Oh gosh. It has happened. I am just glad that it didn’t turned out for worse. But I still pinch myself now and then just to check if I am ok. Not in a million years I did think I would pull this off (and even get away with it), but it has happened and I am still ok. Thank god…. I have been living with my Uncle for the last 6 months. They don’t have kids so they have sort of adopted me. From day one aunty has been a bitch, remarking that she was not sort approval for my moving in. Because of this I have had a lot of difficulty settling in, but I have always made sure to help around the house. Luckily I am a good cook so whenever I get home from school I cook dinner. I know this gives aunty great relief because for one, she hates cooking, and secondly, she is so dog-tired from work everyday and I have allowed her a lot of rest time with my kitchen help. So when she started warming up to me, I was not surprise. But I was still uncomfortable because even being the bitch she is, with my fucked up mind, I always try and imagine what she is like in bed. In panic, I would wank myself any chance I get so as to keep my horniness level down, but even that didn’t seem to help. So when aunty started helping me with the cooking, I had to keep going to my room to readjust my ragging dick. Then it got worse, she would stand so close to me that our arm would touch. Then it was her bouncy breast. Thinking it was accidental, I would move to make room. Few moments later she will be right next to me again with her body pressed to my arm. Then last Friday was the turning point. I was cooking chicken curry on the stove while aunty was baking a shepherd pie in the oven. Uncle was down at the local pub as his usual Friday habit and wasn’t going to be home till very late. While I was stirring the curry, without warning, aunty ducked in infront of me and opened the oven door to check on the pie. Her round ass bumped my hard on with an impact that almost got me tripping backwards. Then she proceed to ask me how much longer should the pie take, all the while her ass crack rudely resting on my hardon, with enough pressure that I could feel the front of my shorts getting saturated from her moist spot. God, there was only one way to find out now! I rested my left hand on her ass cheeks. She kept on talking without moving away. I then rang one finger down her ass crack to her fanny. She gasped, but remained in position. I knew then that all along I wasn’t the only horny freak in the house….