I'm Mark, I'd just turned 18 and everything was going exactly as I'd wanted it to. In high school, I'd really focused on sports, especially football and I got really good at it. My grades weren't the best but I'd passed everything with reasonable marks. Originally, I'd played rugby which had taught me how to tackle effectively without gear and after trying several football positions, I found I was best as a linebacker. I was just over 6' tall and a solid 240lbs so while I wasn't fast, whatever I got ahold of generally moved or stopped depending on what I wanted. I'd applied to a couple of universities for their sports programs but the only one that had accepted me was our local university.
I'd really hoped on one from out-of-state that had one of the best programs but they hadn't replied. I'd been talking with a buddy who'd also been accepted and we planned to rent a small apartment together. Of course, my parents said that would be too much money and I should just stay at home but I had a part time job that would pay enough to cover the rent and food so grudgingly, my parents agreed that they'd cover my tuition. I coud have stayed at home but I was really looking forward to the freedom of going out and staying out as late as I wanted, going to parties and ideally bringing a girl or two back to the apartment for sex but couldn't do any of those if I stayed at home.
My parents weren't overly religious but they didn't believe in drinking, at least no more than a glass of wine at Christmas or New Years, so drinking and parties wouldn't happen and they were also against premarital sex so bringing a girl home wouldn't happen either. Everthing was moving nicely and then I got a call from the other university. They apologized for the delay in getting back to me but it had taken longer than they planned to select the scholarship students.
'Scholarship?' I thought, what the hell do they mean but the lady went on to say that they look at the top 50 applications, narrow it down to 10 and then pick 3 to get a full scholarship and I was one of the three.
Mom and dad could tell by the look on my face that something big was happening and after the lady assured me that it wasn't a prank call and asked if I was still interested in attending their university, I quickly said, "Hell yes!" which got me a dirty look from my parents because they also didn't like swearing.
That was quickly forgiven when I got off the phone and told them I'd been offered a full football scholarship at the university that I really wanted to go to. Mom was overjoyed for me and I'm sure my dad's first thought was, "That'll be cheaper for us" but he still told me how happy he was and that he was proud of my achievement.
Of course, that meant that now I had to scramble to find accomodation when most places were already rented, it was a six-hour drive so I couldn't really drive there just to look at a place or two and classes started in two weeks. That's when mom suddenly said, "What about Jean?"
"Jean?"
"Yes, your aunt Jean."
"Ok, what about her?"
"I'll have to check but I'm pretty sure she moved close to where you're going. Maybe you can stay with her for a few days so you can look around and find a place."
I hadn't seen her since I was about 14 but I did remember her. She was mom's youngest sister, divorced from Dave almost 2 years ago, no kids and as I definitely remembered masturbating thinking of her when I was a teenager with raging hormones. She'd have been about 24 at the time, slim, average height, great body and from memory, an absolutely great rack. The downside was that she was just as uptight as my parents were, so I wasn't that thrilled with the idea of staying with her. Mom picked up on it and said, "It would only be until you can find somewhere reasonable to live because until you can find a part time job there, it won't be possible for your dad and I to cover everything."
The next day, mom phoned her sister who said she could use a bit of company and I'd be welcome there until I could find a place to stay. Net result, in four days, I was on the road by 10am in dad's old Jetta that he'd given me with everything I could into it. GPS plotted, I made it there in reasonable time and when she answered the door, I recognized her right away but she didn't look like I remembered her. Instead of the glasses, it looked like she had contacts and her dark hair was now longer but what really caught my eye was the incredibly tight t-shirt she was wearing which obviously had no bra under it because her nipples were clearly showing and her shorts were not only high cut on the sides and back but so tight that they looked like they were parting the lips of her pussy. As I took all that in, she moved to give me a big hug and "Welcome! It's not a big place but it's all mine."
Damn, as she hugged me, I could feel her tits against my chest and knew right away that I'd have to make sure I had some kleenex handy when I went to bed that night. The tour of the house didn't take long - there was only 2 bedrooms, the kitchen, a small living/dining room and a bathroom.
When she asked if I was hungry and I said 'yes', she insisted we go out for supper to a local restaurant that was known for its smoked ribs. The smell was awesome as we walked in and when we got served, they tasted even better. There must have been a surprised look on my face when Jean asked me if I wanted a beer because she just laughed and said, "I might be your mom's sister but that doesn't mean we're that much alike and it's 'Jean', if you call me Aunt Jean, I'll likely hit you because it makes me feel old!"
Cold beer and hot ribs were a perfect supper and as we ate, Jean told me that she usually worked 8-4 so if she was gone in the morning when I got up, I was welcome to whatever I wanted for breakfast and she'd leave a key out for me to take.
The next morning, I spent making calls and, in the afternoon, I went around to the ones that I'd short-listed and quickly found they fit into one of three categories; way too small, disgustingly dirty or in a scary neighbourhood. I was kind of dejected but when Jean got home, she said there'd be something out there, I just had to keep looking. When she started supper, I heard, "Did you fix the tap?"
"Oh, ya - I noticed it was dripping so I grabbed a couple of washers and changed them. I also fixed the latch on the back screen door so it won't blow open."
"Cool, thanks! So sports and handyman, good combo!"
The next day was no different housing wise and neither was the third. I'd been keeping mom and dad posted and decided I'd stay for one more day to see what I could find and if nothing, I'd look into some of the dorms but they were really pricey and I wasn't keen on sharing a room with a couple of guys I didn't know. The next morning, I got up and figuring that Jean was gone to work, walked naked across the hall and into the bathroom. I was still half asleep but quickly woke up when I stepped into the bathroom and just about ran into my equally naked aunt who was just drying off after getting out of the shower. Even as I stumbled through a quick apology, I couldn't help but check out from her smooth, puffy looking pussy, up to her amazing chest. When I first got there and she'd hugged me, I'd enjoyed the sight and feel of her nipples through her shirt but that was nothing compared to actually seeing her fairly large nipples, surrounded by large, dark areolae. When I looked further up, I was expecting her to be mad but she wasn't even looking at my face, she was staring down at my crotch. When I looked down, I quickly saw why. When I'd gotten up, I'd had my usual 'morning wood' but seeing her naked had quickly turned that into a 'morning log' and since I'd seen a couple of shaved guys in porn flicks, I'd kept myself totally bare which made my solid 7" of cock look even bigger.
Then her head snapped up and she started apologizing as well with, "I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you I was going in late this morning."
