Since I was sent away to school most of my childhood I never really knew my mom's sister well. She seemed a very remote, serious person and I found her difficult to warm up to. She had married a much older, wealthy man and they lived across town in a large, stately home that had a tennis court and pool. We would be invited over during the summers to enjoy her large pool. I scarcely ever met with her husband.

I'm guessing at age and numbers since my memory is not great. During a summer break when I was 16, I think, I had spent some time swimming in my aunt's pool and typically would shower in the pool house dressing room where there was a small shower still. I did not like chlorine on my skin. I would leave the door cracked due to the stall steaming up. I would also sometimes masturbate without any concerns about the cracked door and yes, my aunt spotted me once.

At home a few days later, she phoned me and said that her husband, Henry, was out of town and asked if I wanted to join her for dinner to discuss a few ideas she had. Puzzled, I went along with this and found she had a small catered dinner brought in from one of her favorite restaurants. We talked during and after dinner but even as a teenager I felt that something was up and waited for it. She said that Nina, her cute 11 year old, had been "put to bed."

She gave m a cordial and said, bluntly, "I saw you stroking off in the pool shower." I can't stop thinking about your young, strong equipment (???) and I have to tell you, I want us to fuck and soon. It's driving me nuts. I can't even recall when Henry fucked me last, or when I last saw his cock." It was such a dry, unemotional statement that I took it for just what it was and without thinking I said, "I understand. If can help, I will."

She came over and got all over me, breathing hard and emitting little cries. I could tell she was terribly hard up. She kissed me as if we were lovers, all over, and began to rub my crotch, which resulted in a first class erection that jumped out of my pants. She dropped down to it and hungrily devoured it. We fucked like mad and both had multiple climaxes. This was some years ago and I can still recall the craziness. I even stopped seeing my girl friend.

After that, we would meet and fuck almost daily when home and after I graduated and prepared to go to college in a nearby state, about a two hour drive. She would meet me there and take a room at a handy motel where we carried on. I found myself developing a strong appetite for her sex, something she matched. She often stated that we were "beautifully matched in age" (where she was years my senior to be sex partners). Often, she'd say, "I love your cock. It was made for me."

What I watched unfold is a change in her personality. She warmed up and blossomed as a woman. When Henry died, I attended the funeral but all I could think about was the additional freedom we would have for our sexual adventures.

Everything took a weird turn after I received a call from her daughter, Nina, who was then around 18. Nina said that she knew about me and her mother and had, in fact, watched us several times. We had been so into each other she could have just walked by unnoticed. She reminded me of the time when I was 16 and received a call from her mom. Nina said,
"I want what you are giving mom. I deserve it. I'm not a virgin but feel like one."

They share a commanding personality. That's where I am right now. I will go along with it because Nina said that she had told her mom what she wanted and her mom had consented. At least now I will be able to teach Nina the amazing things her mother taught me as I came of age. Do I have a choice?