“You never measured it?”
I shook my head. “They say you have to get one of those flexible tapes, a cloth tape or a plastic tape or something because a ruler doesn’t do a good job.”
Auntie Lee bent down near the couch. “My sewing basket. And in it …” She held up a cloth tape. “Want to do an experiment?”
“I don’t know, Auntie.”
“Aren’t you curious? I know I am. I want to know how big is big. How big is what I think is big. I want to know how much of a thing was stuffed into me to make a baby.”
“You sure?”
“Take a second. Then we’ll both know.”
She made it sound all innocent, like a we were in a lab.
“Here,” she said. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. My aunt slid them down past my knees. Then she pulled my shorts down in one motion and jammed both jeans and shorts to my ankles. “Sit on the couch before you trip and get hurt.
I sat down. I kicked off my shoes and took off my jeans and shorts all the way.
“You want to get yourself hard, or do you want help?” Her eyes were on my still flaccid cock.
I took her hand and guided it to my cock. She didn’t resist and started a gentle pump. It didn’t take long until it was as hard and as thick and as long as it was going to get.
She took the tape and pressed one end against its base, then extended it against the shaft until it went past the tip of my cockhead. She marked the end of the measurement with her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh my God,” she said. Then she showed it to me.
“I didn’t think it was that long.”
Then she carefully encircled my cock with the tape. She showed me that measurement. Then she took a measure of her wrist. “Told you it was thicker than my wrist.”
“Experiment over?” I asked.
“Unless you can think of something else we can measure.” Her eyes were on my cock. “Like how hot it feels,” I said.
She reached out and touched it with her index finger. Then she grasped it tenderly and gave slight up and down motions that increased in range. Precum started to drool out of the tip and dribble down to her hand.
Auntie Lee’s eyes took in that dripping with a clear focus. They didn’t leave my cock until I put my hand on the back of her head and applied some pressure in the direction of that liquid.
Then her eyes met mine and she shook her head “no.”
“Your Uncle Zack. Like I said. I’ve been faithful …”
“Okay,” I said. “I was just thinking that he kind of gave you a hall pass for me. And we kind of already did that and what about your fantasy. Yanno … when are you going to get another chance to see how much you can get in your mouth?”
Her eyes went back to my cock. “Oh my God! I could NEVER get that all in my mouth. But, you’re right. When WOULD I ever get another chance. But, I’d have to get it really wet so it could slide down my throat.”
She got it wet by sliding the flat of her tongue over the whole length. Up one side and down the other, taking in my precum as she went. Within seconds, her saliva and my fluids formed a shiny slick on its entire surface.
She looked at me and smiled: “Hall pass. I like that. Cute. I always wanted to try this, so here goes.”