixed, staring at her. I slowly reached a hand over and gently stroked her face, her cheek bone, the curve of jaw. My fingers traced the outline of her lips, then moved back to her hair. I pulled her close and kissed her again. It was a long, slow, sensual kiss. Whereas the kissed earlier were passionate, eager and hungry. Now it was soft, full of contentment, relaxing and confident.

"Thank you!" I said.

She just smiled and stared up at me with those incredible eyes. I knew it was going to be the greatest summer of my life.