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Aunt Sandy's f****y

... forms through it. I rubbed the soap into the hand towel a little more and started scrubbing my chest. That's when the shower door opened. "I thought you could use some help," Aunt Sandy said, stepping in. She was naked. Well, I guess you figured that out. Although I'd already noticed that Aunt Sandy looked young for her age and had a nice body, I'd never known how nice it was until that moment. She was short, just about coming up to my chin, but her legs seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were more than a handful -- not huge, but what was incredible was how firm they were, no sag at all. Her nipples were already erect, pointing at me like pencil erasers from the light brown circles around them. And her bush, a curly little arrowhead pointing right down to... Of course, I got an instant hard-on. Imagine how you would feel if some sexy lady suddenly stepped into the shower with you? But what if that lady were your aunt? That's what I was thinking. I backed up into the corner of the stall. "Aunt Sandy," I stammered out. "Wh-what are you doing? In here? With me?" She didn't move toward me right away, just stood there in the far corner. The spray from the shower hit her about at the waist and I couldn't help following the trickles down with my eyes, seeing them drip onto her bush, matting down the hair, pouring down those long, shapely legs. It was like a Playboy centerfold come to life! "David," she said, and I f***ed my eyes back up to her cute face. "I've been living with ...

... you several months now, and I think it's time you understood some things. I know you and the boys miss your Mom, and you want someone to do the things she used to do for you -- cooking, cleaning, all of that. And I'm happy to help, really I am. "But I'm not your Mom. I'd never try to be, even if I could. So things -- relationships -- are different. "I need you to understand that I'm a woman. I have my own needs. Do you know what I mean?" The look on her face made my fears melt away. I knew what she meant -- how could I have been so stupid? Aunt Sandy had been divorced for awhile, and now she was cooped up in a house with a bunch of k**s. Of course she had needs. But -- me? I hadn't even gotten to first base with any of the girls my own age, and now this older woman was offering everything. I didn't know what to do -- I mean, I knew what I wanted to do, but should I? And if I did, what if I did something wrong? I don't know if Aunt Sandy saw the emotions on my face or if she just sensed them, but she did exactly the right thing, taking it very slow. As she'd been talking to me, she had taken a couple of steps toward me. The spray from the shower was hitting just below her neck now, streams of water flowing down her breasts and trickling off the nipples. I was so entranced by the vision I didn't see what happened next until I felt the washcloth being pulled out of my hand. Aunt Sandy took the soap, too. Slowly, like it was a dream, she rubbed more soap on the cloth and began to ...