What I’m going to tell is not a story of sex or making love, but actually a story of harassment that I realized years later. The incident took place between me and my aunt, a married mother of two children in her early thirties, in the summer of 2009 – a horny man, Decrepit at the time, aged 14-15, who had just entered puberty.
There were two streets between our houses, which were in a metropolitan city of a developing country and in an underdeveloped area of this city. Dec. People used to come to live in such a close place every two or three days, and those who migrated from village to city in this metropolis would already have neighbors, either relatives or peasants.
Every time my aunt came to sit or we left, she would show great interest in me, hug me tightly, kiss me, press on her chest. It was normal to show such attention to young children, but I had entered adolescence now, and it had become a ritual that gave me pleasure.
My aunt’s husband was a construction master and he was going to work in Romania for about a year and a half. My aunt started living alone with her two children. During this process, he usually stayed with us during the day and went to his own house at night. It went like this at first, but one day when he came to sit down, he started loving me again. I used to think that this was an act of compassion, not a sexual thing.
But that night he was sitting next to me, talking to my father on the one hand, and playing with my hand on the other. He took my hand under his arm and put it on his leg so that it was close to his groin while he was talking. I could feel her leg through her skirt, which was thin, and it made me hot at once with this feeling, but because I was starting to be sexually attracted to my aunt, I started squeezing my hand gently instead of pulling it away. I gently moved my hand again, taking the opportunity for my father to turn to the lighter on the TV unit to light his cigarette, while my aunt was telling my father something.
Maybe as a result of adolescence, I couldn’t hug anyone at that time. Taking courage from this incident, when I was going to hug my aunt later -and my aunt already hugged me tightly- I started hugging her tightly now, patting her on the back with my hand while hugging, deliberately rubbing my hand against her bra.
But I didn’t think my aunt noticed what I was doing. One day when he was going to get up after sitting at our place, he told my father that he was getting scared at night and asked him to send me away, and my father said ok. That night, I slept in a separate room. I woke up at night with itching on my leg, my aunt was stroking my leg with her hand, putting her hand through the leg gap of my shorts and stroking my dick. I was pretending to be asleep.
The room was almost pitch dark, but I could vaguely see my aunt masturbating with her other hand. I was barely holding myself, controlling my breath so that he wouldn’t understand. However, because he kept stroking my dick, he blistered thoroughly, almost exploded, I felt that I was going to cum.
I had to move my leg slightly while ejaculating, but he didn’t mind. He continued to caress me after I ejaculated, I think when he ejaculated too, he left. After the excitement of the event had gone, I thought that if I had shown in bed that I was awake, maybe we would have fucked.
In the morning, I said ‘I’ll have breakfast at home’ and left. We never spoke to each other after that, he hugged me like before and didn’t show interest.