I’m a guy, which means that I’m horny and been horny for as long as I can remember. The idea of saying no to sex, regardless of who it was going to be with, is completely foreign to me. Around the age of fourteen I started masturbating, but my maturbation career didn’t last too long, as soon enough I was lucky to move on to my fucking career. All thanks to my aunt Michelle.

One evening after dinner when I was fifteen and still living at home I was passing the time by playing with myself as usual. At the time I was unfortunate enough to have the one and only bedroom on the first floor, right next the kitchen. My mother was never much of a cook but she was certainly a neat freak, so it was never easy for me to lose myself while I played with my incredibly hard cock considering how much time she spent in the kitchen. Back then I had no frame of reference for what it would be like to actually get laid, so god only knows what I fantasized about while I stroked myself silly.

I had been sliding my hand up and down my pretty dick for a good half an hour and my cum had just started to shoot onto my hairless chest when my mother barged in my room and got an eye full of my engorged cock and hot liquid. The last of my cum was still oozing from the tip of my penis when I quickly sat up and turned to look at her, wishing someday she might have enough respect for me to actually knock on the door.

“Mom, I,” I began to stutter while my semen began sliding down my chest and between my legs.

“I don’t need to hear any of your excuses, pervert,” she scolded, slamming the door as she returned to the kitchen. Pretty harsh words from a tramp that got knocked up at the tender age of sixteen.

Shame swept over me as I stood and wiped myself clean with a towel I kept hidden in the bottom of my dresser. I could hear my mother in the other room banging pots and pans around, cursing under her breath. Until this day I never forgave my mother for being so unforgiving and so fucking stubborn. I wished she would simply go upstairs so I could quietly slip out the back door and leave the house until she calmed down. It was a given that she would complain to my father about my masturbation habit, which was embarrassing enough, but his attitude toward a situation like this would be humorous. He’d simply laugh at the both of us for being so red in the face about it.

Finally my mother left the kitchen and I didn’t hesitate to get out of the house. Only three blocks away lived my aunt, who I considered more of a friend at the time. My father’s youngest sister, she was only nineteen and living in a small one-bedroom apartment. Often I stopped by to talk with her, but not that much. Occasionally I felt guilty for imposing on her, but she paid it no attention. Not only would our conversations frequently turn to sex, but more often than not she would skip around indoors wearing tight T-shirts and shorts. At fifteen there’s nothing more sweet than having the opportunity to spend time alone with a blossoming teenage girl who liked to flaunt her sexy body.

She answered the door with a cigarette hanging between her lips and a pile of mail in one hand. As she let me in she caught me sneaking a peek at her erect nipples showing through her white tank top. Things like that still happen to me.

“What’s going on, kiddo,” she asked, plopping onto the couch and sorting through her mail.

“Not much,” I told her. “Let me grub a cigarette from you?”

“Help yourself,” she replied.

I went to the kitchen to find another ashtray when I spotted a plain, brown box on the table. I found it odd there was no return mailing address on it. Judging by the shape of the box I figured that it might be a dildo or vibrator. I brought it into the living room with me along with the ashtray.

“So,” I prodded my aunt with a devious smile, “what’s in the box?”

“None of your business, that’s what,” she replied without looking up. I could tell she had just painted her long nails by the way she held everything, including her cigarette.

“When are you going to stop smoking these menthol cigarettes,” I said, “they’re disgusting.”

“If you don’t like them try go buying your own for once,” she laughed. She knew I was way too young to buy my own cigarettes. “And are you always so nosy in houses that aren’t your own?”

“No, just yours. So what is it?”

“I told you already, nothing,” she said calmly. “So how come you’re not at home doing your math homework?” I was related to a wise-ass.

“I just needed to get out for a while, that’s all.”

“Get in a fight with your parents again?”

“Not really,” I started, “my mom walked in on me jerking off.”

She laughed so hard she started to cry.

“I’m glad you’re getting a good laugh at my expense,” I said. I was sort of a wise-ass myself.

“That’s hysterical,” she blurted out. “Mommy caught you playing with your little weenie!”

“It’s far from little, bozo,” I snapped back. “And since you think you’re so funny, I guess I’m just going to have a little look inside mystery box number one here.” As I started to open the lid of the box she leaped off the couch in my direction. I jumped up and started running around the room as she frantically tried to snatch it from my hands. Once or twice I stopped and held it up over her head where she couldn’t reach just so I could watch her fantastic tits bounce as she jumped into the air.

Finally I spun around and pulled a life-sized dildo from the box. I had never seen one before and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one since that big.

“Well look what we have here,” I said as I shook the plastic cock in her face. “Big John isn’t throwing the leg in the sack anymore?”

“We broke up last week,” she said angrily. “Now give me that thing.” She ripped the dildo from my hands and hurried into her bedroom where I could hear her going through a closet.

“As far as I’m concerned we both got caught jerking off today,” I snickered.

She walked back into the living room and lit another cigarette. Her gorgeous face was still flustered from all the running and jumping she had done, and I watched a drop of salty sweat drip down her neck.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I went on. “Just two minutes ago I admitted to masturbating. Everybody does it.”

“I know,” she said, “it’s just...”

“It’s just what?”

“Sorry I made fun of you earlier,” she apologized. She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes. “I know there’s nothing wrong with playing with myself, it’s just I don’t like admitting to it.”

“Of course you don’t, you’re a girl. Girls never admit to fucking themselves because it makes them look like they’re either not good-looking enough to keep a man or they’re sluts. You’re pretty much stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“Well I know you don’t have any hard places,” she joked, blowing smoke across the room.

“You don’t want to go there,” I said in my defense.

“Oh no?”

“That’s right,” I chided, “my dick is way too big for you.”

“You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you?”

“Well if I had something to get hard about then I’d let you see the naked truth for yourself.”

“Is that where you want to go, kiddo,” she asked, “you want me to make you little penis hard so you can rub it against me?”

“I bet the sight of that big dildo made your pussy wet,” I said.

“And I bet my tits would make you cum,” she whispered, lifting her shirt. Her beautiful, sweaty chest popped into view and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. She placed her cigarette back between her lips and started gently brushing the tips of her fingers against her nipples. I got up from my chair and kneeled between her legs, bringing my face close to hers. When our lips touched she backed away, moving her head next to mine.