Testing the limits of obliviousness

At first I felt guilty for taking advantage of my aunt like that - jerking off to her naked body and cumming all over her. She had no idea what I'd done, and even if she saw my cock out at the end, she hadn't even realized what was going on. It's not good to take advantage of someone's obliviousness like that.But still, if she didn't know I was doing this stuff, where was the harm? She enjoyed her massage and I enjoyed my... other kind of massage. I tried to tell myself I'd stop it there, at this blissful afternoon massage where we both came and had a great time.

But I knew I wouldn't. By dinner time I was plotting my next horny exploit. I had always been aroused by the idea of flashing women, but it seemed a bit immoral to do it when they'd be offended and upset, so I'd never done it, except messing around with my big sister occasionally but she was just annoyed by it, not psychologically scarred. Still, the idea of a woman seeing me totally naked was a huge turn-on.

When Aunt Olivia called me out for dinner, I took a big breath and stepped out into the condo's common area totally nude. I'd shaved my pubic hair to match hers, and I like to think I have a decent body, being in the trades and working for living gives you some muscles, and I ate healthy so I wasn't flabby. I walked into the kitchen naked, my six-inch boner bouncing happily as I stepped onto the gray vinyl floor.

She looked at me and said, "Ah good you're here just in time for dinner."

And that was that. She hadn't even noticed I was naked. She was wearing a black tank top and pink shorts, one of the exercise outfits she usually wore around the house when not in her bathrobe. The skin-tight outfit hardly reduced my boner, especially as she wasn't wearing any socks and had her bare feet on the flooring, and might not have been wearing underwear either.

She had me get drinks and set the table. We always ate together at the kitchen table, one of those fossilized traditions of our extended family, but I liked it even when I wasn't naked. Now, with my boner flopping around as we passed each other in the kitchen, I was absolutely loving family dinners.

She made a green salad first so we ate that while the stir fry simmered, getting every list morsel nice and hot. Still she hadn't noticed I was naked. She was telling me about the podcast she'd listened to while working out that afternoon, one of those where vapid women banter and laugh while discussing heinous serial killers. I will never understand the appeal of those but I've met multiple women who love them, and Aunt Olivia was pleasingly normal in this regard. She was so into the podcast and telling me about all their dumb jokes and terrible crime details she didn't notice when I swung my hard-on over the table while putting dressing on my salad.

After the salads, it was time for the main course. She had me serve us, which was only fair since she'd cooked. She took a bite before I sat down and ordered the pepper grinder. She is somewhat of a foodie and has a proper grinder with real pepper.

I had the most wicked idea as I walked over with the pepper grinder. She was still going on a mile a minute about her podcast, really at peak oblivious levels even by her standards. Now was my chance to really push the limits. I held the grinder over her plate and then stood over it, pressing my cockhead and shaft parallel to the cylinder. I figured maybe I could play this off as a joke if she objected, but she didn't even notice! She wrapped her hand around the cylinder and my cock and started to grind pepper!

It felt wonderful to feel her hand on my cock at long last, but she was legitimately grinding pepper too. I could have thought this through better. She manhandled my cock as she tried to grind pepper. It hurt, but not too badly as her fingers were rather nimble. She was almost jerking me off and I started to feel really good.

But she got her pepper and stopped. Oh yeah, she didn't realize she wasn't trying to jerk me off, so she left me hanging.

"Would you like some salt too?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh sure, good idea Mark," she said, looking at me, still not noticing that I was naked. She just sat there so I reached for the salt shaker. At least this particular condiment wasn't deemed necessary to be ground from raw salt ore at the dinner table. She held the shaker and waited, not putting the salt on her food yet.

Was she waiting for my cock? She must be going on muscle memory and know there was supposed to be two things in her hand. I obliged and slid my cock in next to the shaker and she gripped them both with her strong hand. She shook the salt shaker and masturbated me at the same time! I repressed a groan of pleasure. Her hand felt amazing as she inadvertently stroked my erection, her bare hand on my shaft.

I needed just a little bit more. She was still going on about her podcast, off in her own world, so I took a big chance. I hooked my finger under her tight top and pulled the stretchy material out, exposing her firm breasts. Still she was talking. I was staring at her boobs as she jerked me off.. it was just enough. I started to cum powerfully as she finished shaking the salt, just in time.

I didn't repress my groan this time, not seeing the need as I stood naked in front of my blabbering aunt, shooting my sperm triumphantly at the dinner table.

Then I realized where my cum was going: right onto her plate.