As an only child in a dysfunctional family I got beaten up a lot by my dad and ignored or scolded by mom. By the time I reached my mid teens I had a serious masturbation problem only then I didn't realize how bad it was. I masturbated frequently and compulsively, and was also an exhibitionist. All I got was punishment.

My only friend was my aunt Marge, who was in her early fifties then. I would have liked to visit her more often, only she lived too far away to permit more than the occasional visit. But when I was 18 and having constant fights with my parents, they both needed to visit my uncle who had taken ill interstate, and as they couldn't afford to bring me as well, they dropped me off to stay with Marge for a week.

Marge was a few years older than my parents but seemed much older to me at that age, almost a grandma. She was an outspoken, practical lady who smoked and didn't stand for any nonsense, but nevertheless treated me kindly. She had a sense of humour but I was too shy and immature to know how to respond. She dressed casually and I enjoyed looking down her cleavage, which she didn't do much to hide. The first night, while I was masturbating in the shower, she asked if she could come in and get some underwear she had hung up to dry, promising not to look at me. This turned me on, and I kept doing it with my back turned to her. I heard Marge's voice saying "Don't break it off now." She must have guessed...

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