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Aunt Says It's Ok
by Nottxnative (address withheld)

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A loving aunt teaches her nephew that it is ok to touch 
himself. (F/m-teen, inc)

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My aunt by marriage to my uncle (my mom's brother) 
lived with us while he was living in Europe for 4 
months on a business project.

She was 38 and I was 15. She was also a larger woman... 
like my other aunt, she had huge breasts. She did not 
dress sexy but in fact dressed very conservatively... 
dresses and sweaters. She did not give sloppy kisses 
but she was affectionate and loved giving lots of hugs. 
She had a very contagious laugh and was very happy to 
be around.

She slept in the guest room which was at the other end 
of our house in the basement (same floor as my 
bedroom). There was never any sexual chemistry with her 
or anything that led up to what happened. She never 
flirted with me, that just wasn't her personality. She 
did have a cute face... but wasn't 'pretty'. She was of 
Italian descent and had nice olive colored skin. 

The 'incident' that happened was innocent enough. At 
15, like most other boys, my hormones were raging and I 
started to notice hard-ons in the morning and then more 
frequently as I started to think about girls. My 
parents never talked to us about sex or the birds and 
bees so we were pretty much left to our own discoveries 
and learning. I didn't know anything about 
masturbating... literally nothing. It was by accident 
that I noticed if I rubbed my penis while I laid face 
down in my bed that it felt good. 

I actually didn't learn about the 'real' way to 
masturbate (stroking my cock with my hands) until I 
went to college. So, the way that I made it feel good 
was by moving in a fucking motion face down against my 
sheets and in my pajama bottoms (no underwear). Again, 
I didn't know it was a fucking motion as I was 
completely inexperienced. I was a very late bloomer 
compared to my friends and I didn't even start growing 
hair on my privates until I was 15.

What I learned was that if I rubbed up and down against 
the sheets, I would get a very enjoyable feeling on the 
head of my cock. I never had an orgasm but it always 
felt good and I thought that I just needed to pee to 
relieve myself. I did this almost daily for about six 
months every morning to relieve the incredible hard-ons 
that I would wake up with. I still wake up with a hard 
on every morning!

I didn't know what an orgasm was or even what sperm/cum 
was until one morning I had a very strong feeling in 
the head of my penis. At first, I thought that I peed 
the bed and I thought I was going to get in trouble. 
When I got up I noticed only a small amount of wet 
stuff on the inside of my pajamas and just a little on 
the sheets. It was mostly clear.

It was then that I really started to feel guilty about 
touching myself and felt like I wasn't normal. My 
parents never talked about sex... never.

The next morning I did it again... every morning doing 
it and the feeling in my cock was getting more 
pleasurable. It didn't take long at all for it to spurt 
out and I was quickly hooked on masturbating. I was 
afraid to do it any other time of day and only did it 
early in the morning before everyone else got up... or 
so I thought.

My aunt moved in with us about the time that I was 
really getting in to a regular morning routine. What I 
didn't know was that she liked getting up really early 
to shower, get coffee and read the paper. She never 
slept well and I guess she felt like it was more 
productive to get up instead of laying in bed and 
waiting for everyone else to get going.

I guess saw me rubbing myself against the sheets and 
she knew exactly what I was doing. I was not aware of 
her watching until about the 4th or 5th day after she 
moved in.

That morning when I first saw her, I only caught a 
glimpse of her going into the bathroom and didn't 
realize that she had seen what I was doing. Of course, 
all she really saw was me under my covers with my butt 
going up and down. Regardless, I was mortified! I felt 
dirty. I was scared she was going to tell my parents. I 
was even more worried about what she thought of me... I 
was sick about it and didn't rub against my sheets for 
several days... totally embarrassed. 

She never let on to anything after that morning that I 
know she saw me. I tried to avoid her as much as 
possible... staying in my room to do homework. My only 
real contact with her for those next several days was 
at the dinner table and I purposely didn't want to make 
eye contact. After a few days of her not saying 
anything... I started to wonder that maybe she didn't 
see me? 

As I said, the only glimpse I caught of her was as she 
ducked into the bathroom. Could I have been so lucky? I 
thought to myself, please god, I will never touch 
myself again if only you could make sure she didn't see 
me. Of course, that was an empty promise because I have 
been touching myself ever since.

I think on the fifth day after our the 'incident', she 
came into my room when she got up early in the morning. 
I tried to pretend to be asleep but she knew I was 
awake. My heart was in my throat because this was the 
first time I talked to her since the 'incident'. She 
smiled as she walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. 
She asked why I had been avoiding her for the past 
several days and I tried to play ignorant. She said she 
missed my hugs and cute face and wondered if I was mad 
at her. 

I said no way... I said that I wasn't mad and that I 
was glad that she was staying with us. She paused for a 
second (the longest second in the world!) and looked me 
in the eye and said, "You know, there is nothing to be 
ashamed of for what you were doing. I hope you know 
that."

I did feel ashamed and actually started to cry just a 
little... we were very conservative in our house. She 
hugged me like she always did and said that she would 
always love me. As she got, up she said that it was 
very normal to do what I was doing (without actually 
calling it masturbating). She said all kids learn to do 
it at some point during puberty, so don't feel like 
you're not normal. In fact, she said the only thing 
that would not be normal would be for me to stop doing 
it. She said to be discreet about it. 

She said if I had any questions I should ask my dad. I 
immediately said no way could I ask my dad. She asked 
if I would be comfortable asking her about it and I 
said yes if she promised not to say anything to my 
uncle or my parents. She said our secret was safe with 
her.

As she left my room, she said I hope that you feel 
comfortable enough now and that you continue learning 
about your body. She winked and I know I blushed big 
time. That began our little secret understanding...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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