Aunt Neighbor 1

I used to live at my grandparents until graduation. The building and the one next door belonged to their family, so it was quite closely knit. I lived on the first floor, and the on the first floor next, lived my uncle (a cousin of my mother's) and his family. He was mostly jobless, apart from a few company shares he had little income. His wife, my aunt, was a hairdresser and masseuse. She owned her own parlor in the flat they lived in. Not a very successful one tbh. Maybe 5 or 6 customers a week, 10 on a good one. Not that she lacked passion, but it was just a middle-class neighborhood. Not ideal for a lady’s parlor. On top of that, the 2 boys of theirs were runts. Especially the elder. You could hear him screaming every weekend asking for money or something. And between the failing parlor and little interests, they did not have much to spare, so it was toxic.
I knew all about it, cause the windows between 2 flats were barely 5 feet apart, and on summer days they were all open. The quarrels, the cries, all spilt into my place. Literally. Cause every time they had a big fight, my aunt would storm out and hide in this flat of mine, away from her son and husband. At first, it was to avoid the physical altercations and involving the others in the family. I remember the first time she came in to hide at my place, she had her cheek all swollen from a slap from her husband. Maybe she planned to go to my grandparents above my flat, but knocked at mine out of embarrassment. Since I lived alone in my flat, it was the only place for her to hide. After a few times, I think it was more out of habit, and the thrill of doing something forbidden.
I was about 16 then, at the age where I was just starting to explore my sexual side properly. Obviously, I never had any physical relation with women before, minus the occasional kisses with my gf at school break, let alone with a matured lady. And she was my aunt. Though tbh I did feel a little tingle when I caught glimpse of her. Her plump buttocks, perky and tight boobs ( yes, even after 2 births she was fit like she was in her 30’s ), her tight ponytail , all put together with a fresh light makeup. She loved to put on her appearance even when she was at home, cause never know when a customer may knock. But I did not have any desires for her, like I had for my girlfriend at school. But that day, something awakened in me as she was sitting at the dining table, and I was icing her face. Whether it was the teary eyes, or the loose ponytail, or the glimpse of her cleavage from the slipped shoulder of her loose t-shirt or the scent of sweat and perfume coming from her, I don’t know. Maybe all of them. And, you guessed it, I slowly pitched a tent. She would not have noticed it in her state, but we were sitting pretty close, and I was in my summer pajamas.
She did not say anything about it, just her usual whimpers about life, so I did not know that she took notice already. I was struggling to keep it down, but, as you know why it is called a “dick”. Only after I was in full erection, did she stop talking and looked at my flushed face. A sliver of smile appeared on her neatly drawn thin lips as she reached out, unzipped my fly and pulling it out slowly, put her left index on the tip of my hard penis. I was sitting stiff, as she started slowly playing with it,
I wanted to say something, but her right index pressed softly on my lips and shushed me. By now, my penis is harder than ever before in my life, thanks to her soft finger and calculated motions of a masseuse. She leaned forward, her right hand now on my cheek, and pressed her soft, warm lips on mine. The smell of her sweat and perfume sent a rush of hormones through me. And I could feel her long fingers gripping around my penis. All I could do was to lay my arms on her hips as my full body went stiffer with every slow upward and downward stroke of her hand. Her smooth palm rubbing around the shaft of my still virgin penis, and her sweet scent as she kissed me, along with her other hand running in my hair with the precision of a hair dresser, overpowered me completely. Occasionally she would stop the rub and play with my balls using her little and ring finger (I knew it later), or would scratch the frenulum softly, and it sent more rushes up my spine, making me stiffer. I did not know what was edging then, but I did masturbate. And she stopped every time something was about to pop out the head.
I think it was after a good 15 minutes she let go off my lips, and laid her right hand on my shoulder and with a few fast strokes, let me cum. She chuckled, as I came so hard, my sperm shot across the thighs of her trousers and her left arm. I was still stiff and my knees were shaking , so she wiped herself with the cloth that I wrapped the ice in, and wiped my penis with it as I slumped in the chair. She kissed me on the cheek and smiled in way that even I knew meant "lets do it again" before she left for that day.