My Life – I learn from my Aunty

I can’t really remember when I got my first erection – who can? However I remember when I was about 13 that I used to slip off my pyjama trousers in bed and I found the coolness of the sheets very nice. I remember feeling quite daring not wearing anything in bed but I cannot remember any wet dreams.
However I can vividly remember my first sexual experience, and indeed my first orgasm, both of which involved my Auntie Eleanor. She was a friend of my mother’s, about the same age as her, and very glamorous. She had dark skin and always wore make up with bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow. She had short black hair and I always thought her very exciting.
My sister was away on an exchange trip and my parents were going to a party where they would be staying overnight. It was therefore arranged for Auntie Eleanor, who often baby sat, to do the same that night but actually stay over.
My parents gave me strict instructions to behave myself as they left me in the capable hands of my Auntie and after they went we both sat down to watch television. I found it difficult to concentrate as I kept glancing across at my Auntie Eleanor, who was sat on the sofa. She was wearing a white blouse and I noticed she had accidentally left the top button undone. This meant I could actually see part of her breasts! Such things were a rare treat for someone of my age.
Her skirt was about knee length but I noticed she let it ride up her legs quite a bit and I’m sure once or twice a caught a glimpse of the top of her stockings. Another treat! I can’t remember much about the programme – I must confess I didn’t watch a great deal of it. I was worried that Auntie Eleanor might catch me staring at her but although I am sure she looked at me once or twice, she didn’t seem to mind.
I felt very grown up as I was allowed to stay up until ten o’clock and then Auntie Eleanor had told me it was time for me to go to bed. However she promised to come in and tuck me in, which surprised me a little but I did not object. The more I saw of her the better!
I gave her a quick kiss goodnight, as I would normally have done, and was aware of her perfume which filled my nose with a wonderful scent. I went off to bed feeling rather strange, I must admit, and conscious that my cock was getting bigger, as I had noticed it doing more frequently over the last month or so. I really had no idea what this meant as I had not been told the facts of life by my parents and it had not been covered at school yet.
I closed the bedroom door and quickly took off my tee shirt. I then pulled my jeans down and standing there in my underpants I reached from my pyjamas. Suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door and before I had a chance to say anything Auntie Eleanor stepped into the room. I looked at her, red faced and she gazed at me with a grin on her face.
“Sorry David –I thought you’d be in bed by now.” she explained. However she made no attempt to leave the room and stepped in, closing the door behind her. “Get into bed then, and I’ll tuck you in.” I realised I would have to take off my underpants and put my pyjama trousers on, which would expose my cock which was getting bigger by the second! Auntie Eleanor seemed to notice my hesitation.
“Don’t worry Davey – I’m sure you haven’t got anything I’ve not seen before!” I blushed again as she grinned at me and then deciding that speed was the answer I quickly slipped down my underpants and stepped out of them. To my horrified embarrassment my cock was now enormous! It sprung out of my underpants and I was convinced Auntie Eleanor would say something. Looking up I noticed she was staring at it and I quickly grabbed my pyjama trousers.
“Sorry Auntie…” I stammered as I tried to put my pyjama trousers on quickly but only succeeded in putting both feet into one leg and hopping about the room. I felt my face burning. What on earth did I look like?
“Don’t be silly David, it’s alright. Don’t be embarrassed!” She stepped towards me. “Let’s get you sorted out shall we?” To my astonishment she grabbed hold of the waistband of my pyjama trousers and pulled them down so once again my cock sprang into view. She was sat on the edge of the bed as she did this and to my horror I noticed that my cock was bouncing about in front of her face. My shame was now complete!
I wanted her to leave and let me put my pyjama trousers on in peace but to my surprise she hesitated, sitting on the bed with my pyjama trousers in her hands and continuing to stare at my cock. I looked down at the top of her head wondering if there was anything wrong.
“What’s up?” I stammered. Auntie Eleanor glanced up at me.
“Sorry David I shouldn’t embarrass you should I?” She turned once again to look at my groin. “It’s just say you’re very big for your age aren’t you? I expect you know that don’t you?” I of course had no idea what she was talking about. I had never seen another boy erect and had no idea if this was normal. I had once measured my erection, which was 8 inches, which I assumed was average…
“Um… I don’t know really Auntie. I’ve not seen other boys like this.”
“I’m not surprised. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else quite this big!” Auntie Eleanor grinned up at me and I felt a smidgen of pride. I felt a little more relaxed now and, I must confess, a little excited at being naked in front of my Auntie.
“I expect you know all about the facts of life don’t you?” She looked up at me. I blushed again and shook my head.
“Not really. I’ve heard stories from the other boys but…you know… I’ve not been told properly.”
“Haven’t mum and dad told you anything?” I shook my head again.
“Would you like me to tell you?” I swallowed hard. This would be the best chance I would ever have to learn about these things and I nodded dumbly.
“Could you?” Auntie Eleanor patted the bed next to her.
“Sit down David.” She instructed and I did so. She then began to explain and I listened, stunned and open-mouthed at what she was telling me. She told me what the different parts of the body were called and I felt myself going red as she pointed to herself when illustrating the female side of things. I thought for a minute she was going to get undressed but my hopes were dashed. She then explained the sexual act itself, which sounded quite bizarre, but I knew I wouldn’t be doing that for some years yet. However she also explained about masturbation and this sounded very interesting!
“So how do I do it then?” I asked when she covered this last subject. Auntie Eleanor grinned at me.
“It’s probably easier to show you rather than explain it…” I looked at her, puzzled. How was she going to show me?
She grinned at my expression. “What I mean is, if you lay down on the bed I’ll do it for you the first time and then you’ll know what to do in future.” She said brightly. I felt myself going bright red again and I swallowed hard. I could not believe what I was hearing. My Auntie Eleanor was offering to masturbate me! Before she changed her mind I quickly shuffled back onto the bed and as Auntie Eleanor stood up I lay full length, waiting nervously. I looked down and saw that my erection was still throbbing away and to my horror I saw some liquid coming out of the top. Auntie Eleanor gazed at my cock.
“Don’t worry Davey. That’s the pre-cum I was talking about. You’re not having an orgasm yet. It will feel much nicer when you to!” She glanced at me with a grin. Then she sat down on the side of the bed and leaned over me, resting her left hand on the other side of my hips and, without a word, she curled her fingers around the shaft of my cock.
The feeling was fantastic! The first time ever a woman had touched my cock! I felt it twitch and wondered if I was going to have one of those orgasms she had talked about. She was still staring at my cock and then she carefully rubbed her thumb across the tip, smoothing the sticky liquid into the head. I let out a small squeak and Auntie Eleanor glanced up at me grinning.
“Is that nice Davey?”
“Fantastic!” I croaked. “I think I’m going to have one of those orgasms you talked about!”
“I expect you’ll come quite quickly the first time – young boys often do. Mind you they can usually come several times quite quickly so you might be able to do it again in a minute!” I was amazed. This meant I could do it several times each night!
Then Auntie Eleanor returned her attention to my cock.
“The way you do it is like this – you slide the foreskin up and down the shaft…” As she said this she began to move her hand up and down and the soft skin slid up and down my cock. This was fantastic! At every movement of her hand I felt a gorgeous feeling surge through my whole body and I lay back on the pillow and closed my eyes. She only did it a few times before suddenly I felt really weird feelings in my groin. I had an urge to jerk my hips up in the air and suddenly Auntie Eleanor’s hand seemed to move more quickly. Then I exploded!
I could almost feel liquid running up my cock and spurting out of the end. I was momentarily aware of the fact that I was making a mess, although Auntie Eleanor had warned me about this, but I just lost myself in the most fantastic feelings I had ever experienced. If this was an orgasm, I’d be having plenty of these! I felt myself jerking several times, each time more juice coming up and out of my cock and then suddenly the feeling seemed to fade away and I relaxed my muscles. I hadn’t realized how tense I had been.
I opened my eyes and glanced down to see Auntie Eleanor’s fingers still around my cock and a few drops of juice splattered over her hand. There was not as much as I thought there would have been; apparently because of my age I wouldn’t produce much yet. I thought Auntie Eleanor would be annoyed at the mess but she asked me for a hanky which I produced from under my pillow and she carefully wiped herself, and me, clean.
“That was fantastic Auntie! Thanks ever so much!” This seemed inadequate and she glanced at me with a grin.
“Glad you enjoyed it David. Now you know how to do it yourself don’t you?” I nodded happily. I knew I would be trying this as soon as I was alone. Auntie Eleanor had told me I could come several times in one session so I could do it as soon as she went to bed!
“I suppose I ought to be getting back to my own room now. I expect you’re dying to try it again aren’t you?” I blushed as Auntie Eleanor had obviously read my mind. I grinned self consciously.
“I thought so!” Auntie Eleanor laughed. “Whatever anyone tells you, it’s quite harmless and you can do it as often as you like.” I nodded, knowing I would be doing it quite regularly over next few nights.
As Auntie Eleanor closed the door behind her I felt a pang but was happy to know she was only in the next room. My cock was starting to stiffen again and I reached down and took hold of it as she had shown me. I lay back, closed my eyes, and imagined Auntie Eleanor naked as I played myself once again. The orgasm wasn’t quite as nice as the first time but I still enjoyed it and fell asleep very quickly afterwards.

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I woke up quite early the next morning and looking at my clock saw it was only 7.30. I knew my parents weren’t due back until coffee time, which would be about eleven o’clock, and as I lay in bed I wondered if perhaps I could play with myself again. My cock started to stiffen at the thought but suddenly I heard noise and realized Auntie Eleanor was opening her bedroom door. I heard her go into the bathroom and an idea suddenly occurred to me.
If I made her a cup of tea and took it in, she might invite me to stay, and play with me again. Whatever happened at least I would get a chance to see her in her night clothes, whatever it was she wore, and I quickly got up. As I stepped into the hallway, Auntie Eleanor stepped out of the bathroom and we both jumped and laughed. I quickly took in the fact that she was wearing what appeared to be a short transparent nightie before she quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
“And where do you think you’re going?” She demanded with a grin on her face.
“I thought perhaps you might like a cup of tea… if it’s not too early?”
“That would be lovely David. If you’re having one?” I confirmed I was and Auntie Eleanor suggested I bring both cups into her room for a chat. I was delighted at this invitation although I was a little nervous as to what she wanted to chat about.
I busied myself making the tea and pondered her request. I feared it was going to be the “last night was very nice but we daren’t do it again” type of thing. I carefully carried the cups through the hallway and gently tapped on the door. I heard a voice inviting me in and pushed the door open, poking my head around.
“Come in don’t be shy!” Auntie Eleanor smiled at me from the bed where she was sat up leaning against the padded headboard. I carefully walked round to her side of the bed and put her tea on the bedside cabinet, trying not to stare at the top half of her body barely concealed by the transparent nightie.