Troy was at that age when a growing boy walks around with a, more or less, perpetual erection.  And there’s only one thing on his mind:sex….sex, sex, sex, and more sex!  It was driving the kid crazy!  And it didn’t help that he lived alone with an attractive “older woman” -- his 40s-something aunt, who also happened to be a good-looking blonde.   He remembered when his roommate, Patterson, first met Aunt Leigh, at one of those parents’ days at Hillcrest Academy.  Standing at the window of their room, Patterson took a moment to eye up the slender blonde making her way across the parking lot in the thin sun dress, taking in that small breasted figure; that neatly cropped hair brushed back at the sides with that characteristic swath that angled rakishly down across her brow.  It was then that Patterson pronounced the trim blonde to be one “hot chick.”
The leering grin he gave Troy caused the lad to consider his Aunt in a new and utterly different light.  She was a looker!   Aunt Leigh even smelled good.  She would give him a kiss on the cheek, when she left for work each morning, leaving the temporarily-unhinged adolescent with his penis stirring as he stood there tingling in the heady cloud of scent she left behind.
Everything about her fascinated him.  Once she left the bedroom door open a crack and he had happened to walk by and catch a glimpse of her sitting on the bed, intent on hitching up her pantyhose under a bronze metallic slip that had bunched up around her waist.  The blazing sight was etched on his memory...

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