Summer Vacation
by Ann Douglas
“Great, just freaking great!” Michael Kent said to himself as
he finally gave up trying to get his old 88 Escort to turn over. “This
is the perfect end to a perfect night!”
A frown on his face, the eighteen year old locked up the car
and set out on foot. It could be worse, he told himself. It could
be raining and he could be much more than a half mile from his
destination.
“I guess everything this summer couldn’t go right,” he
reminded himself as he ran his hand across his short sandy hair.
Actually, up until tonight, just about everything had gone
right this summer. A lot better than he could’ve envisioned last
June. That was when his parents, both professors of history at
Midwestern, had announced that they were going to spend July and
August as volunteers at a New Mexico recreation of a old frontier
town. Despite his father’s opinion that it would be a great learning
experience for him, Michael wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of
spending a few month as part of 19th century America. The
recreation was planned to be as authentic as possible. No modern
convinces at all. If it wasn’t part of the 1877 western frontier,
then it wouldn’t be available.
He had tried unsuccessfully to convince his parents that he
was mature enough to be on his own for those two months. After
all, he had argued, he would be turning 18 in the middle of August.
Still they hadn’t been convinced. A few too many stunts during his
senior year of high school had caused them to doubt his ability to
stay out of trouble without supervision.
His vacation months had seemed bleak indeed until salvation
had come in the form of a phone call between his mother and her
former sister-in-law. Janet Kent had casually mentioned her son’s
reluctance to join them on their expedition, noting that she could
see his side of it but also agreed with her husband that they
weren’t comfortable with leaving Michael on his own for most of
the summer.
Karyn Gray had listened to Janet’s problem and after some
thought, offered to have him spend the summer with her. The
small town of Eaglestone might not be the college town he was use
too, but she was sure that Michael would enjoy it. At least he
would at least still be in the modern world. Janet had thanked her
for her offer and said that she would talk it over with her husband
and get back to her.
Janet had always liked Karyn Gray, ever since the day her
brother had introduced her to the family as his fiancée. She and
Jack had been married for 12 years when he died of a heart attack
at 45. That had been 7 years ago. Their marriage had produced no
children but together they had started a business that left Karyn
well provided for. In fact, she still ran it and had almost doubled
it’s value in the years since. Janet felt she’d have no problem with
letting Karyn look after her son.
At first, Michael hadn’t been too keen on the idea. He
barely remembered his Aunt, having last seen her at the funeral
for his Uncle when he was only 11. He knew his mother still kept in
touch with her, but not much more. He only agreed when it became
apparent that his older sister didn’t want him staying with her and
her new husband. It was either Eaglestone or the old west. At
least Eaglestone had cable TV.
One extra goodie he had gotten out of the deal was that his
father had paid for the tune up of his car. If he was going to drive
it 300 miles to Eaglestone, it was the least he could do. Michael
had suggested they he could take the Jeep Cherokee instead, but
his father suggested that he was pressing his luck. Instead he had
been handed a AAA card and a cell phone to call them if he broke
down enroute.
Michael was unsure what to expect when he got to
Eaglestone. Like he’d noted before, he knew very little about his
Aunt. He knew she was 47 years old and hadn’t remarried following
his Uncle’s death. He remembered that they had always been nice
to him when he’d been young, never forgetting a birthday or
Christmas. In fact, even after Jack Gray passed away, his widow
had continued to send him those gift checks. It was something, she
had mentioned in one of her cards, that Jack would’ve wanted her
to do.
Still, he entered the small town with a certain sense of
trepidation. For some reason, the image of old lady Wilson, one of
their neighbors, kept coming to mind. Like his Aunt, Martha
Wilson had lost her husband at a relatively early age. From what
his parents had told him, she had been a very pleasant person to be
around prior to that.
In fact, she had been a rather attractive women. It was a
shame, they’d said, she hadn’t tried to find some happiness after
her loss. Instead she’d become a bitter woman who let herself go.
She was the type of person who hated the idea of anyone enjoying
themselves. Michael knew from personal experience that Mrs.
Wilson loved calling the police whenever she spotted any teenagers
parking with their dates in the open fields behind her house.
Five minutes after pulling up to Aunt Karyn’s house on the
far edge of town, Michael was delighted to find that all of his
fears had been unfounded. Karyn Gray was a person full of life and
enthusiasm who wasted no time in making him feel welcome. She
insisted that he call her Karyn since, after all, he was an adult now
and they had never really been related, except of course by
marriage. She quickly got him settled in and told him to consider
her house his for the next few months.
The only awkward moment of his settling in came that first
Sunday morning after his arrival when Karyn had come down to
breakfast. Michael had thought to thank her by making pancakes.
Lured by the sweet smell of freshly made cakes, Karyn had come
right down in her nightgown.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, bathing in the early
morning sun, the red haired woman’s modest nightwear became
almost transparent -- to both Michael’s delight and
embarrassment. Karyn Gray had a full body that Michael’s art
history teacher would’ve described as rubenesque. Unlike most of
the girls his own age, who starved themselves to look skinny, Karyn
carried her figure well, creating a look that was both healthy and
sexy. It was all Michael could do not to stare at the large nipples
pressing through the material of her nightgown. Karyn seemed to
ignore the entire incident and instead commented on how wonderful
the meal was. From that day however, she never came down to
breakfast without first putting a bathrobe on.
Over the next week, Karyn again surprised Michael by
inviting him to a few social events and taking pains to introduce him
to many of the town’s teenage girls. It was at one of these events
that he met Cindy Stanton.
A few months younger, Cindy had also just finished high
school the previous June. She was 5’ 6’, only two inches shorter
than Michael, brunette and blessed with a 36 inch bust. She was
easily the most sought after girl in her senior class.
To his amazement, she was the one who first approached
him, mentioning something his having the most striking blue eyes
she’d ever seen. If he had bothered to use those eyes, Michael
would’ve seen the angry look of the young man who had escorted
Cindy to the dance. Instead he only had interest in Cindy’s charm,
her warm smile, and of course those gorgeous tits.
Michael and Cindy quickly became an item over the next few
weeks, getting a little more serious each time they went out. By
the fourth date, Michael had gotten an even better look at those
grand mounds and how soft they could feel. By the sixth date, she
had given him a hand-job and a week later had let him put his hand
down her panties and get her off as well. He had tried to get her
to give him a blow job, but she said that wasn’t the sort of thing
she liked to do. To help alleviate her date’s obvious disappointment
at that little piece of news, Cindy had promised to make it up to
him soon with something even better. Michael was sure that by his
birthday he’d get to screw her. Not that he was a virgin or
anything, having done it with two girls back home.
All this time, Karyn encouraged his pursuit of Cindy, saying
there was nothing like a summer fling at his age. At the same time,
she admonished him to keep a level head about him. Adding with a
smile she didn’t want to have to try and explain any ‘accidents’ to
his mother.
During the times when he wasn’t with Cindy, it became
obvious to Michael that his Aunt was a well respected member of
the community. She was on the town council as well as a number of
church committees. In the few weeks he had been there, however,
he had never seen her interested in any kind of personal social life.
He supposed that people might reach a point in life that they were
no longer interested in having sex and stuff, but personally, he
couldn’t image it. After all, she kept encouraging him with Cindy,
so she was far from being a prude.
It was the following Tuesday that Michael learned just how
wrong he’d been about his Aunt. Cindy had cancelled their
afternoon date, saying that she wanted to go shopping with some
of her girlfriends instead. Seeing that his birthday was less than a
week off, Michael assumed she wanted to shop for a gift for him
and said he understood.
Stopping by his Aunt’s business office, he learned that she
had left early for the day, saying she had some work to get done at
home. Michael was surprised that Karyn hadn’t mentioned it to him
at breakfast, then figured that it must’ve been something that
just came up. With nothing else to do, he decided to head home and
offer a hand. It was the least he could do after all the great
things she’d done for him.
Arriving home, Michael saw a delivery van in the driveway.
The sign on the side of it identified it as belonging to Salvatori’s
Deli and Meats. Remembering that Karyn had a large freezer in
the basement and usually ordered food in bulk, he thought she
must’ve come home to wait for a delivery. If she’d asked, Michael
would’ve been happy to have taken care of it for her. There was no
need for her to have left work.
Then in a moment of embarrassment, the young man realized
that the first thing he had said to her this morning was that he
was meeting Cindy for lunch and then they were going shopping. It
might’ve been her intention but he never gave her the chance to
ask.
Feeling a bit guilty, Michael decided to head around to the
back porch where deliveries were usually made. At least he could
lend a hand carrying everything down to the basement.
Rather than try to squeeze by the van, he walked down the
narrow path between the side of the house and the fence. Michael
had to turn his body sideways to get by some of the bushes. In
doing so, he couldn’t help but look into the large side window that
faced the back of the living room. What he saw almost sent him
into shock.
The van outside belonged to Salvatori’s all right, in fact it
had been driven out there by Mr. Salvatori himself. Only it wasn’t
just deli he had been delivering. The 55 year old store owner was
sitting back on the large plush couch, his sport shirt wide open,
revealing a very hairy chest and slightly paunchy stomach.
What immediately drew the teenagers attention, was the
fact that the older man’s pants were also open and pulled down to
around his knees. On display to anyone who happened to look, as
Michael now was, was the largest cock he had ever seen outside of
one of those adult films they used to watch over at Billy Smith’s
house back home. Up to this moment, Michael had always thought
cocks that size were faked somehow, some kind of trick
photography. But there, less than a dozen feet away was the
longest, thickest example of manhood he had ever seen.
What was even more incredible, in the young man’s eyes, was
the fact that this monster was currently sliding in and out of his
Aunt Karyn’s mouth. Transfixed, he held his breath as he watched
Karyn’s head move up and down, taking as much of Mr. Salvatori’s
manhood into her mouth as she could.
It actually took a few moments for the startled young man
to realize that his Aunt was in as much a state of undress as Mr.
Salvatori. Her bra and dress were tossed on the floor, leaving her
with only a slip and panties. From his angle of view, Michael would
barely make out Karyn’s large breasts, but then she shifted and he
got more than an eyeful.
In a moment of curiosity, Michael had looked at the tag on
one of Karyn’s bras when he was sorting the laundry -- it was a
38D. From similar examinations growing up, he knew that his sister
wore a 34C and even his mother who was a big beautiful woman, as
his father always said, was only a 36C. Cindy, who’s breasts he had
so recently been hypnotized by, almost paled in comparison to this
woman over twice her age.
Pressed back against the bushes and the fence, Michael
hoped he couldn’t be seen from the inside. A small part of him said
he should get the hell out of there, but an even larger part told
him to stay. He could feel his own cock growing harder, straining
against his pants and causing him to reach into his empty pocket
and rub it from the inside.
Meanwhile, unmindful of his presence, Karyn had finally
released Mr. Salvatori’s cock from her mouth and had stood up
from the couch. As she paused to remove the last of her clothing,
Michael got his best look yet at the older woman’s body.
The nipples which has so held his attention that Sunday
morning were even bigger than he had imagined. Surrounded by
dark pink circles as round as a soda can, the stiff nubs had been
excited to a very visible length. The center of her body was very
pale, made much more so by the dark tan covering the rest of her.
Evidently Karyn didn’t go in for nude sunbathing or even a two piece
suit. It was the first time Michael had ever seen a woman’s body
like that and the found it very erotic.
As she spread her legs, Michael saw that the soft patch of
hair resting there was a mixture of white and red, the only
example of her age on her body -- at least in his opinion. Later on
in retrospect, he would realize that he was seeing her in an
idealized view, but at this moment, who cared.
Taking Angelo Salvatori’s manhood in her hand, Karyn
carefully positioned it at the entrance to her womanhood. In an
act Michael wouldn’t have thought possible, she began to slowly
lower herself onto it. Pausing every few inches to slide up a little
and then continue downward once more, it wasn’t long before she’d
taken it fully inside herself.
Mr. Salvatori was content to let her control his entry into
her, preferring instead to play with her large breasts. Playfully he
ran his fingers across her mounds, rubbing her nipples and taking
them between his fingers. At the same time, he kissed her neck
and when she turned her head, her lips as well.
Once she was comfortable with him inside her, Karyn began
to shift her body and pump his cock. Her entire body soon got into
it as she began to gyrate in a powerful motion, back and forth as
well as up and down. Mr. Salvatori was satisfied to lean back and
let Karyn control events. Faster and faster she moved, the look of
rapture on his face reflected in hers. Then, in what seemed like no
time at all, Angelo Salvatori let out a series of large gasps as he
emptied himself into the woman atop him.
Karyn continued to pump Angelo, until she too had been
satisfied. Then she leaned back and kissed him one last time. They
sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of their
recent coupling. Karyn then shifted her body and let him slide out
of her. From his vantage point, Michael could see that even spent,
it was an impressive symbol of manhood.
Carefully, Michael continued on his way to the back of the
house. He wasn’t surprised to find no delivery piled up by the back
door. Wanting not to arrive home until after Mr. Salvatori had
gone, Michael went out past the house and took a long walk in the
woods out back. The walk had lasted almost two hours.
While he had walked, Michael tried to put what he had just
watched in perspective. Why had Karyn needed to sneak home to
meet a lover. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong. His
Aunt was a widow and from what he had learned about the people
in this small town, Mr. Salvatori had never been married. Why
didn’t they simply go out on a date. No one would think it strange
that they had a relationship.
Then it hit him. It wasn’t that Karyn was looking for a new
husband, or even a boyfriend. It was simply that she was horny.
She had been living alone for seven years now and liked it that way.
Simple, uncomplicated sex was how she preferred it. It was funny
in a way, he thought, that people her age could be just like people
his age. It gave him something to think about.
When he got back to the house later, he quickly said hello to
his Aunt, who was sitting there reading the mail, and then rushed
up stairs to clean up. He needed a change of underwear. While
watching his Aunt get laid, the excited teenager had come in his
pants.
The final footnote to the whole episode came a few days
later when Michael went with his Aunt to Salvatori’s Deli. There,
standing among many of the towns most upstanding citizens, Karyn
complimented Mr. Salvatori on the quality of the sausage he given
her the other day. In turn, the slightly balding man behind the
counter said he would be happy to get more of it for her anytime
she wanted.
Michael had to bite down on his lip hard as not to laugh at
the private joke between the two of them. Especially when Mrs.
Nelson, the self appointed guardian of morals for the community,
told Mr. Salvatori that she wouldn’t mind a good piece of sausage
herself. The one her husband usually brought home never really
suited her taste.
Yes, it had been a fun and exciting summer. Even with
tonight’s disaster, Michael was going to be sorry to leave for
college next week. When he’d left his Aunt’s house a few hours ago,
he fully expected tonight to be the night when he finally got to
screw Cindy. She had been hinting about it for the last two weeks.
Originally he thought it would be his birthday present, but
Cindy hadn’t even come to the small birthday party Karyn had
thrown for him, saying she wasn’t feeling good. Then when they’d
gone out last weekend, the brunette had told him that it was a bad
week for her to do something like that. Michael had taken the hint
and settled for a hand job once again.
Tonight though, was going to be the night, he had been sure
of it. He had taken special care to get ready for tonight’s date,
going so far as to stop by the barber’s for a quick trim. Dressed in
his best, he had said good-bye to his Aunt and told her that he
expected to be home rather late. In an almost encouraging tone
which he could never had imagining coming from his mother, Karyn
had told him to have a good time.
Somewhat reluctantly, his car had started and Michael was
on his way. Cindy lived on the other side of town and the trip took
about ten minutes. Pulling up in front of her house, Michael had to
take a few minutes to compose himself. After all, it would be bad
form to show up on her doorstep sporting a raging hard on, no
matter how useful it might be later on.
After all the time he had spent getting ready for their date,
Michael experienced a sudden feeling of disappointment when the
door opened and there stood Cindy in a simple blouse and jeans.
The look on her face told him immediately that something was
wrong.
“Mike, I really should have called you earlier,” she began in
an apologetic voice. “I really meant to.”
It was then, looking over her shoulder, that Michael saw the
young man standing in the living room. He didn’t know him, but the
face was familiar. Then it hit him. That had been the guy who had
been with Cindy the night he had met her. His name had been Bob
something or other.
“It’s just that I’ve really begun to think that we’ve been
going a little far too fast.” Cindy had been saying. “After all,
you’re leaving next week and I don’t think I’m really cut out for a
long distance relationship.”
“Not while you have old Bob handy,” Michael thought but
didn’t say.
“So I hope you’ll understand why I can’t go out with you
again,” she concluded.
Michael didn’t say a word, he just turned and walked back to
his car. There was really nothing for him to say. This time,
thankfully, his car had started right up and he quickly pulled away.
As he drove down the semi-dark streets, Michael wondered
if Cindy had ever really been serious about him. Or had the whole
summer relationship just been a ploy to make her boyfriend, for
that was what he was sure Bob had been, take more notice of her.
He supposed he should feel angry or something, but all he felt was
a sense of disappointment. In a way, for whatever the reason,
Cindy had been right. Next week he would be gone, and to be
honest with himself, he hadn’t ever considered their relationship to
have been anything else but a summer fling.
The block Karyn lived on was at the bottom of a small hill, so
when Michael reached the top of it, he could see her house in the
distance. Making his way down the street, he noticed a dark green
car sitting in the driveway -- evidently his Aunt had company.
A wide smile came to his face as the teenager remembered
the last time he had come home a little early and found someone
parked in the driveway. The memory of Karyn riding Angelo
Salvatori’s massive cock brought a sudden stirring to Michael’s
own. A reminder that he hadn’t gotten laid tonight as he planned.
A visit to the bathroom before he turned in tonight was definitely
in order.
When he was less than a half block away, the car became
more identifiable and any thought that Karyn had been more lucky
than he’d been tonight went out the window. He’d seen the car
every week when he’d gone with his Aunt to the local church.
There was as much chance of his walking in and finding his Aunt
screwing the Right Reverend Joshua McKenzie as there was his
getting the chance to screw a Hollywood starlet.
Aunt Karyn was on many local committees and the Reverend
had undoubtedly dropped by to talk to her about some function or
other. It wouldn’t be the first time.
In fact, it was the sudden recollection of Reverend
McKenzie’s last visit that make the sandy haired youth decide to
walk around to the back door and come in that way. If he was
lucky, he could grab a soda and a snack and head up to his room
after a quick hello. He really wasn’t in the mood for one of the
man’s never-ending lectures on what was wrong with young people
today. Which in his opinion, Michael had quickly learned, was that
they didn’t look at the world in the same way that he did.
Skirting around the house, Michael saw that the only lights
on where in the living room and the kitchen. Since there was no
one in the kitchen when he came in the back door, they had to be in
the outer room. The shades had been drawn when he passed the
window so he couldn’t tell who else might be attending the meeting.
He knew there had to be someone else, the Reverend would never
put himself in the position of being alone with a woman other than
his wife.
Michael quickly made himself a snack tray, raiding the
refrigerator for leftovers, and poured himself a glass of soda.
With luck he would be up in room in a few minutes where he could
relax and watch the TV up there.
Backing into the swinging kitchen door while he held onto the
serving tray, Michael turned as he walked. He got two steps into
the living room before he spotted Karyn and her guest on the
couch.
“Holy Shit!!” Michael called out as he looked at the couch.
The shock of what he was looking at was such that he let go
of the heavily laded snack tray, causing it to drop to the hard wood
floor with a loud, resounding crash.
Time stood still for a brief moment before anyone could
react to Michael’s outburst or the shattering impact of glass bowls
and tumblers. In that instant, the young man’s mind took in every
aspect of the image a few feet in front of him.
He noticed the two half empty bottles of wine on the coffee
table, as well as the crystal goblets that went with them. Tossed
across the table as well, was the dark blue dress Karyn had been
wearing when he’d left on his date. At the moment, his Aunt was
wearing little more than a smile as she leaned back on the sofa, her
legs raised high and wide in order to give her guest a clear access
to her pussy. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed. She
had clearly been enjoying the oral ministrations of the equally
naked figure kneeing in front of her.
From where he stood, Michael wasn’t able to make out any
features, but the short curly blond hair was a dead giveaway. He
hadn’t considered the idea that the car out front might be driven
by someone other than the Reverend McKenzie. There was no
mistaking the woman eagerly licking his Aunt’s open pussy. It was
Bernadette McKenzie, the Minister’s wife.
“Michael!” Karyn yelled as she opened her eyes in response
to the sound of shattering glass and saw her nephew standing
there.
“Oh God!” Bernadette McKenzie gasped as she jumped up
and turned in the direction of the noise as well.
As she stood up, Michael got a good look at Mrs. McKenzie.
In her late thirties, she had a pretty good body, he thought. Her
breasts were small and well rounded with bright pink nipples. Had
Michael known her as a teenager, he would’ve noted that she had
kept much of her figure. A figure that had drawn the attention of
many young men.
“Oh my God!” she repeated again. “Oh my dear God!”
“Calm down, Bernadette,” Karyn said to her reassuringly as
she instantly sized up the situation. “Everything’s going to be all
right.”
That seemed to calm the excited woman down a little. She
sat down on the couch, picking up the blouse she had dropped to
the floor earlier and wrapped it around her naked form.
“Michael, get something to pick up that glass,” Karyn said as
if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Automatically, the eighteen year old obeyed, stepping back
into the kitchen. His mind, however, was racing. His Aunt was also
into women,... and with the Minster’s wife no less. Glancing down,
he saw that his cock was as rock hard as it had ever been.
It only took a moment to get a hand broom and dustpan and
come back into the living room. As he cleaned up the mess, he
couldn’t help stealing looks at the two women. Bernadette
McKenzie still had the unbuttoned blouse wrapped tightly around
her, but his Aunt Karyn surprisingly had made no effort to cover
herself. Her large breasts were just hanging there for him to see.
As he stood up, he could swear that Mrs. McKenzie was
staring right at his hard on. His imagination of course, but it made
his blush a little as he disappeared back into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry, Bernadette honey,” Karyn said as the older
woman put her arm around the blonde’s shoulders. “My nephew’s
not going to tell anyone about what was going on here tonight.”
“I trust you, Karyn,” she said as she snuggled against her
lover. “But can I really trust your nephew?”
“I trust him,” Karyn replied. “And that’s enough.
“Maybe for you, but I need something stronger,”
Bernadette added.
“I don’t understand,” Karyn said, a look of confusion on her
face.
“What I mean is,” Bernadette explained. “I’d feel a lot
better about trusting your nephew to keep his silence if he had
something to lose if he didn’t. I’m sure you can keep him in line for
now, but what’s to keep him from going off to school next week and
telling everyone about his dyke Aunt getting her pussy licked by
the Minister’s wife?”
Karyn was taken a little aback by Bernadette’s language. In
all the years she had known her, she had only heard her use
profanity when she was in the heat of passion.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Bernadette,” Karyn said. “Do
you want me to threaten him or something?”
“No, not that,” she answered quietly, her eyes on the door to
the kitchen as she watched for Michael’s return. “I was just
thinking that if Michael were more involved with what was going on
tonight, then he’d be more reluctant to tell anyone about it.”
“What?” Karyn said in disbelief.
“Think about it,” Bernadette said.
“I don’t need to think about it,” Karyn quickly replied. “He’s
my nephew.”
“But he’s not mine,” Bernadette said as she smiled. “And
technically, he’s only yours by marriage -- and you’re not married to
his Uncle any more.”
“This is insane,” Karyn insisted.
“Well then I could just involve him myself,” Bernadette
suggested.
Then it hit Karyn, that was the point Bernadette had been
steering her to from the moment they’d turned around and saw him
standing there. Her lover wanted to fuck her nephew.
The tall redhead looked into her lover’s eyes and saw that
she was dead serious. The whole situation was incredible. She
didn’t feel jealous at the suggestion. After all, she had an ongoing
sexual relationship with Angelo Salvatori as well as occasion flings
with other men in the community.
She hadn’t really planned to start an affair with Bernadette
a year ago when she had come over looking for support after a
devastating fight with her husband. It had just sort of happened.
Unknown to their parishioners, the relationship between the
Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie had been deteriorating for years now.
The source of their problems, then and now, had been their
inability to have any children. After almost ten years of trying,
Bernadette had become resigned to never getting pregnant.
Joshua on the other hand had become more obsessive about the
subject as the years went on.
Several times, Bernadette had suggested that they look into
medical help to get pregnant. That idea had gone over with Joshua
as badly as her other suggestion that they look into adoption. To
seek help would to be to admit he was somewhat less of a man in
his eyes. It hadn’t mattered how many times she told him that he
was being ridiculous.
It had gotten to the point where Joshua barely touched her
anymore. Except of course on those days when she was stood the
best chance of conceiving. Then he would climb on top of her and
pump away for a few minutes until he emptied himself into her.
Days latter, when it began apparent that it had been a wasted
effort, he would go once again into a sullen state. -- until the next
time.
“Bernadette, do you know what you’re asking?” Karyn said.
“Oh yes, I know.” the blond replied.
Karyn looked into her lovers eyes and saw a mixture of lust
and desperation. Despite the sexual release she got from her
frequent trysts with Karyn, Bernadette really hadn’t cut loose
sexually in well over a year. A few times, Karyn had offered to set
something up for her. An encounter similar to those she enjoyed.
Each time the thirty six year old adamantly refused. The fear
that someone would find out later or that the man would brag to
someone about bedding the minister’s wife was greater than her
need to be laid.
Since Michael was going to be gone in a few days, there was
little chance of that. In fact, the more she thought about it, the
more her thinking paralleled Bernadette’s. She could certainly use
the experience and it wasn’t like it was going to hurt Michael.
After all, she had invited Bernadette over tonight in the
expectation that her nephew would be shacked up with Cindy
Stanton most of the night, fucking her brains out.
“All right, Bernadette,” Karyn said as she reached down and
picked up her dress off the coffee table. “I’ll leave the two of you
alone and whatever happens, happens.”
With that, the younger woman’s face lit up. It was a sight
Karyn had seen much too rarely. She hoped she was making the
right decision. Slipping the dress over her body, she stood up and
called Michael back into the room.
Michael waited a few moments to respond to his Aunt’s call.
He still couldn’t get the image of the two women out of his mind.
It didn’t take a glance down to his crotch to know his dick was long
and hard, and was going to stay that way until he was able to jerk
off. When Karyn called him a second time he headed back in to the
living room and hope neither of them noticed.
The young man was a little disappointed to find that his Aunt
had finally covered herself up. He would’ve liked one more look at
those huge breasts. Mrs. McKenzie was still sitting on the edge of
the couch and Michael was now sure that she was staring at his
hard on. Only this time, however, he didn’t feel as embarrassed.
In fact, he felt kind of proud.
“Michael dear, I’m not going to try and explain what was
going on here tonight,” his Aunt said in a calm voice. “You’re old
enough to realize that there are many different kinds of
relationships, and I trust you enough to know that you’ll never
mention this to anyone else.”
“Of course Karyn.” he quickly replied, surprising himself at
how much he meant that.
Suffering his Aunt’s disapproval would be harder for him
than keeping the secret.
“Good.” Karyn simply answered, a slight smile on the corners
of her mouth. “Then that takes care of that.”
A wave of relief swept over Michael. It was an awkward
situation and he was glad that it was suddenly over.
“Can I go up to my room now?” he asked, wanting to run into
the bathroom and take care of his now aching member.
“In a few minutes.” Karyn said. “But first Mrs. McKenzie
would like to talk to you for a few minutes if you don’t mind?”
“Of course not.” Michael answered, wondering what that
was all about. If he was Mrs. McKenzie, he’d want to get out of
here as fast as he could.
“Thank you.” Karyn said. “So the two of you have a nice
private chat and I’ll be out in the kitchen cleaning up if you need
anything.”
As he watched his Aunt retrace his steps into the kitchen,
Michael wondered why she had stressed the word ‘private’. Or had
that only been his imagination running wild again?
“Sit down, Michael.” Bernadette McKenzie said as she
indicated the empty cushion next to her. It was the first thing he
had heard her say since her almost hysterical omigods a little while
before.
He sat there for a few silent moments, trying hard not to
look at her. It was impossible for him not to be aware that she was
still naked underneath the small blouse draped around her
shoulders. It hadn’t helped matters any that she had loosened her
grip on the blouse, letting it open enough to give a fairly decent
view of her cleavage.
“You must think me a truly horrible woman if you can’t even
look at me,” she said in a soft voice.
Michael turned and looked at her, realizing immediately that
turning to the right had been a mistake. Bernadette had once
again shifted position, her blouse now hanging fully open and her
small rounded mounds exposed to the world, or at least one
oversexed young man.
“I don’t think you’re horrible,” Michael managed to say, his
eyes never leaving her breasts.
Bernadette smiled now that she had his full attention. He’d
spent so much effort trying to see Karyn’s breasts when he’d
walked in on them, he’d barely noticed hers. Now he had to
appreciate the fact that they were beautiful in their own right.
“That’s good,” Bernadette said, continuing her smile. “For
reasons you might not understand, that’s important to me.”
Thinking that was that, Michael began to get up. Only to be
restrained by the soft touch of Bernadette’s hand.
“You know you took Karyn and I quite by surprise,” she
continued, as if sitting here naked with a young man was the most
natural thing in the world. “We really expected you to be out most
of the evening with Cindy Stanton.”
“She changed her plans,” he said, a sense of sadness in his
tone.
“Poor baby,” Bernadette replied. “What happened?”
For a reason he didn’t quite know why, Michael told her
exactly what happened.
“Oh, that must’ve been Bobby Lee,” Bernadette said as
Michael described the young man he’d seen in the living room of
Cindy’s house. “He and Cindy have been going out, on and off, since
Junior High School.”
‘Figures,” Michael said.
“And she was so inconsiderate as to make you go all the way
over there, just to tell you that it was over between the two of
you?”
“Yeah,” he muttered.
“My word, that girl can be such a cock-teaser!” Bernadette
exclaimed.
Michael was shocked hearing a statement like that from
Mrs. McKenzie. Even after seeing her with his Aunt, it still was
hard to imagine her talking like that.
“That’s what she is, isn’t she?” Bernadette asked.
Michael nodded in agreement.
“Why don’t look so shocked,” she smiled once again. “It’s
not like I was born a minister’s wife. I’ll have you know there was a
time when I was well aware of how a pretty young woman could
draw young men like flies to honey. And I was even aware how
easily it was to get them worked up. Some of my girlfriends used
to even brag about how they sent their boyfriends home with a
case of ‘blueballs.’, that’s the term isn’t it?”
Michael again nodded.
“That’s what Cindy did to you, isn’t it?’ Bernadette asked as
she looked down at the still large bulge in Michael’s slacks. “It’s
not right for a girl to get a young man all excited and then leave
him cold, is it?” she further asked.
Unsure what to answer, Michael remained silent. Then he
almost jumped off the couch in even greater surprise when he felt
Bernadette’s small hand come to rest on his cloth covered cock.
“And I’m sure walking in here and finding me and your Aunt
Karyn on the couch didn’t help matters either,” she went on as she
ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock, taking it’s
measure. “So I guess part of this is my fault.”
Still dumbstruck, Michel exhaled loudly.
“You know, I’ve often wondered,” Bernadette said as she
cupped her hand around his young manhood, assessing a thickness
to go with her previous measurement. “Does it hurt when your
cock gets so hard, stuck as it is in all that tight clothing?”
“A little..” Michael said, not being able to really believe he
wasn’t dreaming all this.
“Well then we should let the poor dear free!” Bernadette
exclaimed.
In a quick motion, nimble hands pulled down the zipper of his
pants and reached in to take hold of his enlarged member. A
second movement brought it out in the warm night air.
“My, that’s a cock to be proud of!” Bernadette said in
admiration.
Michael knew from the secret comparison that most guys
did in the showers back in high school, that his cock was of average
size. Still, hearing this older, more experienced woman praise it
sent a warm rush through him.
“Now that we’ve freed this neglected baby, we really should
do something about relieving the other pressure behind it,”
Bernadette said as her fingers closed around the base of his cock
and began to slowly pump it up and down.
“Oh yeah!” Michael moaned as her soft touch glided against
his skin. “That feels nice.”
“I knew it would,” Bernadette grinned.
Michael suddenly realized the reality of the situation and
looked to the kitchen door. Behind which sat his Aunt less than
twenty feet away.
“Oh don’t worry about your Aunt,” Bernadette said, seeing
his gaze shift to the door. “She did say she was going to give us
some privacy, didn’t she?”
Before Michael could consider the fact that his Aunt had
expected this to happen when she’d left them alone, Bernadette
let her other hand cradle his balls and began to stroke them as
well. He looked down, just as the blond haired woman bent over and
guided his cock into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” Michael gasped as he felt the soft wetness
engulf his cock.
Bernadette wasted no time as she let his cock slide in and
out of her mouth. Her tongue slid back and forth as she moved,
savoring the small discharge of pre-cum that had been oozing out
of his manhood. It had been so long since she’d had a cock in her
mouth, ever since the day Joshua had decided that it was a waste
of his seed. She couldn’t wait to have Michael explode into her
mouth so she could swallow every drop.
Like silk, her tongue covered every inch of his shaft before
dropping down to his balls. One at a time they disappeared into her
mouth, until she released them and then returned her attention to
his now glistening dick. Taking its entirety once more into her
mouth, Bernadette applied such pressure that she knew it would
only take a little more effort to gain her prize.
Bernadette deep throated him one last time, then released
her grip on the base of his cock. His body quaked and a sudden rush
of energy drained from every pore of his body.
The recesses of her throat filled with the first burst of his
warm and salty whiteness. She quickly swallowed it without
hesitation, knowing that there was much more to come. A second
wave followed a few moments later. This time, she allowed it to fill
her mouth, permitting herself time to savor the taste as she
whirled her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. A
third spurt she let slide out of the corners of her mouth and down
the base of his cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down the
shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the intoxicating aroma
of his youthful sex.
Finally, sensing he was spent, Bernadette took him within her
mouth one last time and began to wash away the last remnants of
her efforts. By the time his young manhood slipped from her, not a
trace remained.
“Oh how I’ve missed that.” Bernadette purred as she slowly
ran her fingers along Michael now semi-erect cock. “I’d almost
forgotten how good it could feel.”
Back in the days before she’d met Joshua McKenzie at
college, Bernadette White had been quite the skilled cocksucker.
She’d been quite honest when she told her future husband that
she’d never had intercourse with any man before him. What she
failed to mention was that she’d kept her virginity intact by
sucking off every young man she’d dated since she was 16.
The memory of many of those young men flashed in her mind.
Some of them had been just about Michael’s age. A wide smile
crossed her face as she laid her head across Michael’s lap,
continuing to gently caress his still wet cock.
Less than ten minutes earlier, Karyn had sat at the kitchen
table, sipping the cup of tea she had made for herself. With each
passing minute, she was finding it exceedingly difficult to just sit
there and try to act normal while her lover tried to seduce her
nephew in the next room. It would really be better, she told
herself, if she went for a walk and left the house altogether. Yet
as much as that idea made sense, she couldn’t bring herself to
leave.
From the many times she’d seen her nephew in shorts or
swim trunks over the summer, Karyn had a fairy good mental image
of his body. -- less of course his more private areas. Now she
tried to picture them as well. Long ago, when her husband had
been alive, Karyn and Jack used to frequent a nudist colony in
southern Florida. On more than a few occasions, they’d been joined
on their vacations by Michael’s parents. Nothing ever happened
between them of course, but it had only been human nature that
caused Karyn to take the time to check out her brother in law. At
the time, she remembered being suitably impressed. Now she
couldn’t help but wonder how the son might compared to his
father.
“A little peek couldn’t hurt,” Karyn thought to herself as
she looked at the closed door to the living room. “Just to satisfy
my curiosity.”
Leaving her cup of tea to grow cold on the table, Karyn
quietly opened the swinging door -- just enough to lean in and take
a quick look. She had chosen almost the exact moment that
Bernadette had slid Michael’s cock into her mouth.
“Shit!” Karyn said under her breath as she watched his
hardness move in and out of her friend’s mouth.
Having taken a major step in just opening that door, Karyn
wasn’t about to close it so quickly. After all, she hadn’t gotten a
good look at Michael’s cock yet, hidden as it was in Bernadette’s
mouth.
The sight before her quickly captivated Karyn. Despite her
own sexual experience, she’d never seen a woman give a blow job
before -- at least not in real life. Under her thin dress, she could
feel her body growing quite warm. The older woman spread her legs
and slid her left hand up beneath her dress, coming to rest against
the source of that building fire.
With a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself.
With her right hand she reached up inside her dress and began to
play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch. She
began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her womanhood.
It was almost as if she were sharing the act in front of her.
Karyn’s masturbation effort grew in intensity as she
watched Bernadette lick her nephew’s balls. This gave her an
unobstructive view of her nephew’s cock and she was glad to see
that heredity ran true. As for now retreating back into the
kitchen, it didn’t even ever her mind.
A sigh escaped Karyn's lips as she watched Michael’s cock
explode into Bernadette’s mouth. Her hands raced across her
breasts and pussy as she imaged herself in Bernadette’s place,
savoring every drop of his eruption. She wished she had time to
bring herself to orgasm, but knew she’d pushed her luck as far as
she dared. Finally, reluctantly, she let the door swing closed.
She paused on the other side of the closed door, tempted to
step back in. Not wanting to give in again to temptation, Karyn
decided to take a little walk in the night air. If nothing else, it
might help her to cool down little. If not, she could always give
Angelo a call.
“Mmmm,” Bernadette purred as she climbed back up onto
the couch next to Michael and slid her hand up under his shirt,
stroking his fine chest hair. “Now that was a wonderful appetizer.
But what say we get you a little more ready for the main course.”
she added as she began to unbutton his shirt with her other hand.
Still as horny as he’d ever been in his life, Michael was not
about to object as the nude woman next to him removed his
clothes. As each article of clothing came off, Bernadette kissed
the freshly exposed skin beneath it. In no time at all, the sandy
haired teen was as naked as could be.
With lust in her eyes, Bernadette swung over and came to a
rest in Michael’s lap. Gyrating her hips, she pressed the cheeks of
her ass against his young cock. She could feel it growing to a new
hardness beneath her. As it grew to it’s full length, she was able
to shift her position and rub her pussy against it as well.
“Oooo, that feels nice,” Bernadette said as she leaned
forward and pressed her breasts against his face.
Eager to accept her offering, Michael leaned forward and
took her nipple into his mouth. Skillfully he swirled his tongue
around the small stub, alternating between soft kisses and gentle
bites. Bernadette’s mounds were much smaller than Cindy’s, to
which he had so recently become accustomed, but they were no
less enjoyable.
It brought to mind a little saying he once heard his older
sister telling a girlfriend. When it came to a girl’s breast size,
anything more than a mouthful was wasted. A small breast was
just as enjoyable as a large one. At the time, Michael thought it
was just something they were saying to make them feel better
since neither was exactly well endowed. Now he was delighted to
find it was indeed true.
Alternating between her petite globes, Michael covered
them with kisses and long, sensual licks. At the same time, she
reached down between her legs and took hold of his fully enlarged
cock. Playfully she tugged it, causing a similar reaction from the
lips wrapped around her equally enlarged nipples.
Unable to wait any longer, Bernadette lifted herself upward
and guided his cock until it rested against the entrance of her wet
pussy.
She paused a moment. Her emerald green eyes looked into
his baby blues. The fire between her legs flared in intensity as she
saw the hunger in those eyes.
Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead inside her. It slid
in effortlessly, her excitement having paved the way. Then in a
quick motion she dropped all the way and took him totally within
her.
Michael gasped at the sudden envelopment of his young
manhood. The wet pressure around it brought a smile of
satisfaction to his face. As Bernadette began to move up and down
on his pole, the sensations grew in intensity. Bracing her hands
against the back of the couch, Bernadette began to rise and drop
with an ever increasing frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped,
creating a suction that drew his cock further and further inside
her.
"Oh God....Bernadette!.." Michael called out as he tried to
match her motions, totally banishing the image of her as Mrs.
Reverend McKenzie from his mind.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” she cried out in response. “Give me that
cock, fuck me harder!”
At the rate she was moving, Bernadette knew that he would
cum quickly. Few young men his age had any kind of self control. A
few minutes later she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher
so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it
with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same
abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst
erupt inside her.
Slamming her body down upon him, Bernadette grabbed his
arms and pulled him to her. Her mouth sought out his and she
kissed him passionately while his seed spread within her. Holding
him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still
firm cock until his balls had been squeezed of every last drop of
that beautiful white cream.
“Oh yes.” she gasped as she collapsed against him and pulled
his face between the valley of her mounds.
She held him tight against her, their eyes closed tight as
they enjoyed the comfort of each other’s bodies. The only sound
heard in the room was the beating of their hearts and the soft
laboring of their breaths.
After a time and with great reluctance, Bernadette let go
and climbed off of him. She had wanted that moment to go on and
on. For one brief instant, all the world had seemed perfect.
Realizing that Bernadette was now off him, Michael opened
his eyes. The blond woman already had her underwear back on. It
also seemed to Michael that she was trying hard not to look at his
naked body. A body she had been so taken with such a short time
before.
“I have to get home.” Bernadette said in an almost
embarrassed voice as she pulled her dress over her head.
Dressed once more in a manner that the people of
Eaglestone expected of a minister’s wife, Bernadette also
underwent a major change in personality.
“Michael, I really don’t know what to say,” she said as she
gathered up her belongings. “I don’t know how to explain my
behavior. You have to believe me that I’ve never done anything like
this before.”
Michael, who had now covered himself, much to Bernadette’s
relief, looked into her eyes. Much to his surprise, despite the twin
facts that he had walked in on her licking his Aunt’s pussy as well
as having fucked him like a waterfront whore, he believed her.
“It’s all right, Mrs. McKenzie,” he said, unable to think of
her as anything else right now. “That wasn’t you. That was
someone else.”
Bernadette managed a weak smile, then turned and quickly
exited the room. Moments later, Michael could hear her car pulling
out of the driveway.
By the time Karyn came back from her walk, Michael had
showered and gone to bed. She decided not to disturb his rest.
Better to wait until the morning before they discussed what had
happened tonight. Besides, she wasn’t sure she trusted herself to
venture into his bedroom right now.
The next morning at breakfast, Michael surprised Karyn by
announcing that he was going to head home a few days early. Not
mentioning the events of the night before, he simply said he
wanted to take care of some things before the school year
started. The redhead thought about it a bit and decided that it
was for the best. She even offered to help him pack.
Epilogue
In the weeks and months that followed, Michael quickly
became caught up in the hustle of college life and the events of
that summer became the stuff of memory. He did a great deal of
growing up that year, surprising his parents by making the dean’s
list and actually becoming serious about a girl at school.
Aunt Karyn continued to keep in touch with him but never
mentioned Bernadette in any of her letters. That was until he got
one that came with a few photographs the following September.
The first showed Karyn beaming as she held her new
goddaughter. Standing beside her, an even greater joy reflected
in their faces were the parents of that bundle of joy, the
Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie. In a much closer photograph of the
baby, which he read had been named Michelle, he could see that
she had the most striking deep blue eyes.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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