Travels with Aunt Leigh

By Don Winslow

Part 1

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, prompting him for ever after to check out her bedroom door whenever he walked down the hall, always hopeful he might be treated to a repeat performance. The door was almost always closed, but there was another time when he got lucky and actually saw his good looking aunt in her underwear: her slim body, pale and surprisingly youthful, when seen in nothing but buff colored bra and panties as she balanced on one foot bent over while pulling on a pair of jeans. Patterson had been right – his aunt really was one hot chick!

In time, he learned to position himself so as to catch her, as if by accident, when she emerged from the shower, all flushed and warm, with her cropped blond hair still darkly damp, her nude body wrapped in a fluffy terry cloth robe, that showed him the topcurves of her pert, moist breasts. On school nights, when he was supposed to be in bed, he’d lurk in the shadows at the top of the staircase, watching the intent blonde as she worked in rapt attention before the glow of her computer, oblivious to the spy in the shadows above.

Aunt Leigh was a consultant -- some kind of ‘business consultant’ she said, though Troy was never sure just what that was. Anyway, she traveled a lot, mostly on overnight trips, never more than a couple of days. And when she was home, she was always working. She would come through the door, immediately slip off her heels, then go in to change from her business suit into something more comfortable. After dinner, and maybe an hour of TV, she would send him to his room to do his homework, because she had work to do.

Later, she would change yet again, this time into men’s style pajamas, with long baggy pants and a jacket that buttoned up the front. But every once in a while, she’d put on something more feminine: occasionally a robe, not the thick white terrycloth one, but a peach colored wrapper that was ankle-length, thin and silky: the kind that opened down the front, and was belted by a ribbon of silk she cinched in a slip knot around her narrow waist. When she walked he saw exciting flashes of the entire length of her elegant bare legs, and Troy was pretty sure that under that robe, his aunt wore nothing but her panties! The thought slammed through him and gave him an instant erection.

And sometimes, especially on those warm summer’s night, when she felt her nephew was safely tucked away in bed, Aunt Leigh might slip into something even more comfortable, like a pair of pink shorty pajamas that left her long white legs deliciously bare. Those were Troy’s favorite pajamas. Once he even saw her wearing a floppy sweatshirt pushed back up her supple arms, sitting on the carpeted floor with bare legs crossed, as she sorted through papers. And he could have sworn that that sweatshirt was the only thing she had on! The thrill of that realization sent his prick soaring up to impossible heights of arousal, and he had to scurry back to his bed to seek blessed relief by jacking off, furiously yanking on a handful sheets wrapped around his throbbing cock.

His senior year was a blur that saw him in a more or less constant state of turmoil, with the horny teenager walking around sporting an often inconvenient and always embarrassing erection. Then he had graduated from high school. Troy (but not the state of New York) now thought of himself as an adult -- and one that was quite capable of being left on his own. His aunt seemed to agree – but only to a point. They parted ways over her plans for a summer vacation. Leigh had long wanted to go back to Europe, but what was to become of her ward? The teenager swore he could manage on his own, dreaming of having the apartment all to himself for an entire month. His Aunt actually seemed to waiver, but in the end, she looked at him long and hard, her bright blue eyes studying the lanky young man, who was looking at her with such hope in his soft brown puppy-dog eyes, before slowly shaking her head. Troy’s heart sank. No, it just wouldn’t do, she decided. There was no other solution: Troy would have to tour Europe with his aunt. He’d love it, she assured him with a forced, perky smile, that he didn’t believe for a moment.

*****

And so Troy found himself swept up in a flurry of activity as his bustling Aunt made arrangements and attended to all detail of the trip. They were to leave in August, which left Troy with the time on his hands during the unfolding days of that long hot summer in the city. Leigh was even busier now at work, and so he was left to his own devices, a lone teenager at loose ends in the adult world of New York’s upper east side.

He would spend days on end in the air-conditioned apartment, bored with daytime television. He’d put in hours surfing the porn sites on his aunt’s computer, then carefully covering up his tracks before she got home. One day, when he was feeling particularly horny and restless, he went about prowling the apartment, eventually ending up in his aunt’s bedroom, a place he usually avoided, respecting her privacy. But this time his curiosity about feminine secrets got the best of him, and now he found himself standing before a chest of drawers. He eased open the top drawer and found neat piles of sweaters, blouses and other tops; nothing much of interest there.

The next drawer was where she obviously kept her sleepwear, silky pajamas, nighties and bedjackets, all sorts of lacy things, tops and bottoms of colorful silks and creamy satins, camisoles and slips, half-slips; champagne and wine colored, and gleaming black, all nestled together with pantyhose, stockings, and two pairs of black tights. He stopped to dally there, pawing through the feminine finery, rubbing slick satin between thumb and forefinger. A knot of lust tightened in his belly; his randy young prick rose up in a powerful salute.

He found the silvery pink satin bottoms of his favorite shortie pajamas, rubbed the thin silky fabric between his fingers, thinking of how excitingly delicious the slick cool panties must feel next to his aunt’s body…her ass…her cunt. His aunt’s cunt! The though sent a shiver through him. He rubbed the wadded fabric up the side of his face. The thrill that shot through him was indescribable. He carefully replaced the lingerie, and with trembling hands he opened the next drawer.

Paydirt! Holy Shit, he had found it --the motherlode! The drawer contained a jumble of feminine underwear. There were mounds of panties and bras of all kinds in all sort of colors. He found plain cotton underpants in white, stone gray, and oatmeal, serviceable everyday wear, jammed in with silky satins, metallic colored, slick maroon, and shiny midnight blue. One side of the drawer was stuffed with a tangle of brassieres, some obviously the mates of matching panties, others odds and ends, wispy underthings with cups of shiny opaque fabric or fine translucent gossamer; delicate brassieres generously edged in lace.

He held up a lacy bra made in a jungle camouflage motif, obviously meant to go with a panty that he now picked up to examine. He found he was holding up a skimpy thong, one that would let the wearer’s butt cheeks hang out. The discovery quite surprised him. The very thought of his crisply competent aunt wearing such sexy underwear under her business suit sent a shiver of lust through him, leaving him dry in the mouth and suddenly weak in the knees. He had to reach down to touch himself, quickly clutching his tented penis and hauling on it through his khaki shorts.

As he went to tuck the panties back in, he saw a long slender box hidden in the back, under a pile of underwear. The lid said “Greyson’s Candles.” Curious he pulled it out and opened the box. Inside was a cream-colored plastic vibrator! A wave of lust slammed through him. Did Aunt Leigh use this thing..up her cunt! He closed his eyes to savor the imagine of the leggy blonde, naked, sprawled back on her bed, eyes closed, pretty blond face contorted in lust as she fucked herself furiously with the 8-inch vibrator.

He turned the base and the thing sprang into life in his hands, startling him with a low muffled hum. He ran the buzzing shaft down the front of his shorts, pressing lightly, and his super-ready penis, surging with a creamy rise of pleasure, instantly threatened to erupt.

Troy jerked back, quickly shut it off, placed the sex toy back in its box, closed the lid, and hid the box back under the pile of underwear. Only when he had the drawer shut, did he realize his hands were shaking.

By now Troy was hot and sweating; his wrists were atingle, and his breathing heavy. Burning with heat, the horny kid knew he had to get out of there, had to get to his bedroom to take matters in hand and relieve the terrible itch. But as he turned to go, something stopped him, kept him there, in her room -- this feminine sanctuary that he had never before violated. Across the room, the gaping bi-fold doors of her bedroom closet seemed an open invitation, He swallowed down the rising lust and still tingling with excitement, crossed the room to stand before the open closet, studying the array of clothes: dresses and skirts all neatly suspended from hangers. On the floor were stacks and stacks of shoeboxes. He opened the top one to take out and examine a sleek, high-heeled pump.

He put the shoe back, and was about to go, when something else caught his eye. Tucked in one corner of the closet was a larger box. Clearly not a shoebox, it was shaped more like a small chest or strongbox. There was a lock on the front, but the key had been left in place. The curious teenager got down on his knees and hauled the box out from under the hanging dresses. Flipping open the lid, he made yet another surprising discovery and one, it would turn out, that was to be even more amazing than the discovery of the hidden sex toy. For the small chest contained his aunt’s hidden cache of porn!

He pawed through a half dozen paperbacks with titles like “Slave Girls of Rome.” And beneath those, a pile of magazines, high-class porn with arty black and white pictures of women in leather and bondage. He opened an oversized paperback called “The Art of Spanking.” The lad was instantly engrossed as page after page unfolded -- fantastic erotic drawings telling the story of young women seduced into having their bottoms warmed. As he stared, fascinated, one hand went down to his crotch. The overly-excited lad simply had to release his suffocating prick from its tangle of underwear.

He knelt on the floor, his naked cock, stiffly erect, poking out the front of his shorts, as he plundered the incredible treasure. Mixed among these high-toned classics were other magazines, trashy, lurid magazines with names like “Spank-her!” The kid’s palms were sweating, his prick aching with intolerable readiness, as he rapidly flipped through the color images. His wondering eyes beheld picture after picture of girls being slung over some guy’s lap, laying there limp and unresisting, with long legs angling down, upturned bottoms raised, and panties down -- placed in poses that irresistibly invited the slap of the masculine hand on their saucy feminine behinds.

One caught the very instant when a poised masculine hand came down in a blur and the girl shot up under the punishing hand, twisting in agony, hair flying wildly as a stinging slap whapped those upraised butt cheeks. By now Troy was hunched over, clutching his naked erection in a tight fist, pumping furiously as he discovered the exquisite joys of erotic discipline while kneeling on the floor of his aunt’s bedroom.

*****

For days afterward, Troy was compelled to return, again and again, to that font of illicit pleasures lurking under the massed dresses in his aunt’s closet. The searing images he found there fired his imagination, stayed with him, and kept him in constant heat -- to the point where Aunt Leigh began to give him odd looks, and ask if he was alright. And when she paused to look at her nephew with puzzled concern from under that shock of silver blond hair, he found himself fantasizing about what the older woman would look like sprawled across someone’s lap, panties twisted around her knees, and her neatly rounded bottom sticking up, poised to invite a wicked spanking. Whenever that thought struck him, he would mutter something, spring to his feet, and abruptly bolt out of the room, leaving his confused aunt to wonder, not for the first time, just how much she really knew about adolescent boys.

*****

One if the most profound regrets of Troy’s young life came when he realized that the dreaded vacation was approaching and he was about to be deprived of his new-found addiction for one solid month! At the last minute he made a bold move, sneaking into the bedroom to snatch up a couple of the forbidden paperbacks. Back in his room, he quickly wrapped them in his underwear, and hid the dirty books deep in his suitcase.

So far he had thought of the stash of porn only in terms of his solo pleasures, content to people spanking fantasies with dreamgirls he conjured up while laying in his bed with eyes closed, fingering his painfully stiff erection. But the obsession took a new focus as his thoughts increasingly turned to his pretty aunt. If Aunt Leigh bought that kind of stuff, didn’t it mean she got off on it? Did it turn her on, to see girls being spanked? Did she want to be spanked? A delicious shiver of lust ran through him.

Once he thought of her in that way, he couldn’t get the thought out of his head. The wildly erotic image of his mature, beautiful aunt upended over his knee plagued him as they sat, almost touching, in the back of the taxi on their way to the airport. The thought intruded at odd moments as he sat next to his attractive, nice-smelling aunt on the long flight to London. He found himself secretly watching her out of the corner of his eye, studying the side of her exquisite face. The slim,elegant hands that held the paperback before her eyes, the top of the knee and several inches of thigh that emerged from under her up-riding skirt when she crossed her legs. She didn’t seem to notice; didn’t bother to tug it down. He had to fight the overwhelming urge to fit his curved palm to the pleasing nyloned contour revealed by that errant hem. He tried to act casual as he could as he reached out for a pillow to lay across his lap in order to hide his obvious state of arousal.

Part 2

The vacation for the American woman and her gangly young ward, seemed a bit unreal until they actually landed at Heathrow airport. They splurged, spending their first night in London at the Regency where Leigh had booked two adjoining rooms. Once alone in his room, Troy stripped to his briefs and sprawled out on the luxurious satin bedspead, bringing to bed with him one of the hidden paperbacks, a novel called The Master of Ironwood.

Troy was soon drawn in, fascinated, totally captivated by what he read. Soon he was sweating. The words sent him into incredible arousal. It was a story of masterful men, strong and confident, and the healthy, sensual, red-blooded women, women who longed to surrender, burning with desire to be taken by such powerful men. Unbelievable scenes of sexual domination and submission unfolded before his amazed eyes. He read, again and again, his favorite spanking scenes – each one inevitably sending the excited lad to masturbating in a maddened frenzy of lust.

The steamy sex scenes became seared into his memory: the quiet words of command, iron fist in velvet glove; the silky whispers of compliance, the incredible descriptions of what it must be like to have a beautiful woman laid out across your lap, kicking up her heels, while you joyfully whacked her bouncing bottom. In the feverish teenager’s sex-obsessed mind a plan began to form -- a wild, outrageous plan, more of a dream really; one that featured his unknowing Aunt Leigh in a starring role.

*****

Leigh’s well-oiled plans began to go astray the minute they left London. She was determined to see something of the English countryside, and renting a car, the two tourists headed north along the A12 the very next day.

They spent most of that day driving, stopping only for a light lunch at a roadside inn, and a late dinner at a village pub they found off the beaten track. Troy didn’t care much for the food. The teenager had been gone from the States less than three days, and already was yearning for a cheeseburger and fries. They had gone so far to find this “authentic village pub,” that Leigh kept babbling on about, that they got lost trying to make their back to the motorway. After, driving around in the darkening twilight on winding country roads, they finally managed to come upon a small hotel. It was a rural inn, a modest two-story structure, stuccoed with fake Tudor beams. Overall, the place looked weatherworn and cheap. Surprisingly, it was almost filled with road weary tourists who seemed to be as lost as they were.

The two travelers were informed that only one room was left – they would have to share. A grudging landlord allowed as how a cot might be brought up to their room for the young lad to bed down on. Tory’s aunt gave the boy a brave smile and a wink, and nodded, reluctantly agreeing to the make-shift arrangements, with a credit card and a flourish of her signature.

Their room turned out to be small but clean, most of the space being taken up by a double bed; the remainder further reduced by the cot that had been set up at its foot. There would be no question of privacy of course; the sole bathroom on the second floor was sat the end of the hall. Leigh eyed the drab accommodations and let out a tiny sigh of resignation. Still, she consoled herself, it would only be for one night.

After the long drive, Leigh longed for a hot shower before turning in. Troy should get ready for bed, while she changed in the bathroom, she said, turning to go with nightclothes and towel tucked under one arm. As he started to undress it occurred to Troy that he had forgotten to pack his pajamas. He actually found that out the first night in the London hotel, but the next day, he simply forgot to tell his aunt. No matter. It would not be the first time he had to sleep in his underwear.

Because it was such a warm summer’s night, uncomfortably stuffy in the little room, Troy casually peeled off his sticky T-shirt. Bare-chested, he was suddenly feeling randy, and he wondered if he could snatch up the treasured book for a few minutes of solo pleasure, before his aunt got back. But he decided there wasn’t enough time. He was thinking about the arousing book, sitting there in his underwear, waiting for his aunt to return…when a plan began to form in his mind.

*****

Leigh came through the door, all fresh and damp from her shower, to find her nephew sitting on the cot, smiling up at her wearing nothing but his underpants. She stifled her first reaction, not wanting to appear prudish. Still the sight of Troy’s young, practically naked physique took her aback: that smooth, lithe chest with just the lightest trace of downy hair fanning out from the center, lanky arms and shoulders, and straight legs dangling down. Between his opened legs, her gaze was arrested by a well-packed pouch of his white jockey shorts, and the obvious bulge at the taut front. She quickly looked away.

Troy looked up to catch the sudden flush of embarrassment that caused his aunt to avert her eyes and tug the lapel of her peach satin wrapper even tighter, closing the narrow vee across her chest.

“Troy, where are your pajamas?” she muttered, still avoiding his soft brown eyes.

“I dunno. Guess I forgot to pack ‘em,” he replied, feeling no more embarrassed to be sitting there in his underwear than he might be in the locker room at school. He actually enjoyed seeing the effect that his bare-chested condition had on his somewhat flustered aunt. It surprised him; brought on a wave of male pride. He was watching her reaction, as he eased back onto his elbows, preening, indolently spreading his legs.

“Well…uh…we’d better turn in. Tomorrow we can go looking for some. There must be some shops in the village where we could get you some pajamas, young man.”

Suddenly Leigh was acutely aware of their situation, alone in the room with this appealing man-child in nothing but his underwear. A sexual shiver passed through her frame; she shook it off. The feeling was absurd! Troy was only a child. Still, she hesitated about slipping off the robe. Because of the heat, she had put on her light-weight summer pajamas (the shorty ones that, while she didn’t realize it, had been much admired by her young nephew). Now she wondered if her own sleepwear wasn’t just a little too revealing. She considered turning out the light before disrobing, but she wanted to follow her usual habit of reading in bed for a while, so she simply turned her back on her lounging nephew and slipped the silky robe off her shoulders, knowing he lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching her every movement.

She climbed on the bed, a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose. She arranged herself comfortably leaning back against the headboard, with the pillows propping her up, and pulled the sheet up to her lap, modestly covering her long bare legs. Picking up her paperback, she studiously ignored her half-naked nephew who sprawled back watching her from his place on the cot. Sitting there in her thin, short-sleeved bedjacket, she could feel the intensity of the young man’s gaze.

Finally, she looked up and squarely met his adoring, puppy-dog eyes.

“What is it, Troy?” she asked, mildly exasperated.

Troy licked his lips, hoping he could hide his nervousness...now that he actually doing it, he was suddenly scared, almost panicky. He did hid best to hide it. ‘Act casual,’ he told himself.

“Uh…I guess you really like reading, huh, Aunt Leigh?”

“Well, I like to read in bed, yes. It relaxes me.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“Do you like it…that book you’re reading? Is it a good book?”

She examined the paperback whodunit in her hands. “I suppose it’s okay.”

Troy’s hands were sweating and his heart was pounding, but he was determined to take the plunge. He tried to act cool.

“Well, I got a book too, “ he began, reaching unto his duffle bag and pulling out the copy of The Master of Ironwood he had stowed away. “It’s a pretty good book too.”

He held the smuggled paperback up for her to see. Instantly, the thunderstruck woman shot bolt upright. A cold shiver of fear blew through her, draining the blood from her face. Her harmless little vice had been discovered! In a panic, the stunned woman could do nothing but sit there speechless, staring at the incriminating paperback her grinning nephew held up in his hand, waving it in the air as if it were some sort of trophy.

“Where..where’d you get that?!” she sputtered in a strangled whisper.

“I bought it at the airport,” he lied. It’s kind of interesting. Do you want to see it?”

She couldn’t answer him. Dumbfounded, Leigh didn’t know what to do! While she sat there tense and bewildered, a thousand thoughts raced through her head. This seemed so unreal! Could it possibly be a wild coincidence? No, that was impossible! The boy must have found her porn collection…and he knew! HE KNEW! She sat paralyzed while Troy rose up and moved toward her, placing one knee on the bed, climbing up to settle down beside her, so they could both see the book.

“It’s all about his English place, some kind of estate, I think, where bad girls get spanked…a lot,” He added the last with a boyish grin.

She turned towards him; he saw the stricken look in her eyes. Paralyzed by fear, she was a deer caught in headlights, unable to move while her terrible fate was hurtling down on her. Troy saw her fear, her helplessness, her vulnerability, and for a moment he wavered. Was there still time to back off? Could he laugh it all off as a joke? But even as part of his mind was near to panic and desperately sought for a way out, his nearly naked body responded to the nearness of the desirable woman. His cock stirred expectantly in his underwear. He had made his move. There was no retreating now.

The boy edged closer to his tormented aunt, and slipped an arm behind her, resting it on the pillow, careful not to touch the tense woman; not just yet. At the same time he reached down with his left hand to draw back the sheet that draped her lower body. She didn’t move; just sat rigidly upright with legs extended.

“Troy, what are you doing?” she gasped, her voice on the verge of panic.

“Relax, Aunt Leigh. I just want to see a little of your legs, that’s all. You got really nice legs, you know? I like looking at ‘em. You don’t mind me showing me your legs, do you?”

“Troy, please. This isn’t right. Stop it,” the agonized words came out more as a plea than an order.

Troy wavered, scared half out of his wits, and yet he couldn’t stop himself. Not now. Not with her so near. She hadn’t jump off the bed and given him hell. That would have stopped it, right then and there. The teenager would have crushed, sent mortified into a hasty retreat. But she didn’t do that. No, she stayed right where she was, sitting scantily clad on her bed, searingly aware that her all-but-naked nephew was close enough to touch. And though her lips had formed a weak protest, he detected the note of uncertainty, and it gave him cautious hope. He was determined to be the masterful male. Scared out of his wits, he took a deep breath to summon up his courage, and edged closer on the mattress till their hips touched, sending a shimmer of electricity through the woman, while the teenager’s awakening cock powered into instant erection under his white cotton briefs.

She looked down and saw the unmistakable outline of the boy’s stiff cock tenting his jockey shorts, watched paralyzed as he laid a hand on her left leg just above the knee and drew the fingertips lightly up her thigh in a way that caused her to suck in a shivering breath. She turned to him, her face contorted in the agony of indecision. A pang of longing for her nephew’s lean, hard-muscled body slammed through her. Her mouth fell open; Tory took that as a sign. Every fiber in his hormone-crazed body was screaming for him to take her, to fuck the woman; it took a superhuman act to hold back, but somehow he managed it. Forcing himself to move slowly, masterfully, he reached up and delicately removed her reading glasses. Then he edged closer, dropped an arm around her to scoop her up, and squirming against her unresisting body, he kissed his distraught aunt right on her astonished mouth while he rubbed his chest all over the silky material that layered her thinly-clad bosom. Her arms rose up in automatic response; feverish hands felt their way over his sleek-muscled shoulders.

To her surprise, her bare chested man-child closed in on her, giving her no time to catch her breath before he was following up the advantage he had temporarily gained by pressing his tongue into her opened mouth. Leigh melted in his arms, swept up in a surge of passion that had so long, so terribly long, been denied. ‘Oh God, this was all wrong,’ she heard an inner voice say, yet how long had it been since she had had a man She would kid herself that she was too busy with her career, but she knew that wasn’t true. It was just that after Brian, her ex, she didn’t feel like playing the game again. Starting all over with someone new, the depressing search for Mr. Right, the endless small talk, the maneuvering, she just didn’t have the energy to start all over. No one could ever replace Brian. No man could ever play her body like her masterful lover. But these thoughts were all swept away in the surprising strong wave of lust that powered up from her loins as she clutched the healthy young teenager to her aching body, gasping and panting for air with her chin on his shoulder when their kiss finally broke. Troy felt her heaving breasts against him, and pulled back just enough to begin attacking the buttons down the front of her silken bedjacket with hands that trembled with excitement.

“Oh, Troy…Troy,” was all she could say as she twisted her shoulders, pulling back slightly.

“I just gotta see your tits, Aunt Leigh,” he managed to get out in a voice crackling with desperate sincerity. “Just let me see ‘em? Let me see your tits.” It was a half-plea, half-order.

She shivered at the lusty desperation in his words; her arms fell to her sides, helpless, passively allowing her randy nephew to undress her. And now, for the very first time, young Troy was treated to the splendid sight of his Aunt Leigh’s pert, small-mounded breasts exposed in all their naked glory. They hung invitingly on her heaving chest, two neat handfuls, softly rounded, lightly sweaty, with soft pink nipples; delicate small tits that were just begging to be cupped and fondled and made love to.

The boy’s hand came up; hesitant fingers lightly touched his aunt on her left breast. She quivered and sucked in a ragged breath of air, and closed her eyes at the first touch of that masculine hand. Troy closed his hand on the soft swell, lifted the tit on curved fingers, rubbed and fingered his aunt’s silky smooth breast as his covered prick surged up in impossible tightness. By now, he was so wildly excited, he was barely able to contain himself. For the horny teenager this was such an unbelievable moment, feeling up his aunt, while she let him do it to her; even wanted him to do it! It was a dream come true! Leigh’s breasts rode on her undulating chest just inches from her nephew’s wondering eyes; nipples sticking out like tiny eraser tips.

He couldn’t resist burying his face in the inviting softness of that modest bosom, running his tongue all over an elegant curve, lapping at the stiff, pliant nipple, while the woman shivered, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Leigh let out a low moan; abruptly reached down to grab his young cock right through the thin cotton underpants, clutching his penis, holding on, squeezing with the urgency of upwelling of lust.

The audacious move electrified the randy teenager; immediately set him firing off. He groaned and pitched forward, but she held on, pumping his pulsating prick in her fist while the helpless boy grunted, climaxed and generously creamed his pants in furious eruptions that just went on and on and on. For Troy it was a climax, but it was by no means the end.

*****

After an interlude when the two lovers regained their equilibrium, Leigh was the first to move. She slowly rose to her feet and slipped into her robe, cinched it around her narrow waist, and stepped into her slippers, all the while avoiding her nephew’s eyes. The she turned to look down at him where he lay on the bed. He was looking up at her with his best boyish grin, and she managed a wry smile in response to the irrepressible optimism she saw in his eyes.

“Troy, you’re a wonderful boy, and I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy that. But what we did was wrong. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Now go to sleep. I’ll be right back.”

And with that she left him alone, to make her way down the hall to the bathroom. Troy peeled off his sticky cum-soaked underpants, tossed them aside, and used a tissue to wipe his depleted cock. But he made no move to retreat back to his cot at the foot of the bed. Instead he sprawled out on top of the sheets, taking the place his aunt had just vacated.

And that was the way she found him when she got back, buck naked, and propped up against the pillows, his loose legs sprawled open, and his somnolent manhood left so casually exposed that she couldn’t help but notice the flaccid penis the minute she stepped into the room. She took in his reclining naked body: the blunt slabs of his smoothly sculpted chest, practically hairless, with just the lightest fleece; his tapering nude torso, taut, flattened belly; and of course…his cock -- that beautiful teenaged cock that he lightly fingered as she watched. She couldn’t get enough of that lusty young penis, so sensitive, so vibrant and strong, ready to spring up and present at the slightest provocation. She longed to touch him even now.

“Oh…,” she came up short in the doorway. Then quickly reached behind her and closed the door. She straightened to her full height and said in her most authoritative tone: “That’s enough, Troy. It happened. It’s over, that’s all. Now put something on, and go to bed. We’ll discuss this later.”

“Ahhh…but Aunt Leigh,” he whined like a disappointed little boy. “I thought you wanted to read. See I want to read too.” He reached under the pillow and took out the familiar paperback. “Remember this book, the one about the place where all the bad girls getting spanked. I guess I kinda told a lie before. Ya know, I didn’t get this book at the airport. I brought it with me from home. You’ll never guess where I found it?”

The blood drained out of Leigh’s face. She stood aghast, stunned, she could only look on in disbelief, horrified at what was happening to her. She had been exposed, her dirty little secret revealed…and to her nephew, a randy adolescent boy. She stood aghast; the terrible import of his teasing words brought Leigh’s world crashing down around her. Now there was no doubt in her mind, her worst fears had come true. He KNEW! The boy had found her stash of s/m books, and he knew her dirty little secret. The middle-aged woman flushed like a school girl, her cheeks burning with deep humiliation. She dropped her eyes to the floor, unable to meet that smug, self-satisfied grin.

The stricken woman summoned up her courage. “Give me that book, Troy.” She managed to get out in a strained voice that tried to regain authority. Her mouth was dry, and she held her body rigid.

“Ah, come on Aunt Leigh, don’t be like that,” he wheedled. “I know you like to have fun..like we just had before. You know.” His hand went to his crotch and he began to idly finger his limp penis. “Like when you grabbed my cock. You went right for it. You like my cock, didn’t you?” he teased.

Leigh stood felt a twinge in her groin. She stood speechless, watching as he patted the bed beside him.

“Now take that robe off, and come over here. You’ve been a bad girl, Aunt Leigh, and you know what happens to bad girls.”

His dirty talk licked through her, cut her to the quick. She hesitated, torn in an agony of indecision. Knowing this was crazy, still…

“Let’s go…get undressed.” The words came out calm, and with a certain cool authority surprising in one so young.

The woman couldn’t believe this was happening to her! He moved to the corner of the bed, and stared at her. There was something about the self-confident way he beckoned her to the bed, that made her unable to resist. The boy she knew seemed so much the man, a man who knew what he wanted. A man who wanted her. She knew she was about to be taken over his knee and spanked. It had been a fantasy of hers since girlhood. She shivered with the cold chill of wicked, illicit lust. Then her hands rose up, disembodied, moving with a life of their own as they opened her robe, drew it back off her shoulders, let it fall to the carpeted floor to leave the woman standing before the boy in her shorty pajamas. And she came to him, like some lovely android moving in response to invisible forces.

Troy swallowed down the lump of fear in his throat. It was a critical moment. She might denounce him, resume her adult role as his legal guardian, maybe even turn him over to the police. He waited incredibly keyed up, hardly daring to breathe.

Part 3

He almost shouted for joy when he realized she would do none of those things. A thrill of wild elation shot through him when he saw his aunt begin to move and realized: the woman was quietly undressing at his command. And when she came to him, still without a word, Troy thought he had died and gone to heaven. Here was his dream come true! She too her place beside him on the bed, still expressionless, staring straight ahead.

“Let’s get this thing off,” he husked, reaching for the shiny satin bedjacket. Once again she let the boy undress her, this time sitting on the bed, her hands in her lap, staring off into space. She didn’t resist but left him lift her limp arms and draw the jacket off. He smiled. Then he put an arm around her and pulled her to him.

“Over my lap,” he croaked in a heated whisper. She shivered. And incredibly…she did it! The exquisite, practically nude blonde moved to lay down, arranging herself across her nephew’s opened thighs, legs angling down till her toes touched the carpet, head and shoulders resting on the bed.

It was only when she obediently stretched out across his lap, that it came to him in a blinding flash: this woman, this attractive, mature, sophisticated woman was his! She had done it; had assumed the classical spanking position for him, placing her lovely bottom in his hands! He stared at the tautly-stretched seat of his aunt’s panties; his cock surging with lively interest. He widened his knees, shifting her dead weight so that his upright prick pressed against a solid pantied hip. Ever go gently he placed a hand on the fully packed seat of those silvery pink panties, and began using his fingertips to rub the slippery fabric all over the twin curves of his aunt’s panty-clad butt

Leigh was incredibly keyed up as she lay there, over her nephew’s lap, holding herself tense, breathing deeply, every nerve in her rigid body tingling. If it was all wrong, it didn’t matter now. She let herself drift; beyond caring. She wanted only one thing: this beautiful boy’s hard young body; wanted him to use her, to take her. She felt his erection, his hard young cock, pressed solidly against her hip. And now she lay submissively waiting for him, as it fully dawned on her: what she must look like sprawled out over his lap. There was no doubt about it. She was about to be spanked...to be punished like a little schoolgirl! The thought sent a shiver of lust through her and she couldn’t help wiggling in his lap. The sensual wriggling of those pantied hips incited Troy, urged him on. She felt herself being shifted in his lap, her loins lifted as his fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties. Then the silky bottoms were being peeled down to expose her butt to her nephew’s wondering eyes.

Troy was thrilled, wildly, inanely pleased as his nervous fingers pinched the lacy waistband and eased down Aunt Leigh’s panties. Once he had the pink pajama bottoms spanning her thighs, he paused to consider the bare rearend that he had exposed, poised so perfectly over his left thigh, silently admiring the neat symmetry of those twin contours, the narrow crack, the purse of her pouting sex tucked into the wispy pale pubic hair that peeked out where the undercurves met. He brought up a hand to cup and lightly squeeze the satiny smoothness of those high-curved domes. She tensed reflexively at the thrill of his first touch, but instantly relaxed. Troy was in heaven, to have his aunt’s gorgeous ass so nicely served up, and just waiting for him. He let his hand rest on the firm, proud contours of the blond woman’s newly-bared bottom: pleasingly rounded, pliant, yielding and soft, yet deeply firm, so unspeakably perfect!

He used the pads of his fingertips to trace the seductive curve of that smooth white bottom, over the crest, and down the bulging slope to travel along the undercrease to the place were the rearcheeks met. Between the smiling undercuves, a tuft of silky blond hair marked her peeping vulva. He poked his finger in there, right between her tight cheeks and the girl on his lap, yelped, jerked her shoulders upward, her hips squirming in mounting excitement at the intimate sally of his probing finger. She bit off a tiny whimper.

By now young Troy was burning up, hot and sweaty, flushed with sexual desire, his body tingling with randy anticipation. His straining upright prick pressed against a naked hip, as his cupped hand passed up and down the twin curves of his aunt’s bottomcheeks, relishing the satiny smoothness of those firm fleshy mounds.

With splayed hand he spanned that perfectly irresistible rearend, happily playing with the wobbly cheeks, palming, deeply fondling those plump mounds. Leigh couldn’t help responding to the deep pleasure of a strong encompassing hand slowly caressing her naked bottom. She luxuriated in the delicious feel of that big warm, masculine hand that cupped her right cheek, curved around the silky smooth curve, fingers digging into her rearcrack. He squeezed; languidly felt her up. He lifted the hand a few inches and brought it down, to deliver a light pat, testing the bouncy resiliency of one impertinent cheek: so white, so soft, so vulnerable. The experience of playing with his aunt’s ass had Troy incredibly hard, his throbbing penis aching with intolerable readiness.

By now, the incessant fondling was also getting to the mature healthy woman whose urges had so long been denied. She lay waiting over her nephew’s lap, trying to hold herself still as her body tingled with anticipation. She closed her eyes and whimpered; tried to stifle the growing sense of excitement that caused her hips to twitch, sent her body helplessly squirming with the niggling tickle of arousal.

Troy let his hand come to rest spanning the womanly ass. And he let it lay there possessively, giving Leigh’s bottom a light pat, while he began teasing her.

“You like this, don’t you Aunt Leigh? See I know all about you and those dirty books you read. Books about guys that spank girls…and they love it, don’t they. Those girls get off by being spanked. And that’s what you like too, isn’t it?…you bad girl you.”

Not a sound came from the inert body stretched across his lap.

“Well!”

He clamped a vulnerable rearcheek, tightened, squeezed hard. Leigh's shoulders jacked up, her head craned back, and she gave out with a tight lipped grunt, as digging fingers clenched her fleshy rump in a vise-like grip.

“Ooowl, Troy, please, you’re hurting me!” She arced back, twisting in his lap.

“Then say it, Aunt Leigh. Tell me you want to be spanked!” His fingers tightened on a handful of assflesh.

“Okay..okay. Yes, I ..want to be spanked!”

Troy released the throbbing cheek and grinned down at the blushing butt. He was enjoying himself!

“Say, ‘I’ve been a naughty girl, Sir, and I deserve to be spanked. Say it!” He grabbed another handful of flesh and squeezed to give emphasis to his words.

“Ow! …Okay. Stop. Please, stop. I …I’ve been a naughty girl, and I deserve to be …spanked. The deeply humiliated woman managed to get out in a rushed whisper.

“Now say, ‘Please spank me, Sir’.”

“Please spank me, Sir,” he heard the searing words come out in a tiny voice, half muffled by the mattress in which she had buried her face.

Troy smiled to himself, and widened his knees, shifting the mature woman who was lying across his lap, begging to be punished, like a little girl. At this point, she was his; a surge of masculine pride welled up in his chest. To have the woman…to possess her….to own her. Today he was a man, and he owned that gorgeous ass! He released the throbbing rearmound, raised his hand up, and brought it swiftly down, solidly whacking Leigh's vulnerable behind.

SMACK!

“Yeeouch,” the woman yelped, twisting in the boy’s lap.

Again, he slapped that upturned ass; a glancing smack that sent the wobbly mounds juddering as Leigh’s blond head shot up and her body arched back into a bow.

SMACK!

Now he settled in to spank the woman again...and again, two hard slaps, right across the jiggling cheeks. Her cheeks were soft and supple with an underlying firmness that gave them a delightful shimmy as he lightly slapped that well-placed ass.

SMACK!...SMACK!

The next two were precise smacks, not hard, but each squarely falling on those delightfully bouncy mounds, each getting a tiny yelp from the muffled mouth of his victim.

SMACK!...SMACK!

“Oh that hurts,Troy!” she shrieked, writhing in his lap. He held his hand.

“Troy?” he inquired, his voice detached; curious.

“I...I’m sorry...Sir!” she corrected herself, tensing up, instantly aware of her mistake. He let her lay there and think about it, holding his upraised hand, watching her butt clench in anxious anticipation. The crack of her ass narrowed down to a dark slit, the sides of her cheeks hallowing out as they tightened down in fear of further punishment. He waited, pausing till he saw her butt muscles slacken. Now, he paused to admire the results of his handiwork. His prick was aching with readiness; a powerful rush of excitement rose up to form a lump in his throat, a dryness in his mouth, as he contemplated his Aunt Leigh’s blushing ass; an intense throb of lust rocketed through him. He swallowed it down. Taking a deep breath, he resolved to stay firmly in control.

He would use the pause to spend a little time playing with that pink-tinged bottom. Curious, he poked a pointing finger deep between those cowering cheeks and watched her hips jerk in startled reaction, her butt tighten instinctively at the rude intrusion. Next, he laid a hand on her, spanning her plump bottom, relishing the silken smoothness of those warm, soft mounds. He patted her lightly, affectionately. The cheeks slackened, then clamped once again, at the touch of the index finger that electrified her as he ran up right her hidden valley.

Intrigued, he found her cringing anus, tickling and teasing with a fingernail, while his aunt wiggled her shoulders and whimpered, tight-lipped, into the mattress. And when his curiosity led him to his aunt’s gaping labia, he fingered the slick lips, and dip his fingers in to sample her wetness. And all the helpless woman could do was moan, and shudder in complete surrender.

Now the lad was suddenly seized by the urge to get on with it; to punish those rubbery rearmounds Pressing down with the hand that lay flat on her lower back, he raised his other hand and swung, delivering the promised spanking, slapping the center of the rounded domes, the sweeping tops, the fleshy bottoms, walloping her bounding ass in a furious rain that soon had the lean blonde squirming and yelping, kicking up her heels, fluttery legs flying up in a blur. He joyfully whomped that squirming, agitated bottom in rapid succession, enjoying the dance of delightfully bouncy rearcheeks under the flurry of stinging smacks. The excited lad was relentless, whalloping his aunt soundly, whacking the wobbly cheeks of her bounding bottom until they turned fiery crimson under the repeated impact.

SMACK!...SMACK!....SMACK!....SMACK!..SMACK!

It was only when his palm was stinging, that Troy finally held his hand. Flushed with heat, he sat panting, sporting an achingly hard erection as he looked down on his pretty aunt’s throbbing, freshly-chastised bottom. A shiver of perverse pride went through him. He had done it -- tamed this mature, blond-haired woman who lay heavily across his opened thighs, her only movement the ragged heaving of her shoulders. He brought his tingling hand down to lay it on those reddened mounds, lightly fondling her smarting behind, then pressing into the fleshy mounds in a slow deep-seated rub, while Leigh responded by groaning, and wiggling her hips in sensual delight. Lulled by the warmth of that unexpectedly gentle caress, a dreamy moan came from the direction of her half buried face.

Leigh lay on folded arms, savoring the blissful lull that came with its own warming afterglow. The tension drained from her, and she closed her eyes against the sting and the deep-seated hurt that still lingered in her backside. She was aware that along with the dull throbbing in her behind, there was a new feeling, a growing tingling in her vagina that spread to become a delicious sexual warmth that suffused all though her limp body. It was a curious warmth, blended with the hurt like that, and it produced the first unique stirrings of deep sensual pleasure.

Troy looked down to admire his handiwork, the sight of the furiously blushing cheeks that lay on his lap sent a powerful jolt of lust racing through his virile young body, rejuvenating his already-tight prick with a renewed surge of desperate urgency. He had mastered this woman and now he would take her; use her as a man used a woman, for today Troy knew -- he was a man!

As to Leigh Wingate, she found the spanking to be an incredibly erotic experience, leaving in its wake a deep rutting sexual urge that screamed for satisfaction. Thrown on her back, she surrendered to her masterful boy-lover.

She reached for him, grabbed that gorgeous cock to guide the young man in, eager to open her legs to him, greedy to embrace his hard masculine body. Troy fell forward, driving his erect manhood smoothly right up his aunt’s silky vagina, penetrating her in one swift thrust that had the blond woman tossing back her head and gurgling with deep-throated pleasure.

Her cunt was wet, drippingly wet, and she exploded the moment her penetrated her. Troy, granted extra staying power because of his earlier ejaculation, was now grimly determined to prove he was man by holding on -- to give his aunt a thorough fucking. He began pumping in and out, his hips jogging in easy rhythm with her rocking loins.

Leigh felt the power of an inevitable orgasm building up in her. Her lustful bucking urged the wildly-excited lad to a frenzied pace. He was joyfully fucking the gyrating woman while she bounded up and down on her recently-punished ass. She tightened her clenching arms and legs to clasp the boy to her hungry body, as she absorbed the savage pounding of his hips, the thrusting power of his vibrant young cock in a vagina that ached with need.

Burying his prick in the churning velvety depths of Leigh’s slick cunt, he held himself in place as he arched up. He gave a wiggle to his hips, and heard the woman's answering moan, a low and passionate purr of deep-throated pleasure.

The young man savored the escalation of sheer pleasure that powered through him sending him to the edge. Throwing back his head, he clenched his jaws, every muscle of his body drawn taut; the creamy rise of exciting pleasure was unstoppable. His prick exploded in a burst of pure ecstasy.

And the woman under him shook and trembled, her lean blond body wracked with repeated thrills of orgasmic pleasure. She whipped her head from side to side, urging her lover on in a heated whisper, till she felt him tense, and with his final powerful thrust, felt him coming. The rolling orgasm overwhelmed her, obliterating all in blinding rapture.

*****

That night in the English Country Inn changed everything. They both knew there could be no going back. She wasn’t sure if she as in love with this handsome boy, but she knew she was powerfully attracted to him, wanted him with a deep sense of longing, luxuriated in the sight and feel and smell of his lean, hard-muscled, male body. Maybe it was no more than raw lust, pure and simple. But she knew she wanted him…and he wanted her. Since that night when he spanked her and afterwards she experienced the most incredible lovemaking of her life, he had taken on a new confidence, a self-assurance. Gone was the shy, diffident teenager, replaced by a sure, masterful man. She shivered at the thought.

And that night she became the boy’s willing slave. Wanting only to please him, to see him smile, and silently beckon her to him, to take her place over his lap. She was devoted to him, ready to do his bidding. In public they were still aunt and nephew, while she took charge, doing things tourists did, seeing the sights, shopping while she bought clothes for him, stopping for dinner at some little out of the way places. But once they were back in their rooms, she would undress for him, kneel at his feet -- his lover, his kept woman, his sex slave. She would willingly, even eagerly, submit to a having her bottom warmed, because he so loved spanking her…and, she had to admit it damned well turned her on! She would do anything to serve him, wanting only to please him, to see him smile at her, and silently beckon her to him, to take her place over his lap.

*****

Their double life continued as they made their way back to London. It was there, at the travel agent’s office, that Leigh stumbled upon a villa on the Italian Riviera that had unexpectedly come on the rental market. She was enchanted! The picture was of a modest chateau, tucked away in the hills, overlooking a quaint Italian village and with its very own panoramic view of the azure sea. It was the kind of place where lovers go – lovers who just want the world to leave them alone. It was perfect!

The End