Copyright © 2003, TooMuchTime. All rights reserved.

I wasn't happy. For months, I'd been looking forward to my parents' vacation, if only because it meant I'd have the house to myself for two weeks -- the big dream of any 14 year old boy. Then, at the last minute, my stupid aunt had to go and move back into the area and need a place to stay. I barely knew the woman. I mean, I knew she was family and everything, but she hadn't been around since I was a kid. Her ex-husband had moved them to California years ago, and even after the divorce, she'd stuck around out there for a while. Which meant that for all intents and purposes, she was a stranger. Not exactly somebody I felt like being alone with for two weeks.

Yet when Aunt Tina arrived at the door with her suitcases in hand on that sunny day in April, my mood changed considerably. For some reason, whatever my childhood memory of her had been, it was way off. I thought I remembered her being a bit overweight. Yet the woman who walked into the house that day -- while hardly "thin" -- had an hourglass figure that was flattered by the jeans shorts and white t-shirt she wore. She was fairly tall, at least six inches or so taller than myself, her legs were well-muscled, and her chest... well, that was nothing short of amazing, especially to a pubescent boy. Her boobs were huge, and barely seemed contained by the bra that I could see clearly outlined beneath the t-shirt. Beyond this, all I noticed at first was that she had a nice smile, which she flashed often, and that she wore her auburn hair cut short and moussed up, as if she were trying to make herself look a few years younger than she was.

"Simon," my mother said, "you remember Aunt Tina, don't you?"

"I think so." I smiled awkwardly.

"Well look how big you've gone and gotten," my aunt said. "Do I get a hug?" She opened her arms wide.

I shrugged, then walked clumsily into the hug, savoring the brief moment as long as I could -- her melon-sized breasts pushing against me, warm and soft.

"I hope I'm not putting you guys out," she said, more or less to all of us. "When I got the job, I had no idea they'd want me to start so quickly. Once I find a good apartment, I'll be out of your hair."

"It's not a problem at all," my father said. "Stay as long as you need to. Marge and I are leaving town tomorrow anyway. You can use our room while we're gone. After that, we'll work something out."

"You guys really are too nice," she said, suitably humble, then turned and faced me. "Simon, you need to promise me, if I get in your way at any point, just let me know. I won't be offended."

"I promise," I said.

The next day, my parents left for the airport in the late afternoon. Aunt Tina and I bade them farewell, and then I wandered back into the living room, where I'd been watching some cartoons. A few minutes later, my aunt followed me in. I glanced up, and saw that she'd changed out of the sweatshirt and jeans she'd been wearing before. Now she had a red tank-top on, which didn't do a very good job at hiding her white bra straps. She was still fiddling with one strap as she walked into the room, trying to get it to behave.

"So what are we watching?" she asked, and settled into the recliner a few feet away from me.

"Spider-Man," I said, trying to seem disinterested in her presence, when I was actually anything but.

"Cool. I always liked Spidey."

I gave her what must have been an odd look, because she instantly laughed. "Yes, believe it or not, Spider-Man was around when I was your age. I'm 37, not 87."

"I didn't say anything," I protested, smiling.

"You didn't have to. I'm a mind-reader."

I hope not, I thought, because the main thing on my mind at that moment was whether or not I might be able to find a way in the next two weeks to see her naked. But all I said was, "Yeah, right."

"It's true," she said. "Like right now..." She closed her eyes. "... you're thinking how nice it would be to go to the kitchen and get a soda for your wonderful Aunt Tina." She opened her eyes again. "Right?"

"Yeah, right," I said, still smiling. Then I went and got her a soda.

The next day was Monday. Which meant the weekend was over. I had to go back to school, and Aunt Tina had to start her first day at the new job. When I woke up, I followed my usual routine -- stumbling half-asleep down the hallway from my room to the bathroom to piss and take a shower. When I got there, however, the door was closed. Great, I thought. My mom is gone, but I still have to compete with a woman for bathroom time every morning. Just as I was about to turn and head back to my room, though, the door opened. There was my aunt, with a small bag of makeup in one hand, wearing a lacy black bra, black panties, and thigh-high black stockings... and that was it.

She was startled at first to see me there, and jumped. "Jeez. You scared me."

It was all I could do to force my eyes up, away from the incredible sight of the cleavage created by her huge tits pushing their way out of a too-small bra. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't realize you'd be in there."

"I'm done," she replied, smiling, then looked down at herself. "Well, except for the whole actually getting dressed part, of course."

I chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah."

"Is this a bad time?" she asked. "Would it be easier for you if I got up a half-hour earlier?"

"No," I said. "As long as you're done by now. This is the time I always get up. It's okay."

"All right then. Well, let me know." She started to move forward, but the hallway was too narrow to get around me, so I had to push my back against the wall for her to get by. In doing so, her barely contained breasts passed just below my face, and I could smell the sweet perfume exuding from her.

After she passed, I watched her go, and admired her slightly wide yet shapely ass as it disappeared around the corner into my parents' room. Then I let out a deep sigh and stepped into the bathroom. Only then did I notice, as I went to pee, that I was hard as a rock, and that my erection was creating an obvious bulge in my jockey shorts. Shit, I thought. Had she seen? Or had it only popped up like that when she passed me in the hall? I had no real way of knowing, other than to ask her... and THAT wasn't going to happen. I decided not to linger on it. The important thing at the moment was to pee, before my bladder burst, so I thought about something else, waited for the erection to die down a bit, then took care of my usual morning business.

When I got home after school that day, I didn't expect anybody to be home. I walked through the door, dropped my backpack on the floor, took the stairs two at a time, and headed for my bedroom. The plan was to try and sneak in a good wanking session before Aunt Tina got home. All day, I'd been thinking about how she had looked that monrning, and I just couldn't wait to toss off a quick one while the image was still fresh in my mind.

Ironically, the last thing I expected to see as I walked past my parents' bedroom was Aunt Tina standing there in the same exact black bra and panties and stockings, having apparently just stepped out of the black dress she'd worn to work that day. Instead of following my first instinct, which was to keep right on walking to my room, as if I'd never seen anything at all, I chose to stop, take two steps back, and say hello.

"Oh, hi Simon," she said, smiling, then leaned down to pick up the dress, thereby giving me a great view of her ample cleavage. She threw the dress on the bed, then turned to face me again. "How was school?"

"Um. It was okay. I didn't think you'd be home yet."

"Well, it was mostly orientation today. They let me go early."

"Oh. That's cool." So much for my plan to jerk off. Not that I was complaining.

As she reached up to remove her earrings, I noticed that my aunt's well-manicured nails were painted a bright red. It was the first time I was noticing it, so she must have done it before she left for work. Regardless, the contrast between her fair skin, the black lingerie, and the red nails was quite striking... and quite sexy. So perhaps this is why my heart skipped a beat when she said to me, "Simon, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Do you remember when you were little, and I'd get you to scratch my back for me?"

"Um. Not really, no."

She laughed. "Well, you did. You were always so happy to do it."

I blushed. "I was?"

"Yup. And I always loved it so much. My mother used to scratch my back when I was a little girl, and it's something that's always helped me to relax. And today's been kind of a stressful day..." She let her words trail off.

"You want me to scratch it now?" I asked, trying not to let the eagerness show in my voice.

"Would you mind?" she said.

Holy shit, I thought. How could I possibly mind that? "No. Sure. Why not?"

She smiled. "You're a sweetheart. Thanks." She sat on the bed. "Is here fine?"

"Sure." As I sat down behind her, it occurred to me that we were sitting directly in front of the tall mirror in the room. Which meant that even though I was sitting behind my aunt, I could still see her from the front. As I began to scratch her back, starting just below her shoulders, she closed her eyes and leaned her head to one side. This left me wide open to stare at her chest all I wanted to.

"Perfect," she said. "You haven't lost your touch."

As I scratched with one hand, I noticed that it made her breasts jiggle a bit -- quite a sight to behold, especially for a horny young thing like me. So then I decided to use two hands, and just as I'd hoped, the jiggling intensified. It almost made me wish I had a third hand -- maybe then I could make them pop out of the bra altogether!

"Oh yeah," she said, giggling. "Now we're talkin'."

At this point, the backscratch for me became an exercise in seeing just how much I could make her tits move around, and in that respect, I wasn't the least bit disappointed. After a few minutes, though, during one of my occasional inspections of her face, to make sure her eyes were still closed... I saw that they weren't. She was looking me in the eye as well, and sporting a quizzical smile. Busted! I immediately turned my face downward, and for as long as the backscratch session lasted, which was just a couple more minutes, I focused only on her back.

"Okay, I guess that's enough," she said. "Your hands are probably tired."

"Yeah. A little."

My aunt stood up, and so did I. Thankfully, I was wearing jeans at the time, or else she'd probably have been able to tell I was hard as a rock. "Thanks Simon, that was perfect."

"You're welcome," I said, a bit embarrassed, trying not to make eye contact.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" She held up her hands. "I've got great nails for it!"

"Sure," I said. "Maybe later, though. I have to... um... do homework and stuff."

"Okay. Well let me know."

"I will." And with this, I took one last furtive glance at her body, then exited the room.

After dinner, I watched some TV, then excused myself to my bedroom to do some more homework, leaving Aunt Tina behind to watch the prime time lineup in the living room. An hour or so later, I started to get bored of reading about the Civil War, and my mind wandered once again to the sight of my aunt in her lingerie. I was wearing only a t-shirt and my jockeys at the time -- my usual state of dress when hanging out in my bedroom at the end of the day -- and so as images of her bouncing boobs came back to me, and as my cock inevitably grew hard, I couldn't resist slipping my hand down under the elastic band for a few quick strokes. And those few strokes were enough to make me realize that what I really wanted was to jerk off. For one reason or another, it had been over 24 hours... and at age 14, that was just too long.

The first thing I needed to do was go close the door all the way, because I could remember having left it partially open when I stepped into the room. But as I sat up to do this, there was a sudden quiet knock at the door. "Simon? You awake?"

Oh shit, oh shit, I thought, as I heard the door begin to squeak open. I assessed my situation in less than a second. I was sitting on my bed, in my underwear, with a too-obvious boner showing through the thin material in stark relief. There wasn't time enough to get under the covers, because I was laying on top of them. And there definitely wasn't time to run over to my jeans, which were in a ball on the middle of the floor. So I could either just yell at my aunt NOT to come in, and risk her suspecting that I was doing something wrong -- drugs or something -- or... there was another idea. She'd asked if I was awake. So what if I wasn't awake? And just like that, I decided what to do. As I carried out my plan, I realized it may not be the best idea in the world... yet considering my limited options, it would have to do.

I fell back on my pillow, rolled my head to one side, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth a bit. It was the same classic pose I'd used with my parents a million times, whenever I wanted them to think I was asleep (and therefore unavailable for some chore or another). As an added touch, I also quickly threw my hand over the history book I'd been reading a few minutes before. That way, it would look as if I'd fallen asleep while studying diligently.

Not two seconds after this, I could hear my aunt's tentative footsteps padding into the room. "Simon?" she said, more quietly than the first time. Clearly, by this point, she realized that I was asleep. But still, I heard her proceed further into the room, pausing finally just in front of me. What the hell is she doing, I thought. And just as all sorts of fantastic and erotic ideas began to flash through my mind, I heard the sound of her rattling around through my CD's. Then I understood what she was doing. Looking for some music. She'd asked me earlier, while we were watching TV, if she could borrow a few of my albums to play on her walkman.

As I listened to her cracking open one jewel case after another, I was painfully aware of just how hard my dick was in my jockey shorts, and I wondered if she'd noticed it. It seemed unlikely that she could have missed it. Not that it was huge or anything. Far from it. But it wasn't invisible either. Anyway, after a few minutes, I got brave enough to crack my eyes open a bit, and saw her squatting there in front of my CD collection, her back to me, still in the casual clothes she'd worn all evening. Then I saw her head begin to turn, and quickly slammed my eyes shut again. My heart was racing, but I tried to control my breathing as best I could.

I waited to hear the floorboards creak under her feet as she stood... but it didn't happen. I wanted so badly to crack my eyes open again, but I didn't dare. Because then, if she saw, she'd know I'd been faking it the entire time. And then... well, I didn't know what would happen then, but I didn't want to risk it. So I waited.

Finally, I felt an odd -- and entirely amazing -- sensation. Something touched my dick. Or rather, it touched my dick through my underwear... but that didn't diminish the moment any less for me. Holy shit, I thought. That first touch was only tentative, as if a test to see if I'd wake up. But when I didn't budge, I felt another peculiar -- and wonderful -- sensation, and I all I could guess was that my aunt was running her finger up along the length of my shaft. This time, my body couldn't help but to react in some way, and as my cock reflexively twitched, I let out a small groan. Yet I still maintained my ruse of being asleep. This reaction made my aunt giggle quietly, as if she were a child playing with a new toy, and so she did it again. And again, my cock twitched, I groaned, and then for added effect, rolled my head over to the other side. My aunt giggled once more, then perhaps thought better of what she was doing. The floorboards creaked under her feet as she stood, then padded softly out of the room, turning off the light on her way out.

Once she was safely gone, I finally opened my eyes, smiling and overwhelmed by what had just happened. Although it wasn't much, it was the first time that any woman had even come close to touching one of my erections. The very idea of it had me harder than ever. I immediately grabbed the box of tissues on top of my headboard, yanked my jockeys down, and within thirty seconds, was experiencing one of the best orgasms I'd ever had.

The next morning, I made a point of waking up a half-hour early, and stood at my door listening for the sound of Aunt Tina moving around back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom, getting ready for work. As she took a shower, I imagined what her body must look like wet and naked, and wondered if it would be possible to drill a peephole into the wall of the bathroom, so that I could see for myself. I decided it wasn't. I waited for the sound of her leaving the bathroom after her shower, on the off chance that maybe she'd walk from the bathroom to the bedroom naked or something. After she passed my door, I quickly peeked out through the crack... but she was wearing a towel. Still a great sight, but not quite what I was hoping for. After this, I waited again, this time for her to return to the bathroom to do her makeup.

When a few more minutes had passed, I stepped out of my bedroom, wearing the same t-shirt and jockeys -- and erection -- that I'd been sporting both the morning before and the night before, and approached the bathroom. Everything business as usual, I thought. Unlike the morning before, however, this time the bathroom door was wide open. Once again, though, my aunt was only in her underwear, this time a fancy set of matching blue lingerie. Perhaps she'd decided that I'd seen her in this state of undress enough times by now that modesty made no sense any more. All I knew was that image of her huge boobs in profile as she stood in front of the sink was exquisite.

She caught me out of the corner of her eye. "Oh, hey there," she said. "Good morning."

"Morning," I replied, as I stepped up to the open doorway, my arms crossed over my chest. I knew this meant that my erection would be visible through my shorts, but I figured if she wasn't go to hide anything, then I didn't have to either. If she noticed it at all, though, she didn't say anything about it.

"You feel asleep early last night," she said, while putting lipstick on.

"Yeah. I was tired I guess."

"I snuck in and borrowed a few CD's. I hope you don't mind."

"Really? No. That's cool." I hoped I was pulling off a good performance.

Just then, I noticed that something else about my aunt was a bit different than it had been the morning before. This time, as well as the bra, panties, and stockings, she was also wearing a matching pair of blue high heels. Very high heels. And very flattering high heels. Especially when she leaned forward to put on eye makeup, and kicked one foot out a bit. It was like a scene right out of a Marilyn Monroe movie or something... only my aunt was much bustier than Marilyn, and was wearing some seriously sexy lingerie.

"Good," she said. "I was afraid I'd wake you up. You must be a sound sleeper."

"Pretty much. It takes like an explosion to wake me up."

My aunt turned to me and smiled. "I actually tried to tickle you, to see if you'd notice."

I caught myself blushing. "You did?" What? Tickling? Is that what she called it?

"Yeah, but you didn't budge."

"Well, I'm not that ticklish. Only in a couple places."

"Oh," she said. "Maybe that's why then."

Then a thought occurred to me. "Why? Where did you tickle me?"

This time, I was fairly certain I saw her blush. "Where?"

"Yeah. What, like my armpit or something?"

"Or something," she replied, and clumsily dropped her mascara in the sink. "Oops."

I thought about pressing it, but decided not to. It was enough to know that I'd flustered her. Although later that day, in hindsight, I realized this might have been a dumb thing to do. Because now she'd probably never feel bold enough to do what she'd done last night again. Great. Smart move, Simon.

When I got home from school that day, Aunt Tina wasn't there. Apparently, they weren't letting her go home early all week. When she still wasn't home after a few hours, I began to wonder if something was wrong. Then, on my way to the kitchen to find something for dinner, I thought to pick up the phone and check the voicemail -- something I wasn't used to doing, because my parents always did it. Sure enough, my aunt had left a message about fifteen minutes before I got home, letting me know that she'd be going out with some co-workers after work, and that she wouldn't be home for dinner.

I fended for myself that night, heating up some leftover spaghetti and eating it in front of the TV. Before long, 9 o'clock had rolled around, and there was still no sign of my aunt. Good for her, I thought. Her second day on the job, and she was clearly already making new friends. There wasn't anything much I wanted to watch on TV, so I decided to head up to my room. I was a few chapters behind in history, and really needed to get caught up before next week's test.