She nodded, and noticed the Hustler sitting on the bed, she picked it up before I could react, “is this what you use?” She was flipping through the pages, I just nodded, blushing. At this point in my life I wasn’t into anything special, mostly I just closed my eyes and remembered pictures from magazines that I’d gotten to see. Aunty sex I fumbled, trying to reach the towel that lay on the bed near my feet. But I also knew she just wanted the company. She MUST be angry with me. I got out of the shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. She grinned, “Hand me that lotion, sweetie” she pointed at the pump bottle on the other side of my bed. “It’s ok, every guy has jerked off to one of these magazines.” She looked up and me, and I grinned, awkwardly comforted knowing that she didn’t think I was weird.
