Jason stirred sleepily as she entered the bedroom; he pulled the thick quilt more snugly
around his naked shoulders and rolled over in the bed to face the door.
      "Happy eighteenth birthday, Jason," Debbie said brightly and placed the
cup and saucer on the bedside cabinet. She moved to the window and pulled back the
curtains to flood the room with dazzling sunlight. Debbie sat, sideways on the edge of the
bed and close to him.
      "Thanks auntie Deborah," the youth said dreamily as he pulled himself up
into a sitting position with his back resting against the wall. His broad hairless chest,
muscular and well defined, rippled with the movements of his body, a fact that didn't
go unnoticed by Debbie.
      "All that changes today, Jason," she corrected kindly. "I'm not
your true auntie as you know and today you are legally free of being my ward."
      He rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep from them.
      "Hadn't thought of it that way, you will always be an auntie to me
though," he smiled.
      She stood, posing side on to him before the long mirror fixed to the front of the
wardrobe.
      "Auntie's are ageing and grumpy, is that how you see me Jason?"
      She smoothed both hands down over her waist and hips, her long fingers spread and
her red painted nails standing out in contrast to the white blouse that she wore. Her
hands now rested on her hips, just above the beginnings of the pleats in her short grey
skirt.
      Jason picked up his cup and drank, watching his 'auntie' looking at her
reflection in the mirror, his eyes never leaving her as he replaced the cup up the bedside
cabinet and slipped his hands beneath the quilt.
      "Never," he stated emphatically, "you're far too young to be
any of that."
      She turned her head to look at him, her long auburn hair flicking back and her red
painted lips breaking in a great smile.
      "Why thank you, Jason. What a lovely thing to say."
      She turned her body to face him, her look still at her refection as she posed
before him. Her clitoris had hardened to an aching stiffness within its hooded covering
and her nipples pulsed with thrilling excitement.
      "Do you think I'm a little fat? I have put on a little weight of late
don't you think?"
      He swallowed hard, his voice thick and quavering as he answered her.
      "No. You look absolutely lovely.... er, fine to me."
      She noted in her peripheral vision the hand movements beneath the quilt as he
adjusted his stiffening cock. It delighted her, excited her to know that she was having
that effect on him.
      "I'm old."
      No!" he blurted. "Not old, thirty-eight isn't old."
      She smiled her appreciation at him.
      "This blouse is too tight on me now," she said almost absently and
smoothed her hands over her thrusting breasts, covering them and gripping them. She
squeezed slowly and lovingly at the prominent mounds, deliberately bringing attention to
her bust and feeding his imagination.
      Debbie cast a glance over to the blushing Jason.
      "Oh dear," she said knowingly and moved to side next to him on the bed,
her voice and reassuring, "your sexuality is awakening I think."
      He blushed crimson, his face and cheeks burning; he hung his head and averted his
eyes.
      "Don't be embarrassed," she soothed kindly, "I feel the same
sometimes."
      He looked up briefly, his eyes searching her face for signs of insincerity.
      "You do?"
      She nodded and giggled teasingly. "Not though with an erection, for I
haven't got what you have, but the feelings are the same. We all get them Jason,
believe me."
      She placed her hand on the quilt, resting it on his thigh and caressing his leg
through the quilt. Her voice dropped to a mournful softness.
      "Ever since my husband.... well, you understand I'm sure. A woman has
needs, needs so strong sometimes that it almost hurts."
      She paused for effect and stood up, arching her back and pushing her chest out. Her
expression was pained and solemn.
      "I can't deny that in all the years you have lived here as my ward, I
have had such feelings."
      "About me?"
      She nodded and moved to the window, looking out seemingly absently and suppressing
her smile.
      "Yes, Jason. Recently you have grown, developed into a fully-grown and
attractive man, a most attractive and desirable young man."
      She heard a little whimper escape his lips.
      "During those years of your youth I have worked, cleaned, washed and looked
after you...."
      "I know you have," he interrupted, "and I am truly grateful to you
for it."
      She turned theatrically and walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the
handle.
      "The time has come, Jason for you to show that gratitude to me. To repay my
kindness over the years," she said and added as a low mutter, "and I mean to
collect."
      "But how?" he asked hesitantly and naively, "How am I to express
it?"
      She beamed a smile at him.
      "Later, we will talk later. For now though, you have a few weeks free of
college ahead of you and a nice restful day in bed today. Enjoy."
      She smiled again, glanced at the tent formed in the quilt about where his lower
stomach would be and went out.
      Once the door had closed, Debbie leaned back against the wall and gripped her pussy
through her clothing. The pumping sensations rushing through her were tearing at her
insides, her head felt light and distant. With a monumental effort she moved along the
landing, using her hand to steady herself against the wall. Once in the bathroom, she
locked the door, bit hard on her bottom lip and allowed the orgasm to tear through her
body. One hand clamped across her mouth the stifle her moans but the ripping climax was so
powerful and shuddering that nothing could have silenced her.
      She leant there, her head hanging down and arms outstretched on the side of the
bath, savouring the blissful after-tremors of orgasm. Debbie heard a knock on the door and
Jason's concerned little voice.
      "Are you okay Auntie Deborah, "Are you ill?"
      She came again at the sound of him, the thought of his youthful body and the
delights that it would provide for her - given time.