I was in my early teens, but big for my age, and grown women seemed to like me with my wide shoulders and wavy hair.
My dad was starting a new business, so we traveled to Minneapolis to the company whose tractors he wanted to sell, and incidentally, he had a sister who lived in an apartment there and who put us up. After a couple of days at the company headquarters, he said they wanted him to travel to Illinois where the factory was and take two weeks training. The company would pay for him and Mom to go and stay, but not for me. Dad asked aunt Irma if they could leave me with her for the 2 weeks. She said sure, no problem, I can use him for some stuff I need done. The next day, they were gone.
We had had breakfast, and I was drinking my coffee when my aunt Irma asked me if I smoked. I grinned and said no, she looked at me and said “Are you sure? Most boys your age do, I know.” I got red and mumbled that I did, sometimes. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, and she lit it with her lighter. I was starting to feel pretty grown up, puffing away. She took the coffee pot and went to pour me some more coffee, and one of her big tits fell out of her robe. She just casually slid it back in, then saw me staring, and said “Oh does that interest you?” I just nodded. She opened her robe and I saw two of the biggest, (mom’s tits were smaller) pinkest tits, and these big tits had smaller tits sticking out in the center, and the nipples were standing out like thumbs. She said “I would think a YOUNG MAN your age would have all the tits he could handle!” I stuttered something. “Would you like to touch them?” “Oh, yes!” “Now, why don’t you kiss them.” Oh, that’s nice, suck on that one now.”
At that point, I felt her hand on my fly, and I jumped involuntarily. She said “Oh, that’s a nice one, I won’t hurt you, let me see it.” My pants were sticking way out, but I was kind of nervous. She said “If I let you see mine, can I see yours?” Then she dropped her robe and sat in a chair with her legs spread. She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs into a warm, wet, slippery place. With her other hand, she pulled my zipper down, then reached in and freed my cock from its prison. “Oh, my God, it’s beautiful!” She said. She leaned over, and took it in her mouth. MY HEAD EXPLODED! I came, and came, and came. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but it was running out the corners of her mouth. I finally stopped, and I almost fell down, my knees were so weak. She said “My God, it’s been years since I tasted boy juice like that, you could bottle and sell that stuff.”
She said “Now that the edge is off, I’m going to teach you how to fuck, and show you how to make a woman go crazy with that weapon of yours.” She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, laid back on her bed with her legs spread, opened her pussy, and said “Come lick this, I did you, now it’s my turn.” She showed me her clit, and told me to suck on it, and while I was doing that, to slide two fingers inside and work them in and out and wiggle them. A salty-sweet liquid came out almost in a steady stream. She said “You have no idea how good you are making me feel.” I said “you have no idea how good you made me feel just a while ago.” And with that, I waved my cock at her at full extension. She said, “That’s what I have missed, the instant comeback, now lets do some serious fucking.” I shoved it in, she wrapped her legs up around my waist, and told me to bite her nipples. After about three minutes, I came again. She said “I hope you don’t run out of juice, because except for a bit to eat, and maybe sleep a little, we are going to spend the next two weeks fucking our brains out!”
When my parents showed up, we were sitting on the couch side by side, watching TV. My Dad asked her if I had done everything she needed done, and she said “Oh, yes, what a big help!” And when he wasn’t looking, squeezed my cock. Dad said, “That’s damn funny, I have to threaten him to get him to do any work.” After that, for quite a few years, I would visit her for a couple weeks on my own, “To take care of Aunt Irma.”