Aunts are great, they don’t have any silly notions of it being wrong to have natural desires for a known safe loving lover. It’s not their kid. I lived with my aunt for most of college and since I was jerking off constantly it wasn’t long before she caught me doing it, and started watching. Soon I was doing it so much that it was difficult to get off, and she would bare her breasts for me and sometimes let me touch them. Ironically she was a lesbian, we never fucked, she never went down on me, but would let me go down on her. She would also hold me in her lap and let me latch onto her breast to suckle as I jerked off and tell me to c** for mommy. I lived with her for six years incuding after college. When I was in college I never dated because I was getting everything I needed from her and not getting caught up in and distracted by dating/relationships. She very rarely gave me a h******* to help me c after jerking myself off close to c******. After graduating I was employed immediately, and while I did at her encouragement try dating/bars and the like, I realized that I was not trying that hard because I knew that if I came home tipsy and frustrated that I was welcome to slip into her bed at any time and get what I needed from her. By the time I moved out on my own I was 25 and she was nearing 70. She actually rented the house we lived in from two sisters she had known and been lovers with most of her adult life. She always asked me to be gone when they came over, but just before I moved out my aunt gave me a gift wrapped present and told me not to open it until I was settled in my new place. The gift turned out to be a video tape of one of her afternoons with one of the sisters. The video was of my aunt on all fours as one of the sisters fucked her with a s*******. My aunt eas always looking straight into the camera. I called my aunt to say thank you, and she asked if I liked the way she was always looking straight at me in the video. I told it was the best most special part of it because it was for me. She told me that I would now need to call her if I wanted to come over, but she never refused to let me come over when I called. So for three years I was able to enjoy slipping into her bed at wee hours or on a weekend afternoon, spending as much time as I wished drowning myself face first into her p****, or looking up into “mommy’s” face as my mouth was full of her t** and and one or both of our hands was around my c*** and balls. Sometimes I would c** so hard that it would hit her breasts, I did not do it deliberately but could not always avoid the biggest arcs of c** hitting her breast and my own face. I was required to lick myself off her breasts, and I liked it so much I wish it could have been a regular thing. The only part of it that ever took a toll on me was on those occasions that it happened, I was actually put over an ottoman and spanked pretty harshly with a wooden kitchen spoon and it would be tender to sit for days, and then I would not be allowed to enjoy those things with her for a couple of weeks. My aunt is literally the one who helped me behave during those several years when otherwise my s** drive seemed impossible to handle. She died five years ago and personally placing her ashes in the grave was the last respect I could pay her for all she gave me.