More reminiscing

Your aunt lives nearly 45 minutes away from you, most of it on the highway, and as you pull onto the entrance ramp, you see that traffic is practically nonexistent. Getting the car up to speed, you set the cruise control and soon find yourself thinking about the first time you drove to their house by yourself.

It was the summer after high school graduation and your aunt and uncle had asked you to house-sit. They were going away on a two-week vacation and preferred the idea of someone being at the house to keep an eye on things, as well as water their plants and mow the lawn. You were only working a part-time job at the time and jumped at the chance to have a whole house to yourself to do as you pleased, plus they said they'd pay you to do it! They stayed with you the first night to show you everything you needed to see, and your uncle being your uncle, told you there was a new case of beer in the fridge and to help yourself, and also let you know where the clean sheets were in case you had a "friend" over and things got "a little messy". The two of them left early the next morning and were gone before you were even up to say goodbye; of course you slept until noon that day, so they were long gone by the time you were actually awake anyway.

Having every intention of doing a good job at house-sitting, you spent the first part of the day making sure everything was neat and tidy, cleaning up everything after eating, wiping off the counter tops, wiping down the sink after you brushed your teeth, and even doing a little vacuuming in the kitchen after you spilled some food. Being an 18 year old guy, though, that became old quick. The second half of your day you spent lounging on the couch, scrolling through channels and trying to find something to watch. Before you knew it, it was 10:00 at night, you still hadn't found anything decent to watch, and you found yourself in need of a release. You were unfortunately between girlfriends at the time, and didn't have any real options for a booty-call. If you were home, that wouldn't be an issue. You'd just fire up your computer, find some porn to watch, and beat off until you were ready to go to bed. But you weren't home, and you didn't think it was necessarily a good idea to start watching porn on your aunt and uncle's computer; plus you didn't know their password and you already tried, and failed, to figure it out a couple of times. (This was back when you had a hand-me-down phone with a cracked, 3" screen and were nearly out of your monthly data). As you thought about where you could get some material to use, your mind went back to that day at the football game with your uncle. What he had said about your Aunt Becky being "freaky in bed" and suggesting what "she could do with her tongue" had always kind of stuck in the back of your mind, and before you could even register what you were doing, you found yourself walking down the hall towards their room.

As you had noticed, even at the age of 15, your Aunt Becky was hot. You'd had the opportunity to see her in bikinis a few times at family parties, and even though they were a more conservative cut, they still showed off her fantastic body. Back when she had first married your uncle, you were still young, and you didn't know there was an eight-year age difference between the two of them, you just knew they were two adults getting married. It wasn't until you got older when it started to register that the difference in age between her and your uncle compared to you and her wasn't that much; eight years versus twelve. Now that you'd turned 18, she was just 30 and the age difference didn't seem that bad. As a matter of fact, you'd watched plenty of porn starring MILFs older than that, so the thought of jerking off to a 30 year old woman didn't bother you at all.

As you entered their room, your dick started to harden as the taboo nature of what you were about to do began to sink in, and you began rubbing yourself through your shorts as you made your way towards her dresser. The second drawer that you opened was the one you were looking for, the one where she kept her panties, and you weren't disappointed by what you found. There were a couple pairs of bikini briefs, but the majority of the drawer was filled with a variety of thongs and g-strings. Blood surged to your cock as you sifted through her collection, touching the different fabrics, imagining how she must look wearing nothing but these, and knowing that each one of these articles had been up her ass and pressed against her pussy. Carefully, you moved a few pairs to the side and were rewarded with the discovery of a black, lacey, crotchless thong and your free hand immediately slipped into your shorts to squeeze your throbbing cock, wishing that you could see her in them or at least find someone that would wear something like that for you.

Your curiosity was piqued, wondering what other naughty undergarments she might own, and you would have liked nothing more than to pull out the drawer and dump the contents onto the bed to see what other delights might be in there, but you knew you'd never be able to make it look like it did before. It took some willpower, but you managed to put things back to where you thought they belonged and pulled yourself away from the drawer. Though you might have been done looking through her clean underwear drawer, you were far from finished with snooping around the room, the crotchless panties making you hopeful you'd find something even more exciting.

Opening the rest of the dresser drawers, and even slipping your hand along the back of the drawer behind the clothes, yielded nothing, and looking under the bed, you only found a clear, plastic storage bin containing her sweaters. You tried lifting up the mattress, one of your favorite hiding places, to see if anything was there, but no such luck, and a search through the closet was just as futile. After making your way around the room, the last place you decided to look was in the nightstand. You weren't overly optimistic that you would find anything interesting, as you figured it wasn't a very good hiding place, but apparently Aunt Becky was more concerned about convenience, as the top drawer on her side of the bed was full of sex toys.

Vibrators and dildos of different shapes and sizes, anal beads, butt plugs, and a couple cock-rings covered the entire bottom of the drawer. Your dick had started to soften as you had searched the room, but this new discovery brought it back to attention and then some. You picked up each one of her toys and brought them to your nose, sniffing to see if her scent was still on them. Unfortunately, it appeared that Aunt Becky cleaned her toys after use, as the only scent you were able to pick up was a faint soapy smell on a few of them. Despite that fact, you were still rock hard with the thought of her using these toys on herself, then had the sudden thought of comparing them to yourself to see how you stacked up. Dropping your shorts to the floor then stepping out of them, you started with the largest one you saw and held it against your shaft, turning it backwards so that the tip of the vibrator was against your pelvis and the control component was away from you. You were pleased to see that you were a half-inch, maybe even an inch, longer, and a little thicker too. Knowing that you were a little bigger than vibrators that women bought for getting themselves off with was an ego boost and only caused the testosterone to flood your blood stream even more.

As you started to stroke your cock to the thought of watching your aunt fuck herself with the variety of toys in front of you, you had a sudden thought and moved into the master bathroom. Just as you had hoped, you found a laundry basket in the corner of the room with some dirty clothes still in it. You had no worries about making a mess of these and quickly dumped the clothes on the floor. You only had to toss one towel and a shirt out of the way to find what you wanted, a satin, hot-pink thong!

Any sort of reservations you might have had about masturbating to the thought of your aunt were quickly squashed by your find and you immediately picked them up and brought them to your nose where you huffed in her scent, while your other hand found your cock, and you started jacking off right there. Her musty scent was all over the panties and there was a light crust of dried, vaginal discharge on the crotch of the fabric. You remember being unable to control yourself, your hand flying over your cock, beating yourself off as if you were scared someone might walk in and catch you any minute, and just focused on finishing as quickly as possible.

Your stamina then, wasn't quite as good as it is now and it was only a matter of minutes before you started to feel your balls tighten. Pulling the panties from your face, you laid them out on the counter with the plan to shoot your load onto the same material that covered your aunt's pussy earlier this week. "Oooh fuck, Aunt Becky! I'm gonna cum on your panties!" you called out. "I'M GONNA CUUUMMMM!!! Aaaarrrrrggggg!!!"

And with that, the first blast erupted from your dick, your cum splashing onto, then rapidly soaking into the silky material. You continued your frantic pace, pumping more and more of your seed onto your aunt's dirty panties, the white, creamy puddles standing out in contrast to the color of her thong. Eventually, your contractions slowed and you milked the last drop to the tip before wiping it off near the top waist band.

Out of breath, you placed a hand on the counter as the other still held onto your softening cock, while the realization of what you just did started to register in your mind. A mixture of guilt and embarrassment started to fill your gut and you knew what you did just violated the trust your aunt and uncle had in you. Knowing that you couldn't leave your jizz to dry on her underwear, you grabbed hold of them and started rinsing them off in the sink, making sure you washed all of your cum off them. You had hung them in the shower stall and made a mental note to not forget to put them away once they were dry, then put the rest of the dirty laundry back into the basket. Next, you moved back into the bedroom and put back on your discarded shorts, mumbling to yourself "I can't do that again. That was just a one time thing. I just let myself get carried away." as you fastened your button then closed the drawer with the sex toys in them. Finally, you had taken one last look around the room to make sure nothing looked out of place before exiting the room, closing the door behind you, and vowing not to go back in there except to put the thong back into the laundry basket the next morning after it had dried.

That vow might have lasted a maximum of twelve hours after you woke up the next day with some serious morning wood. You couldn't help yourself and within minutes of waking, were back in the bathroom, sifting through the dirty laundry, looking for more of your aunt's panties. There were a few other pairs that you found and you ended up keeping them separate from the rest of the laundry, already resigning yourself to the fact that this wouldn't be the last time you pleasured yourself with her underwear. With the few chores they left you to do, you had plenty of time to yourself and ended up beating your meat several times a day over the course of the two weeks you were there, and though you didn't cum on her panties anymore, you still held them to your nose and wrapped them around your cock, using the silky material to masturbate with and stimulate yourself in ways you hadn't experienced before. But that wasn't the only thing you did, you also took that time to experiment with her sex toys. Putting on the cock rings, using the vibrators on the underside of your cock and around your balls, you even tried spanking one out with the smallest of the butt plugs up your ass. It turns out, you weren't much of a fan, but you thought that maybe your cumshot was a little more forceful than usual when you had it in. That piece of paraphernalia, you made sure you thoroughly cleaned off when you were done, but some of the others, you didn't. Being the horny, perverted, 18 year old you were, you got off on the fact that the things that were rubbing your cock, would soon be back in your aunt's pussy, and you didn't want to wash that away. You even smeared some of your pre-cum on the tips of the vibrators, knowing that the next time she used one, your dried semen would be entering her.

Eventually, your time house-sitting came to an end, which was probably a good thing because you may have pulled your dick off from wanking it so much if you were there any longer. The last day before they came home, you managed to take a break from masturbating and spent the day doing a thorough cleaning the house and making sure everything was in its place. You were pretty confident you did a good job, but a small part of you was nervous they'd discover what you had been up to while they were away. Even after saying goodbye, you wondered if you or your parents would be getting a call from them after they discovered something that you missed. That call never came, and a little more than a month later, you were off to school.