Chapter 2

A few days after making his decision, John worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn’t’ stop until the sun went down. By the time he got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and he was completely soaked. His Aunt had dinner waiting, and he wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal.

After dinner, they went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and John couldn’t help but smile as his Aunt cuddled next to him. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and John couldn’t help but feel more manly as she took comfort at his side. After a while, it became too windy, and they decided to head inside.

They were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I’m kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.”

“No, I don’t mind, Aunt Rose,” John replied, maybe a little too quickly.

“It’s just, I never really liked lightning and thunder...” she trailed off. “Your uncle ... your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you feel safe...,” he said.

John had planned to not act on his natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. He had already fought the battle in his head, and he had won. He would only comfort her and nothing more. John held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night.

Although he had decided not to cross the moral line, his body didn’t know any better. His cock throbbed against his Aunt’s back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, his cock rested against her sleeping body. John struggled to sleep as he considered that his Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, yet John was in his place. He awoke a few times to hear his Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap his arms tighter around her to assure her that he was there to protect her.

John had a lot of work the following day due to the storm. For eight hours, he worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, his body ached. Small blisters had appeared on his hand from where he had gripped the hammer.

Aunt Rose had always been attentive to his needs, but he immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when he went into the house. Before, she had treated him as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to him no differently than a wife would talk to a husband.

“What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while she folded his coat.

“I’m starving. I’ll eat anything,” he told her.

“Alright then, spaghetti it is...” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage Honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added.

Indeed he really could use one. His arms and back were burning, and he knew he would enjoy having Aunt Rose feeling him up after a long day’s work.

“Yeah that sounds nice,” he replied.

“You better get washed up then,” she suggested.

He headed into the shower and stripped off his clothes. He slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around him. He had minor cuts on his hands, and they stung as he washed them using the soap. Nevertheless, John persevered and cleaned as best he could. He was fully lathered in soap when he heard a knock at the door.

“Yes?” he called out.

“Honey, I have a wash going, do you have your clothes in here? I didn’t see them in your room.” She said.

“Yeah, they’re in here,” John replied as he tried to wash some of the soap off his face.

Slowly the door creaked open, and he saw his Aunt gingerly step in. John had left his clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, he found himself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given him a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that he had worked his ass off gave him a sense of empowerment that he really liked.

John watched his Aunt’s eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn’t enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, his cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all his clothes in her hands, his cock was at full mast, water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto his engorged member. As soon as he saw her fixated, he stabbed his cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and his Aunt fell backward while clutching his clothes tightly against her bosom.

“John honestly!” She stammered.

He laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. John gave his cock a few short strokes but decided not to release his load, considering he would be getting a massage from his Aunt shortly. Although John had committed himself not to cross the line, he found himself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, John wanted to seduce his full-figured Aunt. He had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded him of the hips in a Venus painting he had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) He loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing his hard cock against it made him want her even more. He finished his shower with his hard-on intact.

He put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper.

Rose looked at him and said, “I’ve noticed that you’ve gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.”

“Like what?” John asked.

“In just your underwear, dear,” she replied.

John looked at her and said, “It’s more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?”

“Umm, no dear, it’s not necessary. I’m just not used to it.”

Rose plated their meals and brought them to the table. They ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. Rose cleared the table when they finished eating, and John helped her wash the dishes.

“Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You know, you didn’t have to,” Rose said and kissed his cheek.

“You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It’s the least I could do,” John replied.

“Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked.

“Give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the living room,” he said.

He went to the bathroom, took off his underwear, and wrapped a towel around his waist. As he stared down the hallway, he was entranced by his Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. He stood still, admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn’t help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace.

John walked towards her in a daze with only the small white towel wrapped around him. Before he made his presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me.

“Honey, aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” Rose asked incredulously.

“I thought you were going to give me a massage,” he said in a child-like voice.

“Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know...” she said.

“No, its okay. I don’t want to get any oil on them, “John said quickly when he saw the bottle of oil next to her.

“hmm ... makes sense, I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging his intentions; he could clearly see.

She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side.

“Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both hands.

John strode towards her, and he could see her eyeing his body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made him even more excited. He laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover his ass. Soon after, he felt his Aunt’s weight over him as she straddled John. He could feel her soft legs with his hands as she massaged his shoulders. He could see her shadow against the wall, and he could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across his back.

“You’re back is really tense hon,” she said finally.

“That’s all muscle Aunt Rose,” John said coyly.

“Ain’t that the truth...” she trailed off.

Soon she slid down to John’s legs and started working his calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel covered. He felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands were right on his butt, and he could not help but wonder whether she could see his balls. John could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be able to see them. His cock had grown slightly limp under his weight, but he knew it would go full mast once again when it got some room.

“Are you sore here?” his Aunt asked shyly. Her hands squeezed his ass very softly.

“A little,” he said quietly.

Slowly she started to massage his ass. The towel was now flipped up on his back.

“Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her voice a little high.

“Thanks,” John said, laughing a little.

After a few minutes, she asked him to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when he did. He flipped over, not thinking twice about covering himself. His Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face John. His cock grew exponentially while his eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before him. You can imagine his Aunt’s reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew’s young hard cock was fully displayed before her.

“That looks nice and hard too...” she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on his cock. “John are you always that hard?” She asked as she remembered his hard-on from that morning.

“Most of the time, yes,” he answered as he sat up to see her better. The motion made his cock sway side to side like a pendulum.

“Does it hurt?” she asked curiously.

“Not at all.” he said as he gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly.

After a few seconds of silence, John saw her inch towards him. Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for his cock, and soon her fingers clasped around the shaft. Immediately, he flexed and pushed his pelvis upwards, essentially engorging his cock in her hand even more. John liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking him slowly. She did this for a few minutes before he heard a quiet sniffle. She had started to cry.

He quickly sat up, and she said, “I loved your Uncle very much you know.”

John felt sick, thinking that he had made a mistake. Guilt rose in him like never before.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Aunt Rose,” he said cautiously.

“No baby, It’s not that...” she wiped her tears. “I’m not sad ... I just really miss your Uncle. I’m so happy you are here taking care of me, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,”

He sat up even straighter and kissed her. Their lips locked together, and their tongues caressed in a hot mess. He hurriedly reached up under her blouse and finally got a hold of one of her glorious tits.

John squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. Aunt Rose was in an awkward position, but still, she didn’t stop stroking her oily hand up and down his shaft. She alternated her hand movements using a twisting motion, and he could tell she loved each vein and contour her hand could feel around his cock. John couldn’t help but wonder whether milking so many cows had made her an unknowing expert on hand jobs. His natural reproductive instincts took over, having gotten the green light. He tore her blouse off completely and cupped both breasts.

John can palm a basketball without much trouble, but he still found himself with handfuls. He attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. He sucked on each breast vigorously. When he was too eager, his Aunt pulled his hair slightly, effectively taking control of how he feasted on her.