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Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 10:17:23 +0000
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Auntie, Mom's Friend and Me PART 1 OF 2
The first awakenings of my sex drive happened when I was about 12. My first
memories of experimentation's with sex were over my Aunt Mary. This woman was my
uncle's ex wife, a woman I always recognized as an undeniably beautiful woman,
in a plastic sort of way. I never seemed to recognize that her body was probably
never as good as I'd imagined, at least not until later years, but it was over
her that I had my first fantasy. I remember the very first time I blew my load.
Mary had actually been in our house that day. I was home from school, for
whatever reason, perhaps a holiday, maybe sick, maybe a Saturday, but Mary was
there. I'd noticed over the days before that my cock became hard, and it felt
good to stroke it whenever it got stiff. The house was small, tiny in fact, but
whenever my mother's friends, of whom Mary was one, came to visit, they would
spend most of their time in the tiny kitchen, talking and laughing and doing
whatever stuff it was that adults did to keep themselves amused, so it seemed to
me. It was easy for me to tell when the women in the house were moving about. It
also happened that women were there quite frequently, as my mother was a
seamstress who did quite a lot of work for friends.
So it was this day that Mary was over, and I'd found that rubbing my penis felt
quite good. In fact, while sitting in the very room next to where my Aunt Mary
and my mother were talking, I felt the urge to caress myself. I slowly
unbuttoned my pants, not at the moment recognizing how dangerous that might be,
and unveiled my erection, which had happened at the thought of Mary. I started
to stroke myself, first slowly, then with more and more urgency, until within
only a minute or so, I felt a release, and a tiny bubble of whiteness spewed
from the tip of my dick. God, this felt wonderful! The sensation was the first
of my life. And it had come over my aunt!
I had copies of Playboy under my bed. Now that I knew what the sensation was
like, I knew what my cock was really for. I'd of course looked at the pictures
before, but they took on new meaning then. It was even later that day, or
perhaps night, that I slid the 'dirty' magazines out from under my bed, and
looked at the centerfolds with new eyes. I was on my bed, on my stomach, looking
at the gorgeous breasts, the mysterious hair that had always fascinated me (and
still does) which looks like a triangle between these women's legs. And I felt
my cock stiffen again. It felt good to feel the pressure of my thickening dick
against the mattress. I wondered what it would feel like to expose my throbbing
cock to the light fur bedspread under me. I thought of my Aunt Mary, the
strawberry blond hair that looked so wonderful, the triangle that I wished I
could see that was probably the same color, and unzipped my pants, and pulled
them down, allowing the shaft of my cock to meet the fur of the covers. Again, I
started moving my hips, and thrusting and dreaming of my sweet Aunt, and started
pumping more and faster and faster until I felt a sweet release, and a big load
of white came out of my dick, and I was pleased...
I was happy with this, and found that the feelings I had were more wonderful
when I thought of my Aunt Mary as I rubbed my dick against the covers, for days
on end. In fact, I'd discovered an even better way to satisfy myself. Putting my
stiff cock between a fur covered pillow and the bedspread, and sliding my aching
cock in and out between them, until the release came. God, it felt unbelievable!
Well, as I said, my mother was a seamstress. And she had many friends who needed
work to be done. And in these days, the women who came to have their wares made
became to regard me as just another piece of the furniture, so to speak. I think
they often forgot in fact that I was a boy. So I got to see things that were
more than I ought to have seen and still keep sexual thoughts away from my ever
horny mind.
My favorite of my mother's friends was a woman of about her middle 40s, which
described both her age and the size of her chest. Her name was Ginny, and she
was impressive in my young mind. She was short, jet black hair, a tight, perhaps
even flattish bottom, but tits that were huge and so noticeable that I'm sure I
had been aware of them even before my sexual interest. I'd had the pleasure of
seeing her run around in a state that no red blooded boy should have to see and
not be able to relieve himself, which, after my discovery, I was doing
regularly.
But there was one day that would live in my mind. Ginny was over, and getting
some new top made. It was her custom, being something of a brazen and lower
middle class woman, that she'd just take off her outerwear and be not the
slightest bit conscious of her...appearance. I was sitting there, on the floor,
looking up, and almost gasped as I noticed something I'd never seen before on
this goddess- like woman in all the times I'd seen her in various states of
undress. I looked up and saw a sheer bra that encased those lovely breasts ever
so gently, and saw to my amazement that the sheerness exposed her aureoles, dark
and half dollar sized, absolutely perfect to match the size and shape of those
gorgeous melons. I couldn't stand it, and slipped off to my bedroom, where I
immediately pulled off my pants, listening intently for any telltale footsteps
signaling trouble, and proceeded to take my cock, now stiff and trembling from
the sight of those massive orbs that I now wanted to suck more than anything in
my life, and started to stroke myself harder and harder until the come
splattered from my dick in an explosion of ecstasy. Oh God, oh God, Ginny, how
I'd love to feel my love pole inside your sweet pussy...
I'd never forgotten the mystery of the dark triangle, either. It had not escaped
my notice that the utter blackness of Ginny's hair had extended itself to the
hair between her legs. Every chance I got, which were not nearly as many as I
would have liked, I stole glances at her pubic area when she was in panties, the
large, womanly kind, not the bikinis I'd experience in later life. I'd look for
those stray wisps of blackness coming out from under those white sheer panties,
and become excited.
I'd found my new fantasy. Every day, I'd dream of undressing Ginny, looking at
that incredible body, touching it, feeling it, licking it kissing it, and
fucking it. And every chance I got, whenever I was home and she was over at the
house, I'd close my bedroom door, and listen through the reverberating of the
house for the voices of Ginny and my mother, and pull down my pants and stroke
my cock while I listened to the voice I wished I would hear in my ear, urging me
to fuck her harder...
I was always careful to listen as closely as I could to the sounds of the
footsteps, which came and went often, as the full length mirror with which the
women always looked at themselves as they tried on the new clothes was inside
the closet door which was right outside my room. So, nervously, I always
listened, worried that one day there would be a knock on my door and that I'd
embarrass myself. One day, it happened. Ginny was over and she was trying on a
new hot pants outfit, which I knew from experience made her look incredibly
fuckable. I heard them in the kitchen, Ginny and my mother, then heard very
little. A moment later, there was knock on my door. I had, of course, my stiff
cock out of my pants, this time, as circumstances would have it, beating away
without the pillow using the friction of my hand, pulling at the skin, and as I
tried in vain to stuff it back in, the door knob twisted, and the door opened.
There, in the door way, was Ginny, black hot pants on and her sheer bra.
God, what now? I stopped, looked up in embarrassment. Ginny looked down at my
shrinking cock, just stood there looking for a moment, no expression on her
face, perhaps the trace of a smile on her lips. As I turned to try to hide my
penis, she said, "I was just coming in to ask you what you thought of this new
outfit." To which I replied in a mumbled voice something about it looking good.
What was I going to do? My mother was going to find out now, and how would I
stand the humiliation?
I buttoned my pants, and sat down, numbed. Figuring the worst, I was waiting for
another inevitable knock on the door expecting to have to explain himself.
Moments later, I heard voices in the kitchen, too embarrassed to even try to
listen. The voices seemed to go on for a very long time, and I couldn't imagine
what the two women could possibly be discussing for so long a time. I was
beating it, and that was all. Presently, I heard the back door open, and someone
go out, a car start, and pull out of the drive. Now I'd had it, I was thinking,
Ginny's gone, and my mother is going to let me have it.
There was that knock on the door. God, I thought. "Yeah, come on in," I said in
resignation. The door opened, and I was in shock. There stood Ginny, still in
her black hot pants, but that was all. Those gorgeous tits, that I'd dreamed of
for months now, were unholstered from their sheer bra, hanging free, the
nipples dark against her pale skin, the beginnings of erectness at the tip. I
was speechless. Despite my shock, the desire for this woman took over my
surprise. She stood there in the doorway like the sultry bitches I'd see in
later life, pornographic movies. Her voice, a bit gravelly as always, said
"Well, what do you think?" I didn't know what to say. "You're mother and I
talked over what I found you doing. It's not a secret to her, you know. She
hears your bed creaking as you play with yourself. I told her what a beautiful
cock you have, and we talked about it, and I convinced her that it was about
time you had the chance to use it. I've see you looking at me when I'm
undressed. I know you want to fuck me. Your mom told me your dad is out of
town, and she said she'd go out for a few hours and leave us alone. Now, do you
want to let me see that sweet penis, darling?"
Almost literally, my jaw dropped. I saw this vision slowly moving toward me,
those luscious mammaries bouncing together as she moved to me. "Pull you pants
off," she said, almost demanding. I did what she told me, now showing her my
naked cock, now standing stiffly again. She came over to me, and knelt down. She
took the shaft of my dick, actually now harder than it had ever been before, and
started to stroke it. I lasted all of about a minute before spewing into her
face and hair, as she'd kept herself that close. She loved it. Being as young as
I was, my dick stayed hard. She obviously wanted more. With some of my come
still on her face, she leaned closed, and started to lick the head of my still
swollen dick. Her tongue went all over, then up and down the shaft, until I came
again, in her mouth. I wanted her badly. She stood up, and gently pushed me into
a seated position on my bed. She moved her big pretty tits into my face, and
urged me to suck those huge dark nipples which were harder than I would have
imagined. Then, she slipped off the hot pants, along with the panties I'd wanted
to see her out of, and let me stare into that thick black bush that I'd dreamed
of for months.
She told me she wanted me to lick her. I didn't know exactly what she meant. But
she showed me. She lay back on my bed, and spread her legs. It was glorious,
looking a that cunt, which was glistening with wetness. "Be careful, and put
your finger in me." I did. "Go in and out." And I did, faster, as she started
breathing harder. "Oh God, take out your finger and lick where you were
fingering," she panted, and I did, tasting my first musk, which I then didn't
want to stop. She bucked and swayed, and then, right when I couldn't stand it
any more, she said "Get on me and fuck me, you little fucker." And I fucked her
wildly, while she lay back and moaned and came. I fucked her about 4 times in
the little bit of time we had that day.
After the experience I'd had, I was sexually in love with Ginny. I was sure I'd
always want to fuck her. I'd finally gotten to see every inch of that delightful
wench that I'd always dreamed of. She was far from perfect, of course. I saw the
bulge of fat around her belly, which I in fact found sexy. Those tits I'd seen
as perfect were heavier and had some stretch marks, her legs had cellulite, but
none of that mattered. I'd eaten, sucked, fucked her, did everything a man can
do to a woman.
I wondered how I'd be able to face my mother, though, even though it sounded
certain that she'd given her 'blessing'. The phone rang, and I picked it up. My
mother, oh God. But she was short with me, wanted to talk to Ginny. I handed her
the phone, heard some words, and she hung up. "Your mother will be home in 10
minutes. She's tired, wanted to know how things went. I'm going to get dressed
and meet her outside." "Can't you stay and be with me when she comes home?," I
asked, not wanting to face that alone. "No, it will be okay. We'll be doing a
lot more of this. I need to talk to your mom about that, alone."
Great. She dressed, stood there in front of me, made exaggerated movements
designed to show me more of her tits and that delicious cunt, let my run my
hands through her pussy hair before she put her panties on. I didn't want her to
leave. But I heard my mom's car pull in, and she was gone. I stayed in my room,
not wanting to face mom. Later on that evening, I had to venture out. I didn't
know what my first encounter with mom would be like; I was very nervous. But it
wasn't any problem. She was sitting on the sofa, and when I walked out, all she
said was "I was wondering when you were going to come out of there." And she
smiled a bit.
I knew my mom had known about my masturbation. At least once, she'd knocked on
my door when I was shaking my bed, and I'd heard an admonition beyond the door
to stop doing that. She knew, all right. But it wasn't like I lived in a
particularly prudish family. Nudity wasn't unheard of in my house. I'd walked in
on my mother in the bathroom many times, and she'd not made any particularly big
deal about my looking at her breasts or the rest of her body, although she would
not be obvious, and covered herself relatively shyly. But I was naturally
curious about the female body, and she wasn't about to let her hang-ups get in
the way of normal healthy development. I'd heard things in the past years about
my mother, offhand comments by my father, words that as I grew older led him to
the conclusion that my mother was not a very sexual being, didn't like sex much,
wasn't much interested. But I'd seen enough, of my mother's body, often enough,
to know that she was built rather nicely for sex. She was in decent shape, mid
40s, like Ginny, big breasts, though not nearly as big as hers, brown hair that
darkened in the pubic patch. I'd always wanted to stare more between her legs,
but I could never do it, as I could never have been that obvious. Yes, she was
okay, as a woman, though I'd never thought of her in that way.
But my experiences with Ginny kept going. Ginny would come over when my mother
knew my father would be away, and there were times when Ginny would come to get
me to take me back to her house where we would fuck and suck until I couldn't
get it up any more. She was the world's best fuck, I thought, and I loved her,
or at least my cock did.
So it was even more amazing when something new and different happened in my
life.
One night, when I was reading in my room, I'd heard my mother running her
nightly bath water. Quite ordinary. I heard her slip into the tub, heard the
splashing of the water, thinking nothing of it, maybe thinking of my sweet
Ginny. Again, my father was away, and I felt I should have done something about
getting Ginny over, but I knew she was working this night. Maybe I'd get to fuck
her later on in the week, I thought. And again, I heard the slip and slide of my
mother getting out of the tub, heard the sounds of her preparing herself after
her bath, and kept on reading. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my
door. "Can I come in?" "Sure," I said. My mother was wearing the usual bathrobe,
the one she always wore in the evenings after her bath, the one she wore as she
sat on the couch and watched TV. I wasn't worried about some embarrassing talk
about Ginny coming from her anymore. I felt that the three of us had come to a
common understanding. So I was a bit surprised when she sat down on my bed
across from me, and started asking questions.
"I know we haven't spoken about this before, but I was wondering how things with
Ginny are?"
I wasn't sure what she meant, and I was getting very nervous all of a sudden.
God, what if she's decided it's wrong and I can't fuck her anymore?, I thought.
"Well, what exactly do you mean, Mom? I mean, she's great. You know what we're
doing, right? I mean you guys talked about it the first night she was here, and
I thought everything was cool, and..."
"You must really think she's something, though, to want to be with her all the
time. I would have thought a girl your own age would interest you more, wouldn't
have thought a 43 year old woman would get you that hot..."
"Mom, it's kind of embarrassing to hear you say a woman gets me hot, ya know..."
Continued in part 2...
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