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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 23:58:35 +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... Kristen's collection - Directory 4
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