Learning From My Aunt

My aunt by marriage to my uncle (my mom's brother) lived with us while he was living in Europe for 4 months on a business project.

She was 38 and I had just turned 18 and was getting ready to go to college. She was a larger woman...she had huge breasts. She did not dress sexy but in fact dressed very conservatively..dresses and sweaters. She did not give sloppy kisses like some aunts do, but she was affectionate and loved giving lots of hugs. She had a very contagious laugh and was very happy to be around.

She slepped in the guest room which was at the other end of our house in the basement. There was never any sexual chemistry with her or anything that led up to what happened. She never flirted with me, that just wasn't her personality. She did have a cute face...but wasn't 'pretty'. She was of Italian descent and had nice olive colored skin.

The 'incident' that happened was innocent enough and alot like the other stories you read on the internet. At 18, like most other boys, my hormones were raging and I was addicted to masturbating. I woke up EVERY morning with a hard-on. I came from a very conservative family and my parents never talked to us about sex or the birds and bees so we were pretty much left to our own discoveries and learnings. I didn't know anything about masturbating when I started puberty...literally nothing. And it was by accident that I noticed if I rubbed my penis while I laid face down in my bed that it felt good. I actually didn't learn about the 'real' way to masturbate (stroking my cock with my hands) until I the summer that my aunt lived with us. So, the way that I made it feel good was by moving in a fucking motion face down against my sheets and in my pajama bottoms (no underwear). Again, I didn't know it was a fucking motion as I was completely inexperienced. I was a very late bloomer compared to my friends and I didn't enter puberty until I was 15.

What I learned was that if I rubbed up and down against the sheets, I would get a very enjoyable feeling on the head of my cock. I never had an orgasm but it always felt good and I thought that I just needed to pee to relieve myself. I did this almost daily for about six months every morning to relieve the incredible hardons that I would wake up with. I still wake up with a hard on every morning!

I didn't know what an orgasm was or even what sperm/cum was until one morning I had a very strong feeling in the head of my penis. At first, I thought that I peed the bed and I thought I was going to get in trouble. When I got up I noticed only a small amount of wet stuff on the inside of my pajamas and just a little on the sheets. It was mostly clear.

It was then that I really started to feel guilty about touching myself and felt like I wasn't normal. My parents never talked about sex...never.

The next morning I did it again....every morning doing it and the feeling in my cock was getting more pleasurable. It didn't take long at all for it to spurt out and I was quickly hooked on masturbating. I was afraid to do it any other time of day and only did it early in the morning before every one else got up....or so I thought.

My aunt moved in with us the summer after my high school graduation. What I didn't know was that she liked getting up really early to shower, get coffee and read the paper. She never slept good and I guess she felt like it was more productive to get up instead of laying in bed and waiting for everyone else to get going.

The first morning of her stay, I caught a quick glimpse of her going into the bathroom and didn't realize that she had seen what I was doing. Of course, all she really saw was me under my covers with my butt going up and down. Regardless, I was mortified! I felt dirty. I was scared she was going to tell my parents. I was even more worried about what she thought of me...I was sick about it and didn't rub against my sheets for several days...totally embarrassed. She was careful not to let on to anything after that first morning. I tried to avoid her as much as possible...staying in my room to do homework. My only real contact with her for those next several days was at the dinner table and I purposely didn't want to make eye contact. After a few days of her not saying anything...I started to wonder that maybe she didn't see me? As I said, the only glimpse I caught of her was as she ducked into the bathroom. Could I have been so lucky? I thought to myself, please god, I will never touch myself again if only you could make sure she didn't see me. Of course, that was an empty promise because I have been touching myself ever since.

I think on the fifth day after the 'incident', she came into my room when she got up early in the morning. I tried to pretend to be asleep but she knew I was awake. My heart was in my throat because this was the first time I talked to her since the 'incident'. She smiled as she walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. She asked why I had been avoiding her for the past several days and I tried to play ignorant. She said she missed my hugs and cute face and wondered if I was mad at her. I said "No, I'm not mad and I am happy that you are staying with us". She paused for a second (the longest second in the world!) and looked me in the eye and said "You know, Mike, there is nothing to be ashamed of for what you were doing. I hope you know that". I did feel ashamed and actually started to get a little upset...we were very conservative in our house. She hugged me like she always did and said that she would always love me. As she got, up she said that it was very normal to do what I was doing (without actually calling it masturbating). She said all kids learn to do it at some point during puberty, so don't feel like you're not normal. In fact, she said the only thing that would not be normal would be for me to stop doing it. Her only advice was to be discreet about it. She said if I had any questions I should ask my dad. I immediately said that I would not be comfortable asking him. She asked if I would be comfortable asking her about it and I said yes as long as she promised not to say anything to my uncle or my parents. She said our secret was safe with her.

As she left my room, she said I hope that you feel comfortable enough now and that you continue learning about your body. She winked and I know I that blushed. That began our little secret understanding....

To be continued....