It was almost pitch dark when my bedroom door opened and I discerned only a vague shadow entering but I knew it was aunt Martha. Her perfume filled my nostrils as she lay down beside me. I felt the roughness of cloth against my arm and knew she was hadn’t undressed. She was there for me.

    ‘Auntie,’ I began but she shushed me quietly. I felt her lean towards me, the warmth of her breath on my face, the slight pressure of her breasts against me.

    Her lips brushed mine then pressed down more strongly in a first kiss and then another. Her mouth was soft. I felt her tongue probe my lips which opened and the tongue pushed its way into my mouth, her kisses insistent, mine yielding.

    ‘I want to masturbate you ? I need to,’ she whispered.

    No words came to me.

    ‘Will you let me ?’ she said.

    I found my tongue. ‘I can’t stop you,’ I said.

    ‘You can,’ she said. ‘You must want me to. Only if you want me to.’ Her low voice sounded almost fierce and roused a sudden urgency in me. My mother’s beautiful sister, my worshipped aunt, always adored from afar.

    ‘Yes,’ I said. My voice sounded almost strangulated as I whispered the words. ‘Masturbate me.’

    ‘Try not to make a noise,’ she commanded, in control and intent on what she wanted.

    I sleep nude. Her hand slipped under the covers, slid over my breasts and belly and gripped my naked and stiffening penis. I heard her sigh as her fist closed round it, pulling back my foreskin with a single, abrupt almost painful movement.

    Her mouth was on mine again as she wanked me strongly and skilfully, not that I cared overly about that ; I just wanted to be masturbated by her.

    The sensations producured by undergoing masturbation from a desired woman are so powerful, so overwhelming that whenever one ejaculates is too soon. I felt the cum spurt from me, inundating her hand and my belly.

     She uttered a suppressed sigh of pleasure herself and covered my face and mouth with grateful kisses while her hand spread the cum over my belly and rubbed it into my skin.

     We lay silently side by side for what seemed a long time but was probably no more than five minutes before she moved again.

    ‘I must go darling, in case he wakes,’ she whispered.’So good, thank you.’

    Then she was gone.