Aunt Laura

“Get in,” his aunt called, smiling at him.

“Auntie? What are you doing here?”

“I came to pick you up. Your mother is busy today.”

He walked over and opened the passenger door.

“Mom didn't tell me.”

“She probably didn't get the chance.” His aunt laughed. “You know how Martha is when work gets hectic.”

He nodded. His mother, Martha, was the department head at a large company, and despite her demanding schedule, she usually made a point of dropping him off and picking him up from college herself.

This morning, however, she was been too busy, so he had to take the subway to college.

His aunt, Laura, is a tomboy, she likes to work out a lot keeping her body muscular and toned. Laura is a couple of years younger than his mom but still looks in great shape, she has spiky brown short hair, and is wearing a red track suit zipped down a little to show cleavage on her d-cup boobs, with which his height comes straight to his eye level. He could see the outline of her semi hard cock through her trouser's, she must be pretty excited to see him.

“I wasn't expecting anyone to pick me up,” he admitted as he buckled his seat belt.

“Well, now you don't have to walk home.”

He smiled. “Thanks. You really surprised me.”

“That's what aunts are for,” she said, pulling away from the curb.

For a few minutes, they drove in comfortable silence. He watched the familiar streets pass by through the window, still a little surprised by the unexpected ride.

“So,” his aunt said, glancing over at him, “how was college today?”

“Pretty normal,” he replied.

“Just normal?”

He shrugged. “Nothing special.”

She gave him a skeptical look, then smiled mischievously.

“Well, you're eighteen now. Don't tell me there isn't someone you like.”

He immediately looked away, suddenly becoming fascinated by the scenery outside.

“I—I don't know.”

His aunt laughed. “Oh, look at you getting all shy.”

“I've only been going to college for two weeks,” he protested. “I barely know anyone there. I don't even have many friends yet.”

“Two weeks is plenty of time to notice someone.”

He shook his head. “Not really.”

She glanced at him again, taking in his embarrassed expression.

“I'm actually surprised,” she said. “You must be the most handsome boy in the college. The girls at your college must be dying to get your attention."

As she said this, she placed her left hand on his thighs, feeling his stocking, he raised his eye brow but didn't say anything. She was surprised that he didn't stop her hand, he didn't let her touch him ever since he became a teenager, but her expression quickly brightened with excitement. A delighted smile spread across her face.

His cheeks reddened.

“Auntie, stop.”

“What? It's true.”

He covered his face briefly with one hand. Her hand still rubbing his thigh, creeping a little higher, ever so slowly. Seeing that he didn't scold her or show any resistance, she became more confident and started rubbing his inner thigh through his stocking.

“You're enjoying embarrassing me.”

“Maybe a little,” she admitted with a laugh. “But seriously, the girls at your college must be dying just to talk to you or become friends with you.”

He smiled shyly but didn't say anything.

Then her phone buzzed in the cup holder. She glanced at the screen and sighed.

“That’s your mother.”

“She called?”

“No, she messaged me. She says she’s going to be late getting home.”

He nodded. “Work?”

“Of course. Apparently, being a department head means there’s always one more thing to deal with.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like Mom.”

His aunt smiled. “She did ask me to make sure you got home safely, though.”

He leaned back in his seat.

“Then I guess I owe you one.”

“You certainly do.”

He smiled and then placed his hand on her hand which was rubbing his inner thigh, her hand stiffened, she thought she had gone to far, but What happened next was something she had only ever dared to dream about.