Most everyone who knew her called her by her given name; Emma. To me, she has always been "Auntie Em."
Auntie Em was my mother's younger sister. Lived just down the road from us. Ours were the only two houses on that road for nearly a mile in either direction. We weren't hillbillies or nothing like that. We enjoyed living far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Granny Jan and Granpa Jim were killed in a tragic car wreck when I was ten. Being as they were the only children from that marriage, Mom and Auntie Em split the inheritance right down the middle. No animosity between those two. They had long ago become best of friends. Family moved out here soon afterwards. We took this house. Auntie Em and her six cats took the other one. "Lots of pussy in that house," Dad had once joked. Mom didn't think it was so funny and she told him so. To my knowledge, Dad never said anything like that again. Leastways, not around me.
Auntie Em was tall. She was about five feet and eleven inches of perfectly built female flesh. Thirty-seven years old and not an ounce of noticeable fat on her. And, man, was she stacked! Had tits out to here. I have wanted to see them fun-bags in their entirety since I was seven years old.
Me? I'm Aaron. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. Graduation day had come and gone already. I was just marking time until summer was over and I could go to college. I had chosen the one in the nearby town of Parkston. Dad not being in the greatest of health these days, I had decided to stay close by so I could help with the chores.
Then I got the bad news. Dad's heart was failing. He needed to be in the hospital. His doctors wanted to run some tests. Tests that were not available in Parkston. So Mom and Dad decided to rent the house and the ten acres that surrounded it to a couple from church. They would move to Dallas, Texas and rent an apartment there so they could be closer to a "proper" hospital where Dad could receive his treatment.
At first I was more than a little bit pissed. How could they do this to me? "But what about me?" I asked Mom. "Dallas is more than a thousand miles from here and in a completely different state. I've already committed to Parkston Junior College. If we move, I'll end up having to wait until next year to get started on my education."
Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. "I know, baby." She always called me "baby." "Don't you think we've thought long and hard about this situation? The doctor says your father needs to be somewhere he can get the treatment and the rest he needs before they do a heart transplant."
I shed a tear. Mom was right, of course, but still, I wondered how I would fit in to their plans. She kissed me softly on my forehead, then held me at arms length and looked me in the eye. "You can stay with your Aunt Emma. She said she would enjoy the company. You can stay in the spare bedroom. We'll even leave the Camry behind so you'll have something to get around in."
"Oh, Mom," I gushed. "How could I be so selfish? I know you wouldn't be doing this if it weren't necessary. I'll be happy to stay with Auntie Em."
Mom pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. "I knew you'd understand. And it won't be forever, you know. Just until your father recovers. We'll be back before you know it." She let go of me. "You have to get your stuff together and I've got to get things ready for the movers. They'll be here in two weeks."
Two weeks passed by quickly. Almost before I knew it, Auntie Em and I were standing on her porch waving goodbye to Mom and Dad. I turned to go inside. That's when I noticed Auntie Em crying silently. I hugged her. "It'll be okay, Auntie Em. They'll be back."
She pressed closer, causing those amazing breasts of hers to press against my chest. Damned if I didn't get an instant boner! "I know," she told me. "It's just that.........It's just that we've seldom been apart since we were children. She's always been there for me." Auntie Em sniffled and then she rubbed those tits of hers against my chest once again.
I groaned. I felt like I was going to cum right there on the spot! I backed away from her and headed for the door, hoping I could hide my hard on from her. I practically ran into the bathroom. Closed the door and locked it behind me. I pulled down my pants and my shorts at the same time, grabbed my aching stick of man flesh and began to pump. About five strokes later, I was sending a geyser of white spunk onto the bathroom floor. I stood there panting, lost in an imaginary world where my Auntie Em's fun bags were swaying back and forth in front of me unencumbered by clothes of any kind. No blouse, no robe and no bra.
My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You okay in there, Aaron?" my Auntie asked. I nearly died on the spot. Damn, but that was a close one. Did she know what I had done? How should I act when I emerged from the bathroom. I decided I would act as though nothing had happened. What else could I do?
"Yeah," I gasped, still feeling euphoric from my sudden and massive orgasm. "I had to pee really bad. Couldn't hardly wait. Be out in a couple of minutes."
"Well, when you finish, I want to see you in the living room. We need to talk."
I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began wiping the floor. When I finished, I dropped it into the toilet and flushed. Pulled up my shorts and pants and opened the door. I made my way into the living room. Auntie Em was sitting on the far end of the sofa, a stern look on her face. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that I should sit beside her.
I sat down next to Auntie Em, nervously clasped my hands together and held them between my knees. I feared the worst. I knew I had acted rashly and impulsively, but what else could I have done? Stand there on the porch and cum in my pants? That would have been even more embarrassing.
We sat together in silence for what seemed like forever, me with my hands between my knees and my heart pounding; her breathing deeply and slowly as if she were still trying to figure out what she was going to say.
"I know why you ran into the bathroom so quickly," she said. I gulped and opened my mouth to speak in defense for what I had done, but Auntie Em put a finger to my lips.
"Wait," she whispered, "until I finish what I'm about to say. Then you can speak."
"That does it," I said to myself. "Put a fork into me and turn me over. I'm done."
