Chapter 1

It was the sound of the door opening that awakened me, that first morning I was home from my freshman year in college. I was in bed, naked as usual, with my hand on the hard-on that my cock usually sported when I was waking up. I’d just been having a wet dream about my sister Diane (although it hadn’t quite gotten to the wet part yet). The bedclothes had been pushed aside, and I was lying naked on the top sheet.

Diane was a year older than me. She had brown eyes, with the eye folds we’d both inherited from our Asian father, but in most other ways she took after my Swedish-American Mom, with honey-colored hair and fairer skin. And like Mom, she had a great set of tits, smaller but firmer than Mom’s. Mostly, I had to imagine how those breasts looked underneath the bra of her bikini when we swam in the pool, but I’d seen them bare once last summer, when I walked into the bathroom just as she was stepping out of the shower. It was a vision that must have been burned into my brain, because that image of her perfect young breasts was popping up in my wet dreams quite a lot lately.

And there she was, in a red robe, standing in my bedroom doorway, looking at me!

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. No, it wasn’t her, after all. This woman’s hair and skin were too dark. It was Aunt Dee, my father’s twin sister and my godmother. She was looking at me with my hard cock in my hand in all its tumescent glory. What was she doing there? And then, as my mind shook off its sleep haze, I remembered that she’d been visiting my family for last few days.

The red bathrobe cloaked her slim frame. All I could see was the dark brown hair and burnt-cream skin, the same color as mine. And brown eyes that looked like mine, with their epicanthic folds. She was in her late thirties. The surprise on her face quickly dissolved into an impish grin.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” she said. “I was going to make breakfast for myself, and wanted to see if you were up.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Dee...” I groped for the sheet to cover myself.

“Don’t apologize, Jeremy. And forget about the sheet. I’ve seen a few dicks before! And there isn’t a man anywhere in the world who hasn’t woken up with ‘morning wood!’ Here, let me see it.” And with that, she moved over and sat on the bed. As she leaned forward, her robe fell open enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Move your hand, dear,” she said. I let go of my cock. “It’s so beautiful and hard! May I touch it?”

I nodded, and she grasped it in her hand, so delicate and small, and gave it a tentative squeeze, as if measuring its degree of arousal. Then she started stroking it with an index finger, slowly tracing it from base to cap, and glancing up from time to time to see the astonished expression on my face as the pre-cum began to ooze out of my cock.

“You like this, don’t you, dear?” She said with a smile.

I nodded again.

“If we’re going to be this intimate, maybe I should take my robe off.” Without an answer from me, she stood, let the robe fall from her shoulders, and laid it on the bed. She was naked except for some white cotton panties that were just sheer enough to show me the dark hair of her pubes. For a woman as old as my dad, she had a great figure. She’d never had kids, and she’d obviously been staying fit; she was the coach of the girl’s swim team at the high school where she taught English. Her stomach was flat as a board, and her small breasts had just a touch of sag. She had the barest trace of a tan line. She looked splendid!

She sat back down again and grasped my cock again, this time more aggressively, and started moving her hand up and down on it.

“Here, let me give you something to play with,” she said as she moved closer to me. Her breasts, with dark brown nipples the size of jelly beans, were only inches away from my face. “I like to have them sucked,” she said simply. “So suck them, Jeremy!”

I reached up and grabbed her left breast, so soft and warm and pliable, and kneaded it in my hand. Then she bent lower, and my lips touched her nipple. I sucked, and I reached up with my other hand to fondle her other breast.

I’d seen plenty of tits on the Internet by now, and marveled at how they bounced and jiggled, but the only ones I’d actually felt were the small ones on my girlfriend when she let me slide my hand under her bra as we necked. (And second base was as far as I’d gotten with her.) Now I could not only feel the breasts, but see them and suck on them and feel their warmth of their silky skin and the stiffness of their nipples.

Her skin seemed to glow with the light of the morning sun on it, and I caught the whiff of a musky smell, like perfume and yet not perfume, that seemed to envelop her as she leaned forward. The sensations of her aroma, her nipple in my mouth, her breast in my hand, and her own hand stroking my erection were enough to send me over the edge, and before I even knew it was happening, I had shot wad after wad of cum onto my chest that ended with a dribble that ran down her hand. There was a lot of it. I blushed.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said as she gave it a final squeeze. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of! I didn’t realize you had such a hair trigger, that’s all. Let me clean that up.” She licked the cum off her hand and smiled at me. “It tastes pretty good, you know!” With a corner of her robe, she dabbed the rest of the cum off my chest and licked the skin clean.

“Come on, let’s get breakfast,” I heard her say as she stood up. “Don’t bother to dress. I want to see you naked! Just put a towel down when you sit at the table.”

“But Mom and Dad...”

“They’re not here. One of her friends called, the one who’s having a baby. She called to say that she was going into labor, and she asked your mom to look after their kids while she and her husband were at the hospital. They won’t be back until after sunset, if not later.” She gave me a smile. “We’re on our own here!”

“What about Dad?”

“Gary went with her. Her car is in the shop, so they had to use his, and she can’t drive stick. Are you hungry?”

I was hungry, all right, but it wasn’t just for breakfast. She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me toward the kitchen, stopping only at the bathroom for me to pee and grab a hand towel to cover the kitchen chair. In the kitchen, she donned one of Mom’s aprons and started cooking, giving me a splendid view of her tight ass, covered in those sheer panties, and a generous glimpse of side-boob. It didn’t help my horny state of mind when she served the food, because she hung the apron back on its hook in the pantry and sat across the table from me. I could not tear my eyes from her bare breasts, small but with those fat dark nipples and the slight sag that betrayed her years. Had she see me furtively looking at her while we used our swimming pool yesterday, admiring her figure? She’d worn a swimsuit that she surely wouldn’t have worn as a coach in school, and didn’t match the tan lines I’d just seen on her. This swimsuit was a high-cut one-piece number that showed every curve, and the unmistakable bulges of her nips under the fabric. And a crotch that showed a definite camel-toe. The sight had given me a raging hard-on, and when I adjusted my cock in my trunks, I glanced up to her face and found her smiling at me, so she obviously wasn’t embarrassed by my attention to her.

“You do have a lovely cock, you know!” she said as she sipped her coffee. “You probably caught me staring at it when we were swimming yesterday. Those trunks really didn’t hide it! You were really getting a boner, weren’t you?” She laughed, and I suddenly became self-conscious about my penis, which was swelling at the sight of those lovely tits jiggling. I felt its cap lifting off the towel on the chair as the blood flowed into it. I reached down to touch it, and it swelled even more.

“That’s your fault, Aunt Dee! That one-piece you were wearing ... it made your legs look so long. Those leg holes must have gone halfway up to your armpit! What did you expect a guy like me to do?”

“Get a boner, of course! But when I saw your cock this morning, it was like a dream come true! I was hoping to see you nude, and I did! And with a hard-on, too! I felt that the least I could do in return was give you a little tickle and some eye candy.”

She finished her coffee and gathered her thoughts. Then she said, “Jeremy, have you had a lot of experience with girls?”

“Hardly any. I have a girlfriend. Sandra’s her name.”

“What have you done with Sandra?”

“We made out some.”

“Any sex?”

“She gave me a ... you know, what you did.”

She smiled. “A handjob? I know the word!”

“Um, yeah. And once she sucked me, and I came in her mouth. That was great!”

“And what did you do in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I meant? Did you eat her out?”

“Um, no. I kind of wanted to, like I’ve seen in the pornos, but she said she didn’t want to do it, ‘cause it looked gross.”

“No grosser than a blowjob ... yes, I know that word, too!” she laughed again. “Tell me honestly now, have you fucked anybody?”

I must have reddened, because she gave a knowing smile. I admitted that I was still a virgin. “You know, I’m glad she didn’t want me to ... eat her out,” I said. “You know ... because I really don’t know how to do it, and I was scared I’d screw up and she’d laugh at me.”

“Well, then, you have a lot to learn,” she said at last. “As your godmother, I’m supposed to be guiding you in your education on things spiritual, and there’s not much that’s more spiritual than sex. I’m going to teach you a lot of things that you need to know to please a woman. And to make the sexual experience better for you, too. You can’t learn it by just jacking off. Are you willing to learn it?”

I nodded.

“So you haven’t done anything that might give you a venereal disease?” she continued. “You know about that, right? ‘Exchange of fluids’ and so on?”

“Sort of. They talked about that in Sex Education, but they didn’t use those terms, exactly. I haven’t done anything to catch a disease, if that’s what you mean.”