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Aunt Abby's Boarding House
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The following story is true and deals with things, which happened involving my
Mothers Aunt and me during World War II. I will be 73 years old in December,
2001and have thought about these events frequently over the last 60 years. I can
tell you two things of which I am certain. First, I am convinced that none of
this would have happened if it wouldn't have been for the war. Second, I did not
then, nor do I now feel as if I was abused in any way.
I had just turned 13 when the war broke out in December of 1941. My Dad was in
the service prior to the war and was sent to England in June of 1941. We did not
see him again until early in 1946. Mom and I lived with her parents in rural
Iowa. I was small of stature for a boy 13 years old. I was about 4'3" and
weighed about 65 pounds. I was mentally developed, but not physically. I had yet
to go through puberty. People just assumed that I was 7 or eight years old and
treated me as such.
In early January of 1942, Mother decided she and I would move to Chicago so she
could get a good job in one of the factories involved in the war effort. Mom's
Aunt Abby lived in Chicago and had turned her home into a boarding house. Aunt
Abby was my Grandfathers sister and married an older man from Chicago. He passed
away several years ago and she turned their home into a boarding house for
single women.
Mom and I took a single room in this big rambling house. The room consisted of a
small single bed for Mom, a fold up cot for me and a dresser with a washbowl and
pitcher sitting atop it. The bathroom was down the hall and was shared by all
the boarders. I was the only child in the house. If Mom would not have been a
relative, she wouldn't have been allowed to move in because Aunt Abby had a
strict no children policy. Aunt Abby was a no-nonsense type of person, but she
had a ready smile and was quick with a joke. She was about 50 and had jet-black
hair with streaks of gray. She was about 5'4" tall and weighed about 170 pounds.
She was kind of big with big flared hips and broad shoulders. She had a small
waist for a woman her size and great big breasts. She never had children and all
her family was still in Iowa so she loved having us there. All the women who
lived in the house worked in a factory of some sort. The day after we arrived,
Mom got me set up in school. The following day she went to work on the day
shift, which began at 6am. Because they had to be on the factory floor at 6am
Mom left for work at 5:15. Aunt Abby agreed to take care of me in the morning
and see that I got off to school. Mom did warn her that I slept like a rock and
was it was extremely difficult to wake me up.
That first morning I discovered Aunt Abby had a daily routine from which she
never varied and I suddenly became a part of that routine. She rose at 4am, got
dressed, went down stairs and started fires in both the fireplace in the living
room and the wood burning stove in the dining room. She then make lunches for
the boarders. When the ladies left for the day, she then came to our room and
took me to her room where I would stay until time to leave for school. I was not
used to getting up that early, but the first morning I was wide-awake and full
of anticipation. I had never been in my Aunt's room and was surprised at its
large size. There was a small bed like the one Mom slept in except it was pushed
up against the wall and had a small nightstand with a lamp sitting on it. There
was a large couch, a big chair with an ottoman, a dresser and large floor model
radio. There was also a washstand, which contained a china washbowl, pitcher for
fresh wash water and a chamber pot sitting on the floor next to it.
When we entered the room, Aunt Abby told me to lay down on the couch and go
back to sleep. I did as I was told except I was not sleepy. Aunt Abby came over
and pulled the blanket up to my chin and kissed me on the cheek. She then
reached up and pulled the string to turn off the single light bulb hanging from
the ceiling in the middle of the room. This left the room illuminated by the
small lamp on the nightstand. Aunt Abby moved around the room for a minute or
two and then went over to the closet and opened the door. She removed her dress
and slip hanging them up on one of two hooks on the back of the door. She stood
before me in her white cotton panties and bra. I really didn't think much of it
since I had seen my Mom in her panties and bra almost every day of my life. At
that moment she was just my Aunt changing her clothes. I watched as she
unhooked her bra, took it off and hung it on the doorknob. Her breasts hung
down off her chest like two large teardrops. They were sort of flat at the top
then becoming big and globe shaped at the bottom. At the bottom of each breast
was a big dark brown spot, which had a very pronounced nipple about one inch
long at the very end of the breast. She placed one hand under each breast,
pulled them up and rubbed them together for a moment. She then put her fingers
in the waistband of her panties and adjusted them by pulling them up slightly
over her big hips. She took a heavy gown off the other hook on the door, pulled
it on over her head and closed the closet door. As she started across the room,
I closed my eyes very quickly and pretended to be asleep. I opened my eyes
again just in time to see her pull her gown up almost to her waist before
getting in the bed. At 7am when she woke me up, she was fully dressed and ready
to start the day. She fed me breakfast and I went off to school. The routine
didn't change for the next three weeks. Every day was the same. My Aunt woke me
and took me to her room where I pretended to be asleep while watching her
undress and put her nightclothes on. Then one morning when I woke up it was
colder than normal. When I laid down on the couch in Aunt Abby's room I was
shivering. Aunt Abby changed into her gown and got me up off the couch. She
told me to get in the bed with her. She led me to her bed, pulled her gown up
to just below her buttocks and got into the bed. She moved over and placed her
back against the wall so she was facing me and held the covers up for me to get
in the bed. I got into bed and turned over on my side with my back to her. She
put her left arm over me, placed it around my waist and pulled me to her very
tightly. The warmth of her body was indeed welcome on such a cold morning. I
shivered slightly and she pulled me closer, rubbing my chest and stomach
through the fabric of my long johns. I fell into a very wonderful sleep. The
next morning was the same except Aunt Abby told me to get right in her bed as
we entered her room. I watched her dress and when she was about to get into bed
I told her I had to pee. She told me to use the chamber pot instead of going
down the hall. She got in the bed as I walked across the room. When I bent over
to remove the lid from the chamber pot I looked over at my Aunt. She was laying
in the bed propped up on her elbow watching to make sure I didn't pee on the
floor. I unbuttoned the fly on my long johns and took my penis out. As I stood
there peeing, I looked over at Aunt Abby and she smiled at me. It was cold and
when I finished I placed the lid back on the chamber pot and ran back over to
the bed. In a few moments I was warm and comfy wrapped up in my Aunt Abby's
arms. I went right off to sleep. My sleep was disturbed a short time later by
my Aunt Abby moving me in the bed. I was being turned over to face her. I heard
my Aunt's voice comforting me and telling me to go back to sleep. She had
turned me over to face her, moved me down slightly in the bed and positioned
her right arm under my head. I was now fully awake, but pretended to be asleep.
My face was resting on her right breast. I could feel her breath on my
forehead. We lay like this for a few minutes and then my Aunt very softly spoke
my name, I guess to see if I was asleep. I did not answer. In a few moments she
moved my leg slightly and placed her hand at the opening of the fly on my long
johns. Her hand entered the unbuttoned opening and found my penis. She lightly
touched both my penis and scrotum for several minutes. My uncircumcised penis
responded by becoming erect. I had never felt anything like this, my penis had
been erect before, but, no one had ever touched it in this way.
I could both hear and feel my Aunt's breathing becoming faster. She removed her
hand from my penis, reached up and unbuttoned several buttons on her gown. She
pulled the gown away so my face was now touching the bearskin of her breast. She
adjusted herself slightly so that my lips were actually touching the nipple and
my breath fell right on it. I felt her nipple grow larger and move across my
lips with each breath she took. Again I felt her hand on my right leg. She
pulled on the fabric of my long johns until it was well above my knee. She then
raised her hips and pulled the heavy gown up above her waist. She raised her
left leg and pulled my right leg up and bent it at the knee, placing my knee
between her legs. I felt the softness of her cotton panties on my knee and
something warm, soft and moist. I could also feel the stubble of hair on her
inner thighs. My penis was pressed against her soft belly. She began to slowly
move her hips and rub my knee deeper into that warmth. I felt it become warmer
and more moist. Instinctively I guess, I parted my lips and moved my mouth
around her nipple. We both froze for a moment, but, I guess when I didn't move
she assumed I was still asleep and began her hip movements again. I could not
help myself, my penis was throbbing with each beat of my heart. I slowly took
the nipple into my mouth and began to very lightly suckle it. With this my
Aunt's hip movements and her breathing became more rapid. She began a very low
almost inaudible moan, which lasted for only a few seconds, and then her body
shook slightly and she relaxed. I still had her nipple in my mouth but as soon
as she relaxed she pulled herself away from me and covered her breast. She
turned over quickly with her back to me. I felt her pulling her gown down below
her buttocks. The fabric of the long john's bunched above my knee was soaking
wet. I lay there in a combination of pleasure and terror. I didn't know at that
point if I had injured her or what had happened. It ended so abruptly. What
seemed as though it would go on forever lasted only about 5 minutes.
In a few minutes, Aunt Abby got up, turned on the table lamp and stood there
looking at me for a few moments to make sure I was still asleep then went over
to the wash stand. She poured fresh water in the bowl and wet a washrag. She
pulled her gown off and removed her panties. This was the first time I had
ever seen a woman nude. I looked at her body as she wiped between her legs
with the washrag.
Her shoulders and arms were big. Her breasts hung from her chest almost down
to her stomach and swayed from side to side as her body moved with the washing
action. The nipples, especially the right one were much longer and larger than
earlier when she changed clothes. Her upper body tapered abruptly as it
approached her hips to form a small waist. Just below her waist was the small
protrusion of her stomach which depending on the movement of her body showed
rings of fat around her waist. Her hips were wide as they flared out from her
waist to form big bulges on the outside of her upper thighs. Her legs did not
appear fat but muscular and well-formed right down to her calves. As she
turned one way then the other during her washing, I saw how her strong back
gently curved into her full well rounded buttocks. As she washed she crouched
slightly and opened her legs. I was afforded a full frontal view of her jet
black pubic hair which started at her navel as a wispy line about 2 inches in
length then abruptly became a mass spreading across her lower stomach and down
between her legs.
My penis was still throbbing. As I lay there looking at my Aunt, I began to
touch myself. I discovered for the first time that when my penis got extremely
hard the foreskin shrank and pulled back against the head very tightly. As I
played with myself the head of my penis suddenly slipped out of the skin and was
fully exposed for the first time in my young life. I was scared at first but,
resisted the urge to pull back the covers and look at it. I touched the exposed
head and it was tender and extremely sensitive. The feeling of touching the head
when exposed was a hundred times better than touching it through the skin.
When Aunt Abby finished washing up and started over to the closet I stopped
playing with myself because I knew she would wake me up as soon as she was
dressed. I faked sleep when Aunt Abby tried to wake me. I finally sat up on the
side of the bed with the covers over my leg. Aunt Abby sat down next to me and
asked if I slept well. She remarked that she thought I was having a nightmare
one time because I was moving around so much. I don't know what caused me to
say it, but, I replied that I wasn't having a nightmare but a very sweet dream.
She just laughed a little nervously and told me to wash up in the bathroom and
come downstairs for breakfast. I quickly gathered my clothes and ran to the
bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my penis. I played with
it until it got hard and then pulled back the foreskin to see the head for the
first time. It was a deep shade of purple almost blue when it first came out of
the skin. As I continued to touch it, it became paler and in a few moments was
a deep pink color. I heard Aunt Abby calling me from down stairs and hurriedly
threw my clothes on and ran down to breakfast. I could have stayed in that
bathroom all day touching myself. It felt like better than anything I had ever
felt before. I went to the bathroom at school that day every chance I got even
if I didn't need to go. I went into the stall and pulled the foreskin back to
touch and look at my penis. All I had to do was get it hard and pull the
foreskin back and the head came right out. That night as I lay awake in my
freshly washed long johns thinking about the events of this morning and my
Aunt's body, my penis began to get harder than ever. I was suddenly stunned to
realize that the head of my penis had popped out of the foreskin all by itself.
I touched myself for several minutes then went off to sleep. The next morning
as I lay in bed pretending sleep and watching my Aunt undress I became aroused
at once when I saw her remove her panties before putting on her gown. As she
walked across the room I noticed the first 4 or 5 buttons on her gown were not
buttoned. By the time my Aunt reached the bed, my penis was hard and the head
had popped out of the foreskin. My Aunt got in bed and laid very still for
about 10 minutes. Slowly I felt her positioning both me and herself in the same
position as the morning before. This morning she jerked slightly in surprise
and became very still for a minute or two when she placed her hand on my penis
and found that not only was it hard but, that the head had freed itself from
the foreskin. I cannot describe the feeling of her soft hand tenderly touching
and caressing the head of my penis.
To this day I can still remember the feeling. She went through the same motions
and actions as the day before except as she gently moved her hips against my
legs she touched the head of my penis with her fingertips and softly, gently
rubbed it against her stomach. I felt more moisture and wetness between her legs
and more audible, prolonged moaning on her part. As for me I suckled a little
harder on her breast and a couple of times touched the tip of my tongue to it.
The session on the second morning lasted about twice as long as the first time.
After my Aunt relaxed she lay in bed for about 15 minutes before she got up. I
watched again as she cleaned herself before dressing and waking me. When she
woke me she asked if I had another good dream and I replied it was the best yet.
She smiled and winked at me. This morning ritual went on for about a week. Each
time my Aunt touched me more and more. I began to receive more pleasure than I
had ever imagined. But, I was just on the verge of finding out what real
pleasure was. On the morning of the eight or ninth day as my Aunt was pleasuring
herself on my knee and touching the head of my penis, I began to be overcome
with wave after wave of a pleasure of my own that I had not experienced up to
this point. Each wave was more powerful than before and suddenly as I crossed
over the top of a wave my penis began to spasm. First slightly then it tightened
and I felt something spurting out of it. I was overcome with pleasure and moaned
out loud. My Aunt jumped what felt like10 feet off the bed as I moaned and the
sperm hit her stomach. I instinctively jumped up with her, my penis finishing
its shower on the bed sheets. My Aunt jumped off the bed and turned on the lamp
adjusting her clothes and buttoning her gown as she stood there asking me what
was wrong. I said I didn't know, that something had come out of me and scared
me. She stood for a minute and collected herself then proceeded to tell me about
boys growing up and wet dreams. She then sent me to the bathroom to cleanup and
never mentioned another word about it. For the next several days, I was back
sleeping on the couch. Then about a week later it got colder than it had all
winter. Aunt Abby told me that morning I could get in the bed with her. As I
watched her undress and put her gown, I saw she did not remove her panties. We
both lay there for a long time very still.
She was probably hoping I was asleep and I was hoping she wasn't. Slowly,
carefully I felt her move. Then I felt her hand on my leg. She slowly began to
move us into position and began to take her pleasure from my knee. I wanted to
know the source of her pleasure and the wetness between her legs. As she moved
her hips back and forth, I placed my arm over her body and around her waist. I
could feel her soft skin and the roll of fat around her waist. I slowly moved my
hand down over her panty-covered hips to the bulge at the top of her thigh. As
soon as I heard her begin moaning I very quickly moved my knee down away from
her crotch and replaced it with my hand. I placed the palm on the inside of her
thigh and my thumb and index finger up against the softness covered by the
cotton material in the crotch of her panties. I began to move my thumb and
finger slowly feeling both the softness and warmth of a woman's pussy for the
first time. The cotton fabric of her panties was wet and was becoming much
wetter as my Aunt responded to my touch. She continued the slow measured
movements of her hips. Her hand found my penis and began to caress it softly. I
very carefully eased my index finger under the cotton fabric and it sank into a
much warmer and wetter abyss. My Aunt was beginning to moan slowly and moved
slightly towards me to lay more on her back. I eased over in the bed slowly and
cautiously until she was able to lay fully on her back. By this time I was
propped up on one elbow with my leg draped over hers and feeling every inch of
her pussy both inside and out with every one of the fingers on my right hand.
All pretense was lost. She moaned openly and I took the nipple of her right
breast into my mouth and sucked on it like never before.
Aunt Abby opened her legs wide to allow my hand greater access. We were both
overcome with desire. I slid my whole body over her right leg and my penis went
right to its mark. Aunt Abby did not resist, instead she raised both her legs
into the air and began to moan and whimper. I came in about 45 seconds with an
orgasm I have never known since with any woman but her.
When we were finished I collapsed on top of her. She hugged me tight for a few
minutes. She then asked me how long I had known what she was doing to me in my
sleep. I told her since the first night. She asked if I was going to tell anyone
and I said no, not ever. That is a promise I have kept to this day. I stayed
home from school that day and stayed in bed with Aunt Abby until noon. Aunt Abby
and I continued this morning routine until my Dad was wounded in Europe in 1944
and sent back stateside. Mom and I moved to Texas where he was stationed. I
never saw my Aunt Abby again.
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