The Widow's Apprentice

His face went scarlet. “I... Aunt Madeline, I...”

“It would set my mind at ease,” she continued, stepping closer. She could smell his sweat, his cum. “Just stand by the door. You don’t have to look.”

He nodded, dumbly.

She smiled. Dumb was good, and there was nothing dumber than a teenaged boy in a hormone and drug-fueled craze of lust.

Oh, Jono, she thought. You have no idea what’s coming.

The steam from the shower billowed into the bathroom, fogging the mirror and clinging to Jono's skin as he stood frozen just inside the doorway. Madeline had already stepped under the spray, her back to him, and she let out a soft, theatrical sigh as the hot water cascaded over her shoulders.

"Thank you for waiting with me, sweetie," she called over her shoulder, her voice honeyed and calm. "I just needed someone close by. These dizzy spells—they come out of nowhere."

Jono couldn't bring himself to answer. His throat was dry, and the blood pounding in his ears was so loud he barely heard her anyway. His eyes kept trying to fix on the floor tiles, but they betrayed him every few seconds, darting up to the curve of her spine, the way the water streamed between her shoulder blades and then down, lower, over the swell of her ass.

It was a big ass. Shit, she was an old lady, from his perspective, not anything he would think of as sexy - not like Michelle, the teasing bitch back home who was always parading around in a bikini and making him, and all the other boys, crazy. Still… it was an ass, and an ass was an ass, even if it was big and wrinkled. He wanted to touch it, to play with it, but he kept himself together and stared at the floor..mostly.

She turned around slowly, as if acting on a script only she knew.

"Soap," she murmured, reaching for a bottle on the ledge. Her breasts swayed with the motion—full, heavy, the nipples dark and taut from the hot water.

Same with her tits. They were huge, really, and sagged. Her nipples pointed at the floor. Michelle had big tits, too, but they were perky. At least he thought they were. He’d never seen them properly, just hints from under her bikini and tank tops. He’d jerked off so many times thinking about Michelle’s tits. Of course, every boy he knew wanted to spray a huge load of cum all over Michelle’s tits. He knew he never would. She was going to school on the west coast and he’d probably never see her again. Now, he was stuck in New York with old lady tits. Yet… he couldn’t stop stealing glances at saggy big orbs. His body was screaming that he should grab them and squeeze. Stop it! He told himself. You’re being a perv. She’s an old lady, your fucking aunt for chrissakes. What would your mother say? Somehow, the idea of being scolded by his mother just made his cock harder, which embarrassed him even more.

She squeezed a handful of translucent gel into her palm, then began to lather her arms with deliberate, unhurried strokes. The foam spread over her skin, catching the light, and she worked it across her chest, her stomach, her thighs.

Jono's cock was a painful, rigid bar inside his shorts. He pressed his thighs together, but it only made the pressure worse. He could feel the head straining against the fabric, damp with pre-cum that had started leaking the moment she'd slid the glass door shut with her inside.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman in person before?" Madeline asked, her tone casual, as if she were asking about the weather.

He couldn’t answer. He wondered if perhaps by some magical force, the floor would open up and he’d fall away into a dark abyss of never having to answer such an embarrassing question.

She cupped her own breasts, squeezing them gently as she worked the soap over her nipples. "Don't be shy, Jono. It's just nudity. We're family. Perfectly natural."

He shook his head—a quick, jerky motion. No. He'd never seen a real woman naked. Not like this. Not three feet away, with water glistening on her skin and her thighs parting slightly as she adjusted her stance.

"Then you should look," she said softly. "It's educational."

She turned her back to him again, but only for a moment before she bent forward at...