“Is who gay?” I asked.“Mason, you moron. You’ve been in here for days. Are you two fucking? Having an affair?” She asked.“Uh, nope. I’m ...traight.” I stammered.“Sure you are. No one pays someone else a million dollars just to sit around and talk. What the fuck have you two been up to for the last week? I’m sure you’re just sitting around eating pizza and talking about your feelings, right?” She sneered as she stomped around the corner towards the kitchen.“Uhm, no. Not really. Don’t open that!” I. . necessary," she said. "And I'll be fine. Really."With that she looked up with a smile and I knew that somehow, everything would be okay.I kissed her and held her tightly for several minutes, until she finally said now was the time. She pulled off her top to give me easy access to her back, which she'd been taking pains to hide in public otherwise, then walked into the closet. Once inside she reached back and pulled her hair aside, removing the last barrier and baring the only thing set her. It didn't take long before a gave a muffled grunt and shot cum all over the fence. I quickly tucked myself back and turned thinking I might have a little easier time keeping my cock under control now. Just as I turned I noticed Mrs. Jones standing in the side door looking through the glass. My face reddened instantly and I tried to smile and be nonchalant all the while thinking "I was peeing outside because I didn't want to get the floor wet". She had a smirk on her face and slowly opened the. I had headphones on and I did not know aunty had come home from work.So she came into the room and I was just masturbating but since we were close she came to me and tapped my on my shoulder and had a serious look on the face so I closed the laptop but my dick refused to get soft so I just pulled my pants on tops of it.Then she told me to come and sit with her on the bed and she told me I know it’s common at this age but why don’t you just go out meet girls and have sex with them rather than do.