"On centerline, on glideslope, three quarters of a mile, call the ball" hissed through Dad's helmet as he lined up his F/A-18E Super Hornet for a night carrier landing in the Persian Gulf.
He glanced at the ball in the mirror on the carrier's landing system and noted that it was rising, but glowing red. The calm, metallic voice in his ears said, "You're low. Power."
He applied power but something felt funny in the seat of his pants. She wasn't spooling up like he had come to expect. Glancing down at his instruments, he noted that the power was spooling down on his right engine. "Power. Power...Power!...fly the ball." But it was too late.
Mom was devastated when the navy officer in his gleaming white uniform appeared at the front door with our pastor in tow. I was only 14 years old, but I knew at the time she was not going to take it well. She was 18 when she married the hot young pilot in Pensacola, Florida, and just a month short of her 20th birthday when I was born. She had gone from being a sheltered Daddy's girl, to a young bride, to a brand new mother in less than two years. Being a 33 year old single mom was not what she had signed up for!
The drinking and partying started a few months after the last note of Taps was played at Dad's funeral, and then finally Mom just didn't come home one night. The police looked for her for several months, but finally decided that she had just run away from her unhappy life. I never saw her again.
And, that's how I came to live with my mom's younger brother, James, and his beautiful young wife Kathy. James is a big man. He stands 6'4" tall and weighs in at a very muscular 220 pounds. He had worked in the Gulf Coast fishing fleet until he met my aunt and married her. Kathy had inherited money from her side of the family, and after their marriage they settled into a very large four bedroom house in the small town of Mexico Beach, Florida. But, they were newlyweds, and having a teenager in the mix was not what THEY had signed up for.
That Fall I started in a military high school in Indiana, which was fine with me. I loved the comradery of my fellow cadets and desperately wanted to fly jets like Dad. I was top of my class and quickly was promoted through the cadet chain of command. I got the letter of acceptance to the Naval Academy at the start of my senior year.
I spent every holiday and summer with my loving Uncle and Aunt, and my life was going great. The only problem I had was it was impossible for me to meet girls. There were no girls at school, and since I wasn't from Mexico Beach, I didn't know anyone my age in town. I was certain I was going to go from the military school to the Naval Academy as an 18-year-old virgin.
With the money that James and Kathy had, James was able to buy a 55' Hatteras Sportfisherman charter boat, and start his own business as a sport fishing captain. His clients loved his great personality, and, during the summer, he would work 90-100 days in row without a break. He also specialized in overnight trips for tuna, where he would take his clients 120 miles offshore motoring 8 hours to get there, fish all night, and then motor 8 hours back the next day.
Since I didn't know anyone in town, and to avoid dying of boredom each summer, I would work as a hand on my Uncle's boat. The money was great, and it was paradise for a teenage boy. The long hours didn't faze me a bit. That is until the end of my senior year at school. I was 18 years old and I was damned if I was going to be a virgin when I entered the academy! I just couldn't spend the summer working on the charter boat baiting hooks for rich old men with their beautiful wives that were 30 years their junior.
Unfortunately, by the time I had graduated from military high school and finally gotten back home to Florida, all of the really good summer jobs, which are completely dependent on the tourists, were taken. I finally found a job parking cars as a valet for a fancy seafood restaurant about 30 minutes from our house. Most nights I would start work at 5:30 PM and work until everyone had left the restaurant, which was typically around midnight.
My plan was not working. I was having a hell of time meeting any girls my age. Sure, I met tourists, but their mothers kept an eye on them, and by mid-July, I had accepted that I would be a virgin the rest of my life.
I had settled into my routine. I woke up around 10:00 AM, swam in the Gulf, showered, ate a late lunch, played video games until the late afternoon in my room, and then dressed for work. I had to leave the house by 4:30 to ensure that I'd be at work in time for the "early bird" old timers to show up for dinner.
About the time I had given up on girls, I noticed that Aunt Kathy, who was only 30 at the time, was stunningly beautiful. How could I never have noticed? She had straight black hair that fell to the middle of her back, but usually it was pulled into a ponytail and threaded through the hole of the baseball cap she typically wore to keep the bright sun out of her jade green eyes. When I went out each day to take my swim in the Gulf, she was often laying on the deck facing the beach reading a book in her bikini.
She'd smile at me and say, "watch out for sharks." I'd smile back at her and say, "they'd better watch out for ME!" It was our daily ritual, and I loved her for it. She would still be there as I came back across the beach after the swim and she'd ask me, "are all the sharks safe?" I'd reply, "for today."
Kathy had amazingly large and firm breasts that stood out from her taught and fit body. When she walked, her breast would sway and strain the fabric of the tiny bikinis she wore. She had several, but my favorite was the white and red striped bikini, because it always seemed to me that her tits would spill out at any second. But, best of all, when she lied on her stomach, she would untie the strings on her top. Her ample orbs would be smashed onto the lounge chair, and I found myself imagining how they would feel smashed against my chest, her erect nipples pressing into my skin. Her wide hips and round, fit ass would be proudly on display, and if I was lucky, the fabric would climb into the crack of her ass and give me a little more skin to admire.
Man, was I horny! Of course, I masturbated...a lot. From the window of my room on the second floor I could see my aunt sunning herself on the deck. I kept a bottle of hand lotion in my nightstand drawer, and jerked myself to sleep each night dreaming of my Aunt's beautiful tits and round, firm ass.
As on most nights, I wouldn't get home from work until well after 1:00 AM. Uncle James was on one of his overnight offshore charter trips, so I let myself in, kicked off my shoes by the garage door, and slowly climbed the stairs as quietly as possible. I glanced down the hall and my Aunt's bedroom door was closed as normal.
As was my custom, I quickly stripped naked, checked my e-mail on the computer in my room, and dove under the covers for my routine fantasy and jerk off session. I reached over and opened the drawer on my nightstand to find the bottle of lotion. Fuck! It was empty. Not to fear. I knew that Aunt Kathy kept a bottle in the guest bathroom downstairs.
Without bothering to pull on my boxer shorts, I darted out into the hall and down the stairs, my semi-erect penis bouncing with me. Hell, Aunt Kathy had gone to bed hours ago and would be fast asleep at this hour. I quickly found the extra bottle, and darted up the stairs.
"Oh, SHIT!" Aunt Kathy was standing in the hallway wearing a light satin blue robe.
"Are you okay, baby?" She was genuinely concerned. "I heard you fly down the stairs and thought you might be sick."
My eyes darted to the bottle of lotion in my hand, and then back to lock onto her piercing green eyes. I saw her eyes slowly work their way down my bare chest and stomach, and stop when they found my penis, which seemed to have a mind of its own as I felt it slowly start to fill with blood.
A smile spread across her face as she slowly walked toward me. I could clearly see her nipples poking into the light fabric as her big, full breasts swayed under the robe. Her toned and tanned legs looked fantastic under the thigh-high royal blue fabric. With each step, the fabric would part slightly and I got a brief glance at the lacy white panties she was wearing underneath the robe.
"I know you don't have a girlfriend, and I wondered if you were masturbating to relive the tension," she said without a trace of condemnation in her voice. It was the same tone she might use if she asked me how my day had gone at school.
"What," I stammered. "No..uh, what is mass-ter-baiting?" I feigned.
"It's okay, sweetheart," she replied. "It is perfectly natural and everyone does it."
"Does what?" I continued on my deliberate lie. That was my story and I was sticking to it!
Another smiled spread across Kathy's face as she reached out and took my fully erect cock into her warm soft hands. "This," she said. She slowly started to slide her hand up and down my cock. I could smell the scent of her shampoo and was mesmerized by her eyes as they locked onto mine.
"Oh, that feels amazing," I whispered through my teeth.
