The woman in the window - Auntie 's toy

Watching Dona Julia leaning over the window of her house, with breasts almost jumping out from underneath a printed dress, was the best time of day for young teenager Thiago, a sixteen-year old boy whose commute to school had as its compulsory itinerary pass in front of her home and see those bulky boobs exhibiting themselves abusively. It was so good that it deserved a daily celebration of secluded pleasure sessions, whether in the school bathroom or back room where he lived with his parents and ended up in sperm profusion worthy of an adolescent whose hormones dominated both conscious and unconscious. It thus becomes a compulsory procession imposed by Thiago on himself, since Dona Julia was the image he kept for his sessions of lost pleasure. And everything would have continued and been limited to that if it were not for the surprise which certain event had caused in the boy, allowing fate to engineer convenience and opportunity. One day, as Thiago was returning from his morning lessons, he felt a burst of despair when he saw that Julia wasn't at the window! What a misfortune - an unprecedented cataclysm which had suddenly turned the boy's life into a whirlwind of thoughts and worries clouding his reason. He interrupted his walk back home and stood there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk looking out at an empty window feeling a tightness in his chest and bitterness in his mouth; he didn't know what to do; he did not want to resume his journey, while knowing that it was impossible for him to remain seated on the stone statue produced by the dreaded Medusa herself but also needed to find out what had happened to the muse from her masturbations. His mind cried for an answer and his body trembled with the absence of the inspiring Muse. Thiago took a deep breath, built up courage where nothing existed and walked towards Dona Júlia's house. He put both arms on the low green-painted wooden gate and clapped his hands ..., once..., twice ..., three times ..., unfortunately, nothing happened; no one came to greet him with their palms and Thiago's anxiety became distressing, always thinking of the worst! <unk> he heard the voice of Julia, whose face appeared in the corner of the house door. He looked at her and tried to decipher it: the slightly swollen eyes denounced that she had been crying; while the heavy expression was also a hint of Julia's sadness as well as anger. "Then, moleque, will you speak or not?" insisted Julia in an almost threatening tone. "I was worried about you", replied the boy in a stuttering voice. Immediately there was silence between them; Julia's face remained clouded, though a certain softness flourished in her eyes. Thiago lowered his gaze to avoid facing her and waited for the worst: inside him he felt terribly sure that his muse would give him an injection followed by "passa moleque"... but this did not happen at all. -You..., you were worried about me? <unk> asked the woman, rehearsing a smile on the corner of her lips. Thiago answered without looking up. -Hum, I understand <unk> commented Julia with a certain disdain <unk> I'm fine yes, moleque, do not have to worry ... Thiago lifted his eyes and smiled discreetly, resuming his way, relieved to know that his muse was well ..., but before the teenager could disappear from her sight, she called him once again, now in a more measured tone. -O moleque <unk> she said, drawing Thiago's attention <unk> Tomorrow when you come back from school, stop by the house..., I will leave the gate open ..., do you understand, moleque? - My name is Thiago <unk> he replied with a certain firmness, gathering courage that even knew to possess, looking his muse in the eyes <unk> And yes, I understood ..., until tomorrow, Dona Julia. Without waiting for an answer Thiago went on his way, breathing with difficulty and feeling the heart leap into his chest. He spent the rest of the day wondering where he had found courage to respond in such a manner to her muse! And feared that all this bravery would have too high a price to pay. What if her invitation was intended as a joke about inconvenience and disrespect or even worse: If she reprimanded him for appreciating her large boobs offered up, including threatening to tell your parents? Everything was shrouded in an aura of doubt, fear and also excitement! Thiago only managed to calm down at the end of the afternoon and when he went to bed just yearned for the next day to arrive as soon as possible. And on the following morning, he headed towards school ..., squeezing his footsteps to pass Julia's house as fast as he could ... inside it, he hoped that Julia would not be at the window so he could go through unnoticed, and on return he would try to do the same, avoiding the invitation from being reiterated or even coming true. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side; there stood Julia at the window. Thiago passed by and tried to look away from her - an attempt that failed instinctively he looked back towards the window and was surprised by Julia's facial smile accompanied by a forefinger signalling him to approach it. Thiago hesitated, but in the end he gave up; as soon as he got closer to him he heard a phrase that echoed through his mind and froze blood in his veins: "Don't forget, moleque..., I will wait for you at the exit!" There was no plausible reason for Thiago to be paying attention in class that day; his mind had only one thought: the meeting with Julia! Despair and excitement took over his mind and spirit, tearing each other apart like opposing forces, agitating his cerebral cortex and operating a rush of adrenaline into his bloodstream. Not even his classmate Thabata's insinuating smile was enough to soothe the whirlwind of feelings that burst inside him. And when he finally heard the end-of-class signal, Thiago found himself in an imminent and unavoidable situation: heading off into the unknown. He walked at a leisurely pace, deaf to comments from colleagues and absent common jokes after another day of study... everything in his mind said something about what would come next. Facing the green-painted and half open wooden gate stood a trembling, hesitant teenager... Thiago didn't know what to do at that moment; had it not been for the enormous load of hormones seething in his body he probably would have gone on without looking back. And when he found himself there, he was already past the doorway into Julia's side corridor. She walked forward with short steps and trembling body, and was startled to see that the door leading into the living room had been closed! He felt a momentary relief which was broken by Julia's voice coming from the other door leading out of the kitchen. "Here I am, young man..., come in, you may not bite me!" she announced jokingly. Inside the kitchen Juliet waited for him sitting on a metal chair with red formic seat backrest leaning against the table top made of the same material. On the table lay a fubá cake, a thermal bottle and glass milk jug accompanied by sugar bowl and other kitchen utensils. Leaning her left arm on the table, Julia looked at the boy; he was wearing the same printed dress with an enigmatic smile on his wrinkles-free face, lips painted crimson red as well as fingernails and toenails. Julia was not so tall as Thiago had imagined; on the contrary, she looked short and stout, her huge breasts and broad hips standing out that took up all the space of the chair's seat. Her curly red-dyed hair did not conceal the gray roots which were stubborn in denouncing that Julia was no longer a girl. Even so, looking at her, Thiago still felt aroused by her presence whose distinctive feature was its ability to excite libidinous desires in men. -Don't just stand there, no! <unk> she said loudly and in a good tone <unk> Come here ..., sit down and have coffee with me ... - No, thank you very much, Dona Julia <unk> he replied, still gathering courage to speak. -Well, you little brat, don't play the beggar! <unk> she insisted scolding him. <unk> I did all this for you ..., and now you won't? Who do you think you are? Silence became present at that moment in the dialogue; Thiago made mention of turning his back and going away, while Julia lowered her head, took a deep breath and returned to face the boy with an open smile minimally convincing of her intentions. Suddenly she stood up and approached him. Thiago had an impulse to run away from her, but it was not possible; Julia took him by the arm and made him enter definitely into the kitchen; without using any force she led him up to the chair and caused him to sit down. Without saying a word, Julia cut the cake, depositing a generous piece on the plate of white porcelain; extended his little fork towards the boy who picked it instinctively. Then Julia served coffee with milk to him, doing the same for herself without however serving himself of fubá cake. Having no better choice, Thiago sliced up the cake and served himself a generous naco; he took the drink that was delicious, and before his hostess's smile, he devoured the cake, asking for another piece. "It's been a long time since I heard someone say they were worried about me", Julia said, breaking the silence. Thiago looked at her and grinned; Julia smiled back, serving him another slice of cake. For a first date, Julia was chatty; without asking Thiago, she told him that she lived alone and had no children, only a stepdaughter who would visit from time to time. And when he asked something for himself, the boy limited himself to short answers. And when Julia made a joke about the boy's manner, Thiago smiled and noticed that his newest friend's wide laugh caused her breasts to sway inside the dress, swelling up over the cleavage until they jump out of it; this excited him, and his eyes did not peel from those huge boobs. "Hum, what are you looking at?" she commented ironically while holding her breasts by the sides of his dress. "Is this what you want? Did you like Aunt Julia's boobs? Come on, answer me! Or did the cat eat your tongue?" Thiago had no strength to respond, but overcome by excitement he merely nodded his head in affirmation; once again Julia let out a good-natured chuckle amusing herself with the situation. Without warning she pulled the boy's chair and made him come even closer to her, her breasts within reach of Thiago's hands who did not know how to react. She whispered in an insinuating tone as she held one of Thiago's hands, causing it to land on the skin at his cleavage. Julia did not hesitate to pull down the shoulders of her dress, exposing her breasts for his guest's delight; Thiago's eyes flickered at seeing those enormous boobs with protruding and stubby nipples surrounded by large pink haloes. Without asking permission, he touched them, feeling their texture as she placed a hand on his groin, squeezing the hard volume inside it. Thiago felt his skin tingle, and a spasm erupted inside him. Julia looked at him and smiled with an air of cowardice. "Let's see what you have here", she said as she opened the boy's trousers, sticking out her hard, thick member. It was something unusual; Thiago manipulating Julia's hard nipples, who in turn gave him a vigorous hand job and praised the boy for his youthful vigor. "Do you want to suck on my boobs?" she asked at one point. - Calm down, brat! <unk> yelled Julia, holding her partner's head <unk> Suck it up with affection, you kid! It is not for biting, no! I am not your mother and I do not give you to breastfeed ..., this..., that ..., likewise! Cheerful sucks the tits of Auntie! Thiago struggled to satisfy his partner's desires, alternately sucking on her nipples; one after another the boy put them in his mouth, licking their haloes and suckling their nipple, gnawing gently at it; Julia groaned with excitement, grunting something unheard as she caressed the boy's hair. After a while, Julia pulled him away from her breasts, taking up the scroll again in her hands, resuming masturbation. -Now, moleque, Tia will make you laugh tasty! <unk> she whispered, intensifying the movements on Thiago's roll, which felt dominated by Julia's skillful hand. Julia's dexterity soon yielded the expected result; with her body vibrating to the rhythm of masturbation, Thiago felt an urge grow in his insides and rise towards his member until it finally exploded into a vigorous and effusive ejaculation. Thiago writhed, still under the grip of Julia's hand, until when it was all over he found himself prostrate and without energy with his legs flailing and breathing short. For a moment Julia left the boy to fend for himself by running into the bathroom; she returned from there with a piece of linen cloth which she used to wipe away the half-hard roll that had been on the boy. - You liked it, didn't you? <unk> She commented with irony <unk> He enjoyed playing with Aunt Julia's boobs ..., and what fun, huh? My cute little machine ... Thiago didn't know what to say; he was seized by a state of silent euphoria, delighting in the sensation of his first orgasm. Julia helped the boy pull himself together and after giving him a kiss on the face pushed him towards the door while patting his ass. -Now, you're Aunt Julia's little toy <unk> she commented before letting him go <unk> Whenever you want to let me know and I will wait for you after class ..., but this is a secret only between us..., understood? Thiago nodded his head, making it clear that he had understood Julia's message. Already on the way home, the boy seemed to be walking in the clouds; nothing that had happened before in his life came close to this experience provided by "Aunt Window", as he was accustomed to calling her. And he knew his adventure would have no limits except those dictated by Aunt Julia, who from that day on had become his sexual advisor.