Growing up, friends of my parents come and go. They would have tea in the afternoon, or drinks at the late of night. Our house was always filled with people no matter the day of the week or time of the day.
But out of all of them, Johanna stood out most to me. She was undoubtedly a woman of class and character. Since I was young, she had always looked stunning, lighting up the room as soon as she stepped in. Her long wavy hair would graze the air, big brown eyes looking at you intently, her body was curvy and voluptuous — the kind that was meant for men, not boys.
It’s a long standing surprise that she did not marry. Naturally, everyone had their speculations. But the men did not care for it, and continue to woo her constantly. Aunt Johanna, as we kids called her, was always nice to me, often inviting me to adult conversations and giving me snacks she brought from her travels.
One day, I was back home from college over the weekend. My laundry cycle just started, so I was left there topless with my boxer shorts on the sofa with Netflix in the background. It was also a fantastic day for the ac to breakdown — it was a blistering thirty degrees celsius in eight percent humidity.
The door bell rang as I laid on the sofa, dripping in sweat that was begging to cool by the twenty year old ceiling fan. I opened the door and was surprised to see aunt Johanna. I was startled she was looking at me topless wearing a precarious boxer shorts with nothing underneath it.
“Hot day eh?”, she said as I gestured her to come in.
“The ac is broken so I’m just getting roasted here,” I replied casually.
“Is your mom in? I’m supposed to have tea with her today?”, she asked.
“She isn’t. In fact, she’s actually overseas. Are you sure you got the date right?”, I told her.
She checked her phone and true enough, she was a month early. We had a good laugh. Didn’t want her trip to be wasted, I prepared a light spread for us — some tea and leftover Swiss roll cake from my friend’s birthday party yesterday.
We were catching up quite a bit. She was asking about college life, and was telling me about how college was for her back then. The sweltering heat got worse for some reason as we sat in our sweat. Her white button shirt began to turn translucent from her sweat, teasing the colour of her bra underneath.
A bead of sweat rolled down her neck and into the gap between her two large breasts. She could feel it, and she noticed that I was looking. She pulled a tissue and dabbed the sweat off her neck and chest, pulling my attention to it. I was fighting to keep the conversation going without her realising I was checking her out. But I was of course mistaken, she’d already knew by now.
“You need to get your ac fixed soon. I’m boiling here”, unbuttoning her top two buttons, accenting her cleavage and giving me a clearer view of her breasts.
“Eyes up here kiddo,” she chuckled as I embarrassingly leered at her amazing rack.
She leaned her body towards the table, her breasts morphing with the table, her chin on her hand, “tell me, how are the girls in college?”
“Err, they’re alright. I talk to them in class sometimes. Everyone is so busy cramming, trying to get the best grades they can. It’s quite hard to get a date, much less a girlfriend,” I was stuttering after getting caught by her, and torn between really horny and keeping my composure.
Aunt Johanna leaned in even more, her breasts now fully resting its weight on the table, “if you want, I can teach you some “tricks” to get the girls to like you. IF you want, that is”
I simply nodded.
“Once you get a date with a girl, take her to dinner — don’t have to be anything fancy, just comfortable is good enough. Then, you get a dessert if you want, but what I like is the walk afterwards. Take her to the park, walk and have a chat to get to know her. Then pick a bench and sit down with her,” she explained as she moved her chair right next to mine.
The sweet and musky scent of her sweat gave me a hard on.
“Lean in slightly to her, and gently touch her thigh with your fingers,” she puppet my hands to touch her thigh.
“Then you can slowly graze her thigh,” she continued while my hand grazed her smooth thigh.
She grabbed my hand all of a sudden after trailing to near to her pubic region, “Ah! Not yet. You have to build it up.”
She looked at me intently, her gaze peering into my soul. As our eyes lock, she came closer and our lips touched. I could feel her shuddered breath.
“Then, what now?”, I whispered.
Out of nowhere, we were making out passionately. Her hands were all over my topless chest. My arms and hands were running all over her body, inspecting every inch of her skin. She guided my hand to her breasts. They could barely fit my palms, extremely soft and gentle. Her nipples were pushing against her bra.
I unbuttoned her shirt, and she guided me to work her bra. As it unclasp, her magnificent breasts were before my eyes. Perfectly curved and shaped with slightly large areoles. My mouth jumped to them and began licking them as she moaned. I could taste her sweet and salty sweat dripping onto her nipples.
My other hand was already working her skirt as it found her panties already soaking wet. “Hey! Wait hold on —“, she couldn’t complete her sentence as my finger found a way onto her hard clit. Smooth strokes on her bean sent shivers to her as her moans got louder. She had no bush, absolutely clean, just smooth skin on her mound.
Not long after, her thighs clamp my hand, her pussy throbbing, her mouth gaped open. She came. My finger did not stop moving until she swatted it away as it became hypersensitive.
She was trying to catch her breath when she noticed my erection through my boxer shorts and my precum stain.
“You’re gonna get it now,” she pulled my boxers clean in one swoop, my erection sprung up.
She squeezed my cock hard, forcing out more precum as she licked it clean off the head. She opened her mouth and my cock disappeared into her head. It was my first blowjob experience, and I could feel everything. I could feel the textures of her mouth and tongue.
Just as I was about to cum, she pulled out and squeezed my balls hard. I jolted in slight pain.
“You think you get to cum that easily? You can cum only when I say you can”
Something about her assertion just made me even more horny, if that was even possible.
She continued to work my cock, this time with her hand working the shaft and her tongue working my already sensitive head. As I was about to cum once again, she did the same thing.
This kept on going for the next half an hour.
“Aunt Johanna… can I cum please… I’m so close for so long… please let me cum…”
Her palm began going in concentric circles on my sensitive head, her other hand working the shaft and her tongue was licking my balls.
This was going to be the one that pushed me over the edge.
“I’m gonna —“
Aunt Johanna stood up, and sat on me. My cock getting squeezed by her tight vagina. Both of us moaned, and I was over the edge as I pump my first creampie into her. She moved her hips to my orgasmic rhythm.
She came to my ears, “Now, that’s a good boy”
As she stood up, my limp penis fell onto my balls and my youthful semen spilled out all over the floor.
We took a shower together and promised to keep this a secret. As far as it goes, that was the first and last time we did that. We never got the chance to do it. But maybe someday.