Chapter 1

When my divorce became final, it was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had put up with a lot from my husband Jonathan, including the fact that we hadn't made love in months, but things had gone too far! When he broke the news that he had "accidentally" knocked up his assistant in the advertising firm he worked for, and she was demanding child support, I saw the writing on the wall. I guess I could have forgiven him for that, if it had been a one time thing, but I felt compelled to do a little digging.

I hired a private investigator. She was young, but I liked her no-nonsense approach. "Mrs. Kellerman, I have some bad news." She said while I was sipping coffee in her tiny but Spartan neat office. "Let me just cut to the chase. If I where you, I'd get a divorce."

"Call me Helen." I sighed and put down my cup. "How bad is it, Miss Monroe?"

"It's Petra." She pulled a manila envelope out of her top desk drawer and handed it to me. Inside were five eight by ten photographs. They had the look of screen captures off of a video recording. The settings were all the same. It looked like some cheap motel down town. They all depicted my rat bastard of a husband screwing five different young women. "I'm very sorry Helen, but you needed to see them. Your husband habitually used the same room for his lunch time activities, so I just planted a pinhole camera overlooking the bed."

"I thought infidelity wasn't grounds for divorce any more?" I asked with a heavy heart. "I'd be shafted if he used the legal department of his company."

The detective took the pictures and spread them across the desk. "Eighteen" she said pointing to a picture. "Nineteen, nineteen, eighteen" she paused and tapped the last photograph. "Fifteen years old. I'm sure your husband didn't know, but it's something you can use. I interviewed the girl and she assured me he thought she was nineteen. When Mr. Kellerman finds out young Kitty was using a fake ID at the club he got her drunk in before taking her to bed, I'm sure he'll see the wisdom in a no contest split, fifty-fifty down the middle."

I stared at the picture. "Petra, it's going to be sixty-forty and I keep the damn house!"

The divorce went better then I ever hoped for. Jonathan bent over backwards to accommodate me in every way. I suppose I should have gone to the police with what I know, but like they say. What goes around comes around. The day after I got the papers finalizing everything, the shit hit the fan for Jonathan. Kitty, now sporting a cute little baby bump, had admitted everything to her parents. They went ballistic! Charges were soon made. Poor Jonathan was now getting ready for his trial, and didn't even have money for bail after the divorce settlement. It looked like he wouldn't be anywhere near a female anytime in the foreseeable future!

I was free! I never expected it, but after so many years married to Jonathan, I welcomed being a single woman again! I sold our house, and laughed when I took a loss in this bad market. I sent a photocopy of the paperwork to Jonathan, just so he could see how little I let it go for. I even took his custom made golf clubs and donated them to Good Will! I know it sounds petty, but fuck it!

I was checking the real estate listings one morning when I got a phone call. "Helen, it's me. Guess what?"

"Hi Liz." My twin sister and I have always been very close. She was a huge help to me in my time of need. "You're pregnant again."

She laughed. "How did you always know? Just once I want to surprise you when I'm expecting! That's not what I was calling you about though."

"I can always tell by your voice. Oh hell Liz, the vagina isn't a clown car you know! Aren't six brats enough? What are you going to do with seven?"

"Jeeze, I have to make up the balance since you don't want any kids!" she laughed again. "Anyway, I have great news! You know that house on the end of my street? It's hitting the market tomorrow! Get down here as fast as you can before anyone else finds out about it!"

"I'm sure Mark will be thrilled at having his sister-in-law living within walking distance! I can hear him now." I tried to talk in a deep manly voice. "Honey, your clone's here again! Tell her to come back only if she needs to borrow a kidney or some bone marrow from you!"

"Oh poo! He's not like that and you know it! Mark thinks you're great. Besides, having a baby sitter who works for free in the neighborhood made him see it my way in no time!"

That's how I ended up living right down the street from my sister's ever growing family. My new house was perfect! The three bedrooms meant I could convert one room into an office, and have a spare bedroom for any guests I didn't actually want to share a bed with! It only had one bathroom, but since I only had one bladder, that was fine by me! Besides, it had a swimming pool in the fenced in and private little back yard! With the money I got from the divorce, and my share of the family trust fund. I was all set to live quite comfortably for the rest of my life. Little did I know what strange twist would throw my life into complete disarray.

I'm lazy at heart, so when I heard the knocking at my door at the ungodly hour of ten a.m., I grumbled as I slipped into my robe and stomped to the door. "Didn't I just see you last night at your birthday party?" I snapped at my nephew Andy as I nearly yanked the door off its hinges.

"Aunt Helen, chill!" He grinned at me. "They're at it again!"

I shook my head and opened the door wider to allow him entrance. What could I do? Liz and Mark had decided on some rather extensive remodeling of the house and had contractors working nearly 'round the clock in order to finish before the baby was due. Poor Andy worked nights saving for college, and all that excessive pounding and sawing kept him awake all during the day. Whenever things got too bad, I let him crash in my spare bedroom. "You know where everything is." I muttered, before heading back to bed.

Two hours later, I got up in a much better, if not forgetful frame of mind. I padded to the bathroom and opened the door. "Oh shit! Sorry Andy!" I stammered, before backing right out again. My nephew was standing in the tub, taking a shower. Through the transparent foggy surface of my shower curtain, I could just make out him slowly stroking his erect penis. How embarrassing! What made it worse was the definite feeling of longing that now filled my soul. Between my husband's lack of attentions, and my divorce, I hadn't so much as seen a real live penis in almost two years!

"Don't be disgusting!" I muttered as I high tailed it back to my room. "All this means is it's time for you to start dating again. With a sigh, I decided to make an appointment with my doctor. I needed to get back on the pill so I could find a boyfriend to ease my tense little soul.

I waited until I heard the bathroom door open, and then I sheepishly reemerged from my room. Andy took a look at me, and blushed beet red. "Sorry Aunt Helen. I thought you were still asleep."

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I was the one who barged in on you." I smiled. "You weren't doing anything that anyone else hasn't done before. Let's just forget about it, okay?"

He smiled. "Thanks! You're the best Aunt Helen!"

He went to the bedroom I was letting him use, and I returned to the bathroom. I hung my robe on the door hook, but froze on my way to the tub. A bra strap was hanging out of the hamper. I know I didn't leave it like that. I have this mild compulsion were I fold my clothes and place them neatly into the hamper, as if I was expecting an inspection or something. I would never have left anything hanging over the side. I slowly went to the hamper and looked in. There was Andy's underpants, and the rest of his clothes. How did my bra end up on top?

"Oh holy shit! Andy was looking at my bra, and then." I felt myself grow warm. "He looked at my bra, and then needed to jerk off?" Now I was really embarrassed! He obviously had liked my 40DD bra. That most certainly meant he liked what I had to put in it!

My dickhead husband had felt the need to go outside of our marriage for sexual gratification. Embarrassment or not, it's nice to know that someone was interested in my body! I looked in the mirror and smiled bashfully. "I don't sag too much." I whispered as I looked over my overly ample assets. "At least I've never been pregnant." Liz has expanded over the years and babies to a rather astounding 45EEE. She had a little weight on me now, but the never ending struggle to regain her figure after each pregnancy kept it to a eye pleasing set of curves. Guys everywhere drooled over the happy plump blonde milf baby factory she had become!

I turned from side to side, trying to see my ass in the mirror. "My figure's better." I said proudly. Being lazy enough to sleep late in no way meant I skipped my workouts! My legs are nicely toned, and my tight flat stomach looked great, if I do say so myself! At forty-two, I could still pass for early thirties. Maybe even late twenties, if nobody looked too close! Just last month I had almost cried happy tears when the guy at the liquor store had carded me before ringing up my bottle of wine! If he had unzipped his pants, I would have dropped to my knees and given him a blowjob out of pure gratitude right there in the checkout line!

I jumped in the shower and started to wash. I took the hand held showerhead from its bracket, but stopped myself. "No!" I scolded. "That's just too creepy with Andy in the house. You can play all you want tonight when he goes to work!" Thinking back, that was the moment that could have saved me. The moment passed, and I just hurried through my shower and ignored my arousal.

I worked in my office for most of the day, but didn't actually get anything done. My mind kept drifting back to the sight of Andy playing with his cock. I never really gave it any thought before, but he had turned eighteen yesterday and was obviously now a man. He was nicely muscled and stood nearly six foot tall. With his shock of red hair, he was a catch a woman of any age would eagerly go after! It did my vain little heart good to know I had inspired such a handsome young man into 'popping a load'.

"Screw this! I said, shutting down my computer. I looked at the clock. It was almost seven. Perfect! Andy would be getting up soon to head out for work. Vanity would get the better of me, but I decided to give him something to fuel his dreams when he clocked out to go home later tonight.

I hurried out of my jeans and tee shirt, and slipped into my swim suit. I couldn't help smiling. Yes, as the song goes, I wore an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini. I knew I looked damn good in it, too! The top barely contained the girls, and the bottom was hardly more then the little triangle of a tiny yellow thong. At five foot two, with my figure, natural blonde hair, and a nice all over tan, I was undeniably hot! If I walked out the front door and crossed the street, the odds were very good I'd cause a serous traffic accident!

Hurrying downstairs, I fixed myself a drink, and took it, a nice big beach towel, and the current book I was reading outside. Once again I was glad the previous owners obviously liked their privacy. Tall stockade fences and lots of decorative trees and shrubbery made it impossible for anyone, save maybe helicopter pilots, to see into my yard. I took great pains to arrange myself for best effect as seen from my patio door. Between the drink and my book, I was feeling quite a bit warmer then the summer sun was toasting me. Ever read any Anais Nin? Holy smoke! "Delta of Venus" is hot with a capital H!

I was lost in her heady eroticism when I heard a tap on the sliding door's frame. "Aunt Helen, I, um, I'm heading off for work now."

I looked at him over the lenses of my sunglasses and smiled as I put my book down next to me on the towel. "You certainly are devoted to raising the funds for your education." I noticed with pure delight that I was raising something else in the crotch of his jeans. It may be embarrassing for the guy, but an erection is one of the most sincere complements an eighteen year old man can pay a woman just entering her forties!! I have no idea why I did it, unless I just wanted to tease him some more, but I went on to say what was probably the most damningly stupid thing I ever uttered in my life! "Why don't you call out sick, just this once? We can swim and then I'll cook you dinner."

He stared at me, with a big goofy grin on his face. "My boss does keep warning me that sick days don't roll over for the next year. It's a use 'em or lose 'em policy."

It surprised the hell out of me that he accepted my idea! I had thought he would simply bow out as gracefully as his obvious boner would let him. Still, I liked the attention he was lavishing on my body. "Good, you know where I keep the spare suits. Make your call, and then join me."

When he returned, the smile was off of his face. He held a towel in front of his body, as if it were a shield. "Um, Aunt Helen, maybe this isn't such a good idea after all."

"Why not, Andy?"

He stepped outside into the summer heat, and slowly moved the towel out of the way. "Sorry about this." He whispered, as his erection tented out the front of his trunks almost comically.

My heart nearly leapt to my throat. Good Lord, he was huge! I hadn't really got that good of a look through the steam fogged shower curtain, and his jeans were much more constricting then the lighter fabric of the trunks. He was ten inches, at least, and looked nearly as thick as my wrist! Andy made my husband's look like a child's little pee-pee by comparison! I just smiled. "I'm very flattered. Don't worry about it. I know it's nothing you're doing on purpose."

He came over and sat next to me on my towel. "Thanks Aunt Helen. I usually never get this, um, bad."

I decided to tease hi a little bit more. My inflated ego wanted to know he was destined to go jerk off again as soon as he could politely slip away. "Don't any of your girlfriends 'take care' of you?"

"What girlfriends? I'm so damn busy at work, I have no time for a social life!"

"Is that why you were masturbating this morning?"

He blushed, and looked so damn cute! "Yeah, I guessed you really did what I was doing."

I put a hand on his leg. "It's not a problem. Everybody does it. That means girls, too. If a girl says she doesn't masturbate, I'll show you a girl that's lying!"

He took a deep breath. For almost a minute he didn't speak. "Um, do you, Aunt Helen?"

I smiled. "Every day. Sometimes twice a day."

He grinned. "I do about four times a day. It's the only way I can keep from being distracted at work. My boss may be a bitch, but she's a hottie!"

Four times a day? God, I hoped he didn't notice how damp I was getting! "What's this hottie bitch like?"

"She's about your age, but her tits aren't nearly as big as yours."

I couldn't help grinning. "Is that why you were checking out my bra?"

"You're really 40DD?" he asked excitedly. "Mom's bigger then you, but yours look firmer."

"Don't put your mom down, kiddo!" I grinned. "She does great for someone who's had so many kids."

"I wasn't putting her down, honest!" He went on in a softer voice. "Sometimes I jerk off into her panties before I do the laundry."

Wow! Andy was a serious milf hunter, including his own mom! That was so wrong, but so very exciting at the same time. "Since your mom and I are twins, just take it to mean that I'm what your mother would be looking like, if she never had any kids."

"I know!" he shook his head. "You don't hate me, do you?"

"Of course not, sweetie!"

He sighed. "I think I better go now."

"Why? I enjoy talking to you as a grown up." I was playing with fire, but just couldn't stop myself. "You can't tell your mother I said this, but did you know we used to practice kissing with each other?"

The dark lenses of my sunglasses hid the fact that I was carefully eyeing the tent in his trunks. I smiled to myself when I saw a spreading little wet area, just at the tip of the tent. "We used to get carried away, and end up doing all sorts of naughty things to each other."

He fidgeted a bit, but sure looked interested. I pushed things to the next level. "So Andy, have you ever went all the way with any of those girls you knew in highschool?"

He hung his head. "Not really. I guess I'm still a virgin."

My heart almost stopped! This beautiful young man never did it with a girl before? I don't know if it was the heat of the day, the drink, or the erotic book I was reading, but my hand on his leg moved slowly until I was touching his erection. "That's nothing to be ashamed of." I cooed. "I think it's sweet."

"Aunt Helen?" he asked softly as I gave that wonderful hardness a little squeeze. "W-What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." I smiled innocently. "Do you want me to stop?"

He shook his head. "Uh, no. No I don't."

I turned on my side, and let my breasts press against his arm as I slowly stroked him through the thin material of the trunks. "Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" I asked in a soft whisper.