We used to talk even late night in her room about her college life and mine..We even used to talk in double meaning as we both were broad minded perso.....She felt very comfortable with me..One day after watching a movie we reached home late around 10pm..i knew my aunt would have slept by now so using spare key we entered inside to freshen up..i closed the door and went to kitchen to have some water and went directly to my room..I had closed(didn’t latch) the door of my room and switched on. When I stood up to dry myself she reached for a towel and began toweling off my body, noting also the fact that I seemed to be growing a nice little fuzzy bush on my pubic mound. When she rubbed the towel over my special place my whole body tingled, and I found myself pressing against the towel in her hand. After I was dry, Mom hugged me again, and I was aware that her hands paused over my buttocks and her fingers lightly traced the crack of my ass.I got the idea that perhaps Aunt Betty had. She had worn her pink robe that morning. One of Josh’s favorites. He could always just make out her nipples poking through. Those hard... “You mind?”Josh jumped a little. He wasn’t used to people sitting in the back. That was why he sat back here.Josh looked up to see a kid he didn’t recognize. A tall slender kid who was either black or Hispanic. It was hard to tell.“Yea, sure.”After learning about inert gases, it was time for lunch. “I’m James, by the way. Just transferred here. Wanna grab. Sure, there were the comments, but how much could a game affect things in people’s real-world lives?If his life became playing Ariel, what of David? In game it didn’t matter. Out here though ... he didn’t want to be eclipsed by his virtual persona. And yet if he valued his privacy—valued protecting his real-world identity—Ariel might well eclipse him.That wasn’t right. What he was doing was hard too. Or perhaps, his perspective added additional dimensions to why the work he was doing as Ariel.