Dirt, fire, chainsaw, and mud. My hands are covered in blood.

Demon Kane

When it was time for me to go to college it was decided i would live with my aunt (father’s sister), whoblived less than ten miles from the college. No one was worried about me running wild with parties or booze or drugs. The issue was that while i had always been a straoght A student, my grades slipped some or at least would swing back and forth some once i discovered my body, i was obsessively playing with myself. My father conisdered it a normal phase but my mother was freaked out by it (and she was right to be i was seriously out of control with it, every possible moment spent lost in it). The word gooning did not even exist at the time but yeah that was a thing. Also in my mother’s dedense she is the one who had busted me folded like a pretzel using my mouth on myself and had never told dad. But mom did not know i had accidentally seen her on her knees for dad once which is what gave me the idea to try it. Guess we were a family of secret keepers lol. Anyway there was a big sit down with mom and aunt (who near as any of us knew was an aging lifelong lesbian spinster prude anyway) and mom did not hold back she told my aunt precisely why i needed to be watched and i had to sit there wanting to crawl into a hole and die of shame and embarassment. I could not even look at my aunt but when she spoke disapprovingly i sort of saw the look on her face and it was not good. The only time i spoke was when my aunt assured my mother that she would keep me on a tight leash because i was forced to answer out loud that i realizef snd understood that college was far too expensive to waste the money because i could not keep my hands out of my pants. I also had to promise that i would respect and obey her without question. It was 4 months before i would be moving in with her so that entire summer was a bummer. For some weird reason my mother sort of backed off me a little, when she would launder my sheets or again catching me playing with myself or folded up self s u ck ing, she would just be s***** and tell me to enjoy it while i could, she washing her hands of my deviant and perverted behavior as she put it. As if the life changes and xhsllenges would not be enough stress….for which i always reached between my legs for escape from stress as well as the pleasures i was findjng with my own body.

So the day comes we get me moved in and my mom’s parting words were to remember my promises. It was 2 weeks before classes would start, even i was good with the concept of an adjustment period before classes started. I was nervous walking into my nee bedroom in my aunt’s home. I sat kn my bed feeling dread and nervousness. Finally my aunt called me to the living room saying let’s get this over with. I go to thr living room she is sitting there with a drink and tells me to pay attentiom. I was not expecting to hesr what i heard. She told me that much of what i probably thought i knew about her was either a lie or a mask. That i should not feel ashamed nor fear her. That i probably knherited my little problem from her snd my father’s side of the gene pool because both she and my father had gone through the same heavy cycles with their own bodies and fsced a lot of shame over it. That hers had been seen as perversion because she dod not hide as a lesbian and my father had been addicted to his own lusts. She evenbsaid that while my mother had valid concerns about hoe mh behavior would affect me in many ways that hsd nothing to do with college, that my mother could have handled this better. She asked me if i could trust her and listen to her to handle this her way that would keep me sane, responsible, but not feeling it was a control or punishment issue and that she hoped i felt better about things. We watched tv for the reat of the day and evening. At bedtime she said she would see me in the morning, and said for the night she only asked one thing of me, to not touch myself at all. With my anxiety even i was too mentally exhausted to argue much less think about it. She did recomend that i wear multiple layers of tight underwear to avoid the chances of overnight e r e ct ions, like that was a normal convo for an aunt and nephew to have.

The next morning she woke me up with a hey sleepyhead, handing me a glass of orange juice. I sat up in bed and took it, and almost choked. It was a heavily poured mimosa. She laughed and told me to come sit with her and talk
She touched a little more on the previous talk and issues, then we sat watching old movies while killing the bottle of champagne with less and less orange juice. We were both heavily buzzed esp since it was my first alcohol. The talking ended and i was a little startled when she spoke my name. She was smoking a cigarette and just staring me down. She saidn “you know i am strictly lesbian right?:” i blushed and nodded. She asked if i was a morning or evening shower type, and i told her it varied. She smiled oddly and i turned so red when she said my mother had also told her that when they first discussed myb”dirty little problem,” and that my mother had told her i used shower time sometimes when i was using my own mouth. God i wanted to die and i started shedding tears. She told me to stop, that if she had s c*** she would probably s*** herself all the time and she was jealous. I was shocked by her frankness and even saying the word c***, and she stood up and told me to follow her, it was shower time and from now on we were both morning shower people to save watet and the electric bill. She was several feet ahead of me since i was buzzed and trying to figure out if she just said what i thought she said, and halfway down the hall she shed her robe, with nothing on underneath. She looked back at me with a grin, and asked me to grab her robe, and entered the bathroom and i heard her start the shower. By the time i had the courage to enter the bathroom, she had not turned on the light, and when i did she told me to turn it off, she didnt wsnt me to have a heart attack seeing a woman naked for the first time. She told me to get undressed and step in. I took a deep breath and did so.

The natural lighting was dim, and her back was to me, but she certainly seemed to have a spectacular outline. Not huge curves but very appealing. She eas standing with arms over her head wetting her hair and told me to not get my hopes up, a lesbian is a lesbian. As she began to wash her hair, she matter of factly told me that we would shower together each morning, and for today at least i was welcome to touch myself while we were there. I was frozen and scared. She looked over her shoulder and told me again….go ahead, i am not doing it for you. She continued washing her hair with her back to me and i had gotten hard without even realizing it, and began to mas tur bate. I was so excited i knew i would not last long and my legs started shaking and i was gasping. She turned around head tilted and smiled, her eyes roamed up and down me, she said as if her thoughts out loud…..how interesting. I moaned, my legs almost collapsing, and she lifted my chin and said “look at me and let it happen..
” i lost it and climaxed so violently i could barely even be conscious as my body fought to empty itself as her eyes held mine. It felt like forever before i stopped gasping and spasming, and she just talked softly to me as i came back down. I was looking everywhere but at her i felt so ashamed but she told me to calm down and catch my breath, and moved me into the water to calm me down. She told me to scoot over and she stepped into the water and i saw my s e m en on her slight belly and started apologizing but she told me to shut up, and grabbed the soap and gently washed me, then asked me to do the same for her. She was chuckling at how my hands shook. She had to snap me back to awareness a few times as i soaped her bare body. As i did so she told me that being a lesbian did not mean she did mot hate being touched. I guess i ws so nervous and had come so hard my body didnt get all worked up again. It became comfortable as we toweled each other off, she put her robe back on, gave me a playful slap on the a**, and told me to go fet dressed and come back because now we really needed to talk and set boundaries.

To be continued.