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Aunty June had said it was a two hour drive to her house, and it was, almost to the minute. That didn't surprise me, she was always very precise about everything she said and did. She was the sort of person you might respect, but you would probably not like.

During the journey there was very little conversation. I did try, but when she said *quot;I need to concentrate on the driving,*quot; I realised she wasn't interested in talking. One thing she did say when we had been in the car for about an hour was, *quot;If you want the toilet you will have to wait, I am not stopping for you.*quot; Fortunately I could wait, but I did wonder what she would have done if I had needed to go before we got to her place.

*quot;This is your room, please keep it tidy.*quot;

I was tempted to wave my bandaged hands at her, but I had the good sense not to.

*quot;I suppose you need the toilet?*quot;

*quot;Yes.*quot; I could wait a bit longer but best to get it over and done with.

*quot;Your Mother tells me that she unzips you, and then you do it standing up. I want you to sit down.*quot;

She didn't say it, but the implication was that Mother had been doing it wrong.

With very little fuss my trousers and underwear were soon around my ankles and I was sitting on the toilet. She must have seen my cock, but there was no reaction from her. She gave the impression that this was a distasteful job that needed to be done as quickly as possible. When I had finished she pulled my underwear and trousers up, a bit too quick for my liking, fortunately nothing got trapped.

It was another three hours before I needed to go again, as before she had me on the toilet in record time. When I had finished I stood up and then waited for her to pull everything up, but she didn't move.

*quot;Last time there were a few drops on the floor, I need to shake it before I dress you.*quot;

As she held my cock I closed my eyes, I was expecting here to be rough, however she was surprisingly gentle, even tender. When I opened my eyes I could see the concentration on her face, but what I noticed most was that her tongue was partially out, moving against her lips. If I didn't know better I would have said she was enjoying it.

She had said shake it, but what she was doing felt more like an examination. It ended with her squeezing it tight, then after a few seconds releasing it.

*quot;All done.*quot;

This time she was careful with my underwear, making sure that it wasn't too tight on me, at one point she even cradled my balls while she adjusted it. When my trousers were back up she gave me a smile.

*quot;Thanks Aunty.*quot;

*quot;Your Mother said that this would be awkward at first but that I would get used to it. I think she was right on both counts.*quot;

I just nodded, happy that there was now a bit of warmth between us. I was just about to leave when she spoke again.

*quot;And next time it might be quicker if I just unzip you,*quot; there was a brief hesitation before she added *quot;And then hold it.*quot;

An hour later I got a call from mother, she was just seeing that everything was OK. Aunty was upstairs, I asked Mother if she wanted to speak to her but I got a quick no. When the call ended I decided not to mention it to her. I might be being unkind but it wouldn't surprise me that if she found out that Mother had been speaking to me she would see it as her sister checking up on her, and she might even be annoyed by it. I wondered if Mother was thinking the same thing. She had said that she was busy at work and might find it difficult to find the time to call me again, but that sounded like an excuse. It might be better for me if I also didn't ring her.

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching television and reading, but I also spent a lot of time thinking about Aunty. I didn't know what to make of what had happened earlier. When Mother had first seen and handled my cock it was obvious she was excited by it. However understanding Aunty June was more difficult, and what about her saying that next time she would just unzip me? Was she just being practical or was it an excuse so that she would get to hold my cock for longer?

I also remembered something my friend David had said some time ago about his Aunty Anne. I have met her a few times and she is very much like Aunty June, except worse. He always refers to her as *quot;That stuck up bitch.*quot; However one day, without any preamble, he said to me *quot;I would love to fuck that bitch.*quot; I had no idea who he was talking about, when he told me it was his Aunty Anne it surprised and shocked me, I asked him why?

*quot;Can you just imagine getting her on her back, then holding her legs open as wide as possible and sticking your cock deep up her cunt? You fuck her hard and she begs for more.*quot;

He was obviously excited by the idea, and I went along with his fantasy by agreeing with him that indeed it would be awesome, but I wasn't convinced. I thought of Aunty June and I imagined doing the same to her, it just left me cold. However I was now starting to see the appeal of doing it. I had seen the flicker of emotion in her and poker oyna perhaps, under that stern exterior, there was a passionate woman that actually liked to be fucked.

Aunty and Mother are very much alike in appearance, maybe they are also alike in bed as well? Mother is the elder by five years, fucking Aunty would be like fucking a younger version of her. I smiled, that would be something I would definitely enjoy.

However the next time she had hold of my cock it was with a light touch, just enough to do the job. She had unzipped me, as she had said she would do, but there was not even a hint of anything inappropriate.

I went to bed early, just after nine. I wasn't that tired but it felt awkward watching television with her, I got the feeling she wished I wasn't there. I read for about an hour then I drifted off to sleep.

Aunty woke me at eight, I was still sleepy and it took me a few seconds to realise what was going on.

*quot;You can't stay in bed all day, I have jobs to do.*quot;

I rubbed my eyes, *quot;I am still tired.*quot;

*quot;You are not at home now.*quot;

It was clear from her tone what she meant, 'Your Mother spoils you and gives you everything you want, but this is my house, my rules'.

As she dressed me I gave her a weak smile, it's all I could manage. Mother would never wake me, but I wasn't going to say that, it would only strengthen her opinion of me that I was a spoilt child.

Breakfast was good, and when I complemented her on it she seemed to be genuinely pleased. Lunch was a quick snack but the evening meal was almost a feast. I need to be careful, if this is her standard of cooking then it would be easy to add a few pounds even though I was only staying with her for two weeks.

*quot;That was wonderful.*quot;

I meant it, and I could see from her face that she was pleased with herself.

*quot;You go and watch television while I tidy up.*quot;

Half an hour later I heard her shout from the kitchen, *quot;Adam, you need a bath before bedtime.*quot;

I shouted back, *quot;OK, ready when you are.*quot;

I smiled, it was a pleasant surprise, I hadn't expected that.

The bathroom was a lot bigger than at home, and the bath looked as if it could easily accommodate two people. Did she share it with Uncle Bill? I was tempted to suggest that she should get in with me, just to make it easier when she washed me, but that was not very subtle. It would just sound as if I wanted to get her into the bath for another reason, which was true.

Thinking about Uncle Bill had made me realise that I had never asked about him.

*quot;How is Uncle?*quot;

*quot;OK. He used to call me every day, but now when he is away it's every few days.*quot;

*quot;Is he in Malaysia?*quot;

*quot;No, Singapore.*quot;

I could tell she was missing him, I just hoped that talking about him hadn't put her in a bad mood.

When the bath was ready Aunty undressed me, quickly and efficiently, then she covered my hands in plastic bags.

She must have seen me looking at them, *quot;Yes, I got them from my sister.*quot;

*quot;They do the job but they look really silly.*quot;

She just ignored me, I don't think it mattered to her what they looked like so long as they worked.

I turned to step into the bath but Aunty put a hand on my shoulder.

*quot;Use the toilet first.*quot;

As I stood near it ready to start she put her hand down and held my cock, then she pointed it to the middle of the bowl.

*quot;I don't want you missing and wetting the floor.*quot;

She was holding it firmly, with all her fingers wrapped around it. If she had wanted to she could have made me sit down, but instead she had opted to hold my cock, it was a good sign. I liked the feel of her hand and I wanted it there for as long as possible, so I waited. It was probably at least a minute before I started, but she didn't complain or try to hurry me up.

When I had finished she shook it as before, but this time there was more squeezing. It felt good and my cock started to thicken in her hand. She must have noticed but she didn't immediately let go. I might have imagined it but I thought I heard a low sigh from her, then she released me.

The water was nice and hot, and deep. Aunty had added something to it, there was a strong smell of lavender and a thick layer of foam. She didn't bother washing me with a cloth, she just used her hands. When she had washed my legs and feet I thought we were done. I waited, expecting her to help me out.

*quot;Did you know that before I was married I was a nurse?*quot;

I didn't know, and why was she was telling me this now?

*quot;I understand the need for personal hygiene. You have to keep yourself clean.*quot;

I nodded, but I had no idea what she was talking about.

*quot;I bet your Mother didn't wash you there. It may be embarrassing for you but it needs to be done.*quot;

I now understood, Mother had done that, and lots more, but I wasn't going to tell Aunty that.

She then looked at me before saying, *quot;Did she?*quot;

I shook my head, and then I gave what I hoped was a convincing *quot;No.*quot;

She canlı poker oyna smiled, pleased that she had been correct.

Aunty was now kneeling down, washing my cock and balls. Everything was hidden from view under the deep foamy water. It only took a few seconds to clean me, but surprisingly she didn't stop. As she continued touching me the inevitable happened, my cock started to grow, eventually reaching its full nine inches.

She was now stroking it with an expert hand. I looked up at her and was surprised to see her eyes closed. I noticed her cheeks were red and there were also red blotches around her neck, she was obviously excited. She was very good, a lot better than I would ever have imagined. I was building up to a very nice climax, and she was skilled enough to delay it for as long as possible.

When I looked at her again her eyes were now open, when she nodded her head slightly I closed my eyes. I knew she was telling me that she was going to finish me off.

I tried not to make a sound, but I wasn't sure I succeeded, it had been a big climax that was difficult to control. When I eventually opened my eyes Aunty looked as if she was back to her normal self, looking stern.

*quot;Finished, you are now nice and clean.*quot;

No mention of what had just happened. It had all taken place under water hidden by the foam. She could pretend nothing had happened, and I was happy to go along with it. There was no way I was going to say anything that would spoil it, I wanted more and I got the feeling that I would get more, much more. I just needed to be patient.

I had expected the next day to be different, that she would be kinder to me, but I was wrong. If anything she was even harsher than normal. I got told off a couple of times for minor things, but I just took it on the chin. I couldn't really understand why she was being like this, but I instinctively knew that confronting her about it was not going to make it better.

I must say though that despite her attitude towards me the food she prepared was still excellent. However this time when I told her how good it was there was only a flicker of a smile.

That night in bed I tried to work it out. I could understand her pretending that nothing had happened between us, she might even have convinced herself that it was just an act of kindness on her part towards me. The problem might be that she was now feeling guilty, not because she had done it, but because she had enjoyed it. I didn't really know, I was just guessing. However what I did know was that for some strange reason it made me want her more.

This time when Aunty came into my bedroom I was already awake, she seemed disappointed that she wasn't going to have the pleasure of waking me up. I gave her my best smile but I got no reaction. As the day went on though her mood improved, by mid-day she was almost sociable.

*quot;That was good, is there any more?*quot;

*quot;I was going to freeze it.*quot;

I thought that was a no, but she surprised me by getting some more from the pan. I managed a quick thanks before she started to feed me.

*quot;Tonight, after we have eaten, you are having a bath.*quot;

She had taken me by surprise, but I somehow managed to hide my excitement. In as casual a voice as I could manage I said *quot;Thanks, that will be nice.*quot;

I kept a straight face until I was alone, then a huge grin appeared. It wasn't a certainty but I got the feeling that bath time would end the same way as last time. I couldn't wait.

*quot;It's just something simple, I didn't have time to make anything special.*quot;

After the first two mouthfuls I realised she was selling herself short.

*quot;It's delicious, what did you put in it?*quot;

*quot;My secret ingredient,*quot; there was pride in her voice.

I waited for her to say more but instead she just gave me a big grin.

*quot;Come on, what is it?*quot;

*quot;It's a secret, if I tell you I will have to kill you.*quot;

We both laughed, then I had a sudden thought. It might actually be the first time I had ever heard her say anything funny. She then continued to feed me, but this time more slowly, it was if she wanted to prolong the experience.

*quot;Last mouthful.*quot;

I opened wide to take it, I just wished there was more.

*quot;It will not take me long to tidy up, so bath time in twenty minutes.*quot;

I just nodded, I could watch a bit of television while I waited. When I left the kitchen I could hear her humming a song, she was obviously now in a good mood.

This time the bath water wasn't as deep as before, and there was very little foam. When I got in it only just covered me. I wondered if she was going to add some more water, but she didn't, instead she started to wash me.

*quot;Close your eyes, I am going to do your hair.*quot;

This is the part I hate, and I was glad when it was done. All that was now left to do was for her to wash between my legs. However she seemed hesitant to start, as if she was trying to decide if she should or not. As she stared at my crotch my cock started to grow, internet casino it was soon above the water line, standing proud. I watched her open her mouth, but she didn't speak, she seemed to be mesmerised by it. My cock was throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, I was desperate for her to touch it.

I said in a low voice, so I wouldn't startle her, *quot;Please will you wash me.*quot;

I wasn't sure if she had heard me, but then her hand started to move towards my cock, I moaned when she grasped it. At first it was an examination, she was feeling the full length of it, then she started to play with it. The first time she had done this it was good, but this time it was even better. She had the skill of keeping me excited, but not rushing it so that I would come too quickly.

Last time her eyes had been closed while she masturbated me, but now her eyes were open, wide open. I was fascinated with the expression on her face, a mixture of concentration and pure animal lust. I had now lasted longer than before, but she seemed happy to continue without making me come.

Suddenly she slowed down, and for a second I thought she was going to stop. However she didn't, then she started to move her body slightly and her other hand disappeared down the outside of the bath. There was more movement from her, then I heard a noise that made me smile, the sound of the elastic in her knickers as she was pushing her fingers in so that she could get to her cunt.

She was now working my cock as before. From the look on her face she had her fingers where she wanted them, on her clit. I looked at my bandaged hands, it should be my fingers there instead.

When she closed her eyes I knew she was close to coming, and when she started stroking me faster I knew I was going to join her. I reached it first, as I shot all my stuff into the air she climaxed as well. I watched her face contort and her body writhe, at one point I thought she was going to collapse against the side of the bath. When she opened her eyes I could see she was struggling to compose herself. She hadn't realised yet that I had splattered her chin and mouth, and that I had stained her dress.

As she helped me out of the bath I took the opportunity of quickly sniffing her hand, I don't think she noticed. It smelt of cunt, a strong smell that you only get when a cunt is nice and wet.

Suddenly she said, *quot;I need to wash my hands,*quot; she must have noticed what I had put on her.

She quickly went to the sink, even though she had her back towards me I could tell it wasn't just her hands she was washing. Did she just taste it? I couldn't be certain but it did look as if she had.

*quot;That was very good, where did you learn that?*quot;

When she turned around there was a shocked look on her face, I quickly added *quot;The evening meal you made.*quot;

Her face relaxed and she smiled, however I could see that she knew exactly what I was talking about.

*quot;Just practice. When you like doing something you generally get very good at it. I like doing it, I like doing it a lot.*quot;

I wasn't sure if I should leave it at that, but I couldn't resist saying more, *quot;Does Uncle Bill like your cooking?*quot;

I could see her hesitate, deciding if she should reveal more. A few seconds later she answered me.

*quot;Not as much as he used to. A lot of the time now he isn't interested in it.*quot;

I could see the sadness on her face. It was now my turn to hesitate, but fortune favours the brave, something else needed to be said.

*quot;I am interested, very interested.*quot;

Her face flushed but she didn't say anything. It would certainly give her something to think about.

The next day was an anti-climax. Aunty was busy around the house for most of the day and we spent very little time together. I wasn't sure if she genuinely had things to do or that she was avoiding me, it was probably a bit of both. The next step would be a big one, and I would guess she needed time to think about it.

*quot;Don't forget we have your hospital appointment tomorrow at twelve. Breakfast at eight then a quick bath. We need to leave no later than nine-thirty.*quot;

*quot;Yes I know. I am keen for the doctor to look at my hands, I am hoping he will put on a smaller bandage so that I will be able to use my hands a bit.*quot;

*quot;Don't get your hopes up, you will just have to wait and see. Goodnight, I will wake you at eight.*quot;

I was awake just after seven, but I lay in bed waiting for Aunty. As usual she appeared on time. We were only ready to leave at nine-forty, and from the look on her face she was blaming me for the ten minute delay, however she didn't say anything.

As we set off on the two hour drive I reflected on what had happened this morning in the bath, nothing. To be honest I hadn't expected her to relieve me, though I wouldn't have said no if she had started to play with me. The main focus this morning was to get ready to go to the hospital as soon as possible, and despite the slight delay I thought we had done a good job.

As we got nearer the hospital Aunty became more relaxed, she could see that we were not going to be late. After taking a few minutes to park we arrived fifteen minutes early.

*quot;I am sorry, doctor Gates is off sick, his assistant will see you.*quot;