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Aunt Ally By Nicholas Proxy
PART I
It was a several hour drive to the beach, and the station wagon was
packed with Hamiltons. Little Wendy Hamilton sat in the front,
between her parents, John and Stacy Hamilton. John's parents, Alma
and Roger Hamilton shared the back seat with Wendy's twin brother,
Donald Hamilton. In the way back, where the seat faced backwards, out
the rear window, fifteen-year-old Michael Hamilton sat next to the
only non-Hamilton in the vehicle: his thirty-year-old aunt, Ally
Davis. The AC was broken, so the car was hot, and as was mentioned
before, it was a long, long ride to the beach.
The warmest place in the old Pontiac was certainly the way back, but
Michael was still glad to be there, stuffed between the pile of folded
towels and his Aunt. At least back there he didn't have to
participate in the family conversation, which mostly consisted of
bickering. Besides, Ally lived in Arizona, and almost never came to
visit. Michael hadn't seen her since he was eleven, and back then he
hadn't noticed how pretty she was.. Ever since she arrived, three
days prior, Michael found himself sneaking glances at her every chance
he got. He noticed for the first time how she put her chestnut hair
up with a Japanese comb, and how large her breasts were, and how long
her fingers...
For the first hour of the trip, Michael and Ally had chatted about all
the things aunts and nephews chat about: Michael's J.V. basketball,
driver's ed, and how much he had grown. As they talked, and as the
sun beat down through the Pontiac's back window, Ally had unbuttoned a
few buttons on her gray print blouse; perhaps one too many.
Twenty-five miles ago, Ally had donned her sunglasses, closed her eyes
and leaned her head back on the seat. Michael watched her sleep. He
was fairly inexperienced with girls, and this was the best view of an
attractive woman he had ever known. He watched as a bead of sweat
formed on her long neck and rolled down her chest, disappearing into
her deep cleavage. Ally's loose neckline revealed much of her
breasts, and Michael watched the soft flesh shake gently with the
motion of the car. Michael couldn't quite see any bra, and something
in him wanted desperately to just know the color. After several
minutes of mustering his courage, Michael gently reached over and
lifted the edge of the gray material of Ally's blouse. He gained just
a few inches of view, but enough to see the violet lace of his aunt's
brassiere.
What he didn't know was that Ally was not quite asleep. Beneath her
mirrored sunglasses, Ally opened her eyes just slightly when she felt
Michael touch her blouse. She was alarmed, of course, but managed to
remain still to keep from embarrassing the poor boy. After all, it
was nice that somebody wanted to look. Ally had been divorced six
months prior, and still hadn't had a date since. What could it hurt
to let a kid stare? So as Michael stared at her breasts, Ally stared
at Michael. She could see the focus on his face as he gazed at her
chest. She knew he must be aroused at the view, and glanced down to
be sure. Sure enough, she could clearly make out a hard-on beneath
the fabric of his shorts. She could tell that he had a fairly
sizeable cock, and wondered how long it had been erect. She saw how
it strained against his shorts, and wondered how uncomfortable it must
be. Before Ally had realized it, she had been staring at the young
man's erection for a long time. Ally felt a warmth in her own loins
as she realized just how aroused she was by Michael's attentions.
Ally wondered why, if Michael thought she was asleep, he hadn't given
his cock any of the attention it so clearly needed. She didn't expect
him to take it out, of course, but still, she hoped he would at least
touch it through his shorts. A few more minutes went by, and Ally
decided to make it a personal challenge. Still pretending to sleep,
Ally breathed deeply, making her ample bosom heave and lift. Michael
let out a short gasp at the sight of her boobs, glistening with sweat,
rise and fall. Ally felt another twinge of excitement, but was
disappointed she hadn't gotten the result she sought. She would have
to try something else...
At the sight of his aunt's deep breath, Michael could barely resist
touching himself. He knew that no one could see into the far back
seat, especially since they were facing the rear of the car, but
still, he was wary. Ally had a small quartz on a thin chain around
her neck, and Michael was mesmerized by the sight of the pendant
slipping between her breasts with the jostling of the car. He had
never looked so long at anyone's tits, and he was fascinated by every
curve, every movement.
"Bump!" Called out Mr. Hamilton from the front seat.
As the car bounced through the pothole, Ally slid forward in her seat
several inches. As she did, Michael noticed her loose skirt ride up
on her smooth thighs. For the first time in a half hour, he tore his
eyes away from Ally's beautiful chest. She wore no hose and her
thighs were pale and curvaceous. Another bump and Ally slid lower on
the seat, her skirt riding up so high that Michael knew he could
almost see her panties. He couldn't stand it anymore.
Ally could barely believe what she was doing. She felt like a
teenager, behaving so ridiculously. But as she slid lower in the
seat, revealing more of her upper thighs to her attractive young
nephew, she had to admit she felt a thrill she had barely remembered
she could feel. This would do it.. This had to push him over the
edge. Sure enough, she watched as Michael's hand moved instinctively
down to his shorts. Ally was mesmerized as Michael rubbed his hard
member through the khaki fabric. He moved his hand so easily and with
such a sexy rhythm that Ally couldn't help but escalate.. The car hit
another bump, and Ally let her head flop onto Michael's shoulder.
Michael immediately pulled his hand away, but relaxed when he was
satisfied that his aunt was still asleep. Her new position gave him
the best view yet into her open blouse. She could feel his eyes on
her flesh as his hand moved back toward his shorts. Ally knew that
with her head on his shoulder, she would have a perfect view. Michael
moved his hand slowly down to the elastic band of his shorts, and slid
his hand quietly inside.
Ally let out a quick breath when she realized that Michael was
reaching inside his shorts. Her breast began heaving of their own
accord, and she had to be very careful to convince him that she was
still asleep. She watched as the young man moved his hand beneath the
fabric. She could see that he had wrapped his palm around his hard
cock and was beginning his slow strokes. Her view was so good, she
could even see into his shorts enough to make out his pubic hair. She
still had to imagine his member, but it wasn't difficult because of
the outline through the fabric. Ally could barely believe Michael's
guts. After all, she could wake up any moment, right? But she could
not tear her eyes away as he continued stroking his bulging hard-on.
She watched his strokes get faster and more desperate, and she knew
his eyes where deep between her sweaty tits. She could feel his
body's tension in his shoulders and she knew it would only be another
moment...
"We're here!" Called Mr. Hamilton from the front seat.
In a flash, Michael's hand was out of his pants and Ally was
pretending to wake up. It was an awkward moment, but a quick one. A
few minutes later, the whole family was walking across the hot parking
lot, Ally chatting with her sister Stacy, Michael holding the towels
in front of his crotch.
PART II
Michael had planned to spend the family beach day like any
fifteen-year-old would: watching girls in bathing suits. The incident
with Aunt Ally in the car, however, had been unexpected. He had come
so close to orgasm, and been so shocked by his father's interruption,
that now he was feeling too restless to simply lie on the beach and
look at girls. Anyway, he was too embarrassed to be around Ally. He
knew she had to have been asleep, or she would surely have protested
when he touched her blouse. Still, he had been uneasy around her
since they arrived, and couldn't look her in the eye.
Uneasy. That was exactly how Michael felt, and his awkward frame of
mind had him wandering alone along the boardwalk, while his family set
up the blankets on the beach. He had an older cousin who often talked
about "picking up girls", and told Michael that the boardwalk was an
excellent place for such an activity. But Michael had always been
somewhat shy, and meeting people was not his strength. Still, with
all that build-up inside, maybe today was the day.
The boardwalk was fairly vacant, with many of the booths completely
ignored by the few passers by. Michael saw a few teenagers, but they
were all in groups and passed by without a glance. Michael just kept
wandering around the various tourist traps and novelty shops. He was
no longer hopeful of finding a girl to talk to; he just wanted
something to occupy his time. He saw the basketball booth in the
distance, and started heading toward it. The other guys on the team
joked about what a fix these "shoot a hoop - win a prize" things were,
but there just wasn't anything else to do. Maybe thinking about
basketball would distract him from thinking about sex.
"Hey." Said the girl behind the counter, by way of hello.
"Hey." Responded Michael. He stared at the hoop for a moment, trying
not to stare at the girl. Why hadn't he noticed her before? She was
Latino, maybe with something else mixed in, about nineteen and
extremely cute. Michael snuck another glance as she lit her
cigarette. The girl's hair was long and silky and he noticed the
outline of her young breasts against the thin material of her old
t-shirt.
"Don't bother," she said when her smoke was lit. "It's a fix."
"I know," said Michael. "I play, so I can see that the hoop's too
small."
"Then why'd you come over?" The girl released a thin stream of smoke
from between her lips. Michael saw his opening.
"To talk to you." It was probably the gutsiest thing he had ever said
to a girl. Luckily, she smiled.
An hour later, Michael had found out her name (Rita), bought them both
pretzels, shot 7 for 12 from behind the counter, and made her laugh
six times. Finally, he got the guts to say what was on his mind.
"So, you, uh... wanna go make out?" He said it in a half joking
manner, with his eyebrows going up and down like an idiot. Rita
laughed again at his goofy style. Then she looked him straight in the
eye.
"You bet."
Ally was not having the day she had expected either. She had figured
she would spend the day chatting with her sister, but Stacy was far
too busy chasing Wendy and Donald around. So Ally found herself
wondering where Michael had gone off to. She through a shirt on over
her bikini, wandered up toward the boardwalk and caught sight of her
nephew talking to a pretty girl at a game booth. She was embarrassed
at the pang of jealously that she felt when she first saw the scene,
but quickly shook it off. How ridiculous for her to feel jealous!
Actually, it was interesting watching Michael clumsily try to talk to
this girl, and Ally figured it would be good for her to see him for
what he was: a kid.
After about fifteen minutes of spying on her nephew, Ally decided to
head back to the family. Just then, she saw the girl hop over the
counter and drag Michael behind the booths. On another day, Ally
probably would have smiled and walked away, but after the incident in
the car, her libido was active. She felt she just had to take a peek
at whatever they were getting into. Ally walked between the booths
and saw the two teenagers dart around an old fence. The fence had a
gap between the boards and through it, she could see the secluded
picnic table that the kids had chosen for their illicit encounter.
The picnic table was surrounded by old trailers, but Michael still
felt a little out-in-the-open. Rita hopped up on the table and pulled
him over, reaching her arms around his neck. She was so close, and
Michael kissed her deeply, reaching his hands up the back of her
t-shirt. Rita wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer,
slipping her tongue into his mouth.. Michael felt his cock hardening
for the second time that day as he and Rita rubbed their hips
together.
"Here." Rita took Michael's hand and slid it around from her back..
"Touch me, Michael." She left his hand on her soft belly, but he knew
that's not what she meant.
Michael moved his hand up to Rita's bra, gently caressing her supple
breast with his strong hand. He could feel her nipple stiffen beneath
the fabric, and he massaged her tit deeply. Michael and Rita parted
lips and he kissed her soft neck as she breathed in his ear. He
slipped his hand into the cup of her bra and across her hardened
nipple. Rita gasped, and in a moment her hands were inside his
shorts, caressing his aching erection.
"Let's do it," she said. "Quickly."
Ally couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had expected to see
some kissing, but not this. The girl's jeans were in a ball on the
ground, and Michael was kneading her tits firmly and deeply. She felt
she had to turn away, but when Michael lifted his throbbing cock out
of the confines of his shorts, she had to stare. It was long and
thick and young and she watched as he positioned it at the opening of
the girl's pussy. Ally felt wetness in her own panties and knew that
she was more aroused than she had been in weeks. Before she knew it,
her hand was inside her bikini bottoms, massaging her dripping pussy.
Michael moaned as he felt his rigid shaft slide into the hot wetness
of the Rita's vagina. He had so much pressure built up, he knew he
would soon explode. Each stroke of his cock filled him with pleasure
and brought him closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Rita's body went tense,
and not in a good way. He ears were pricked up, and she held off
Michael's thrusting. Ally was sure she had been heard, and remained
frozen, just like the young lovers.
"My dad," said Rita.
They were the two scariest words Michael could have heard. In a
moment, his cock was back in his shorts and he was looking frantically
for escape routes. Ally quickly backed away from the fence. Of
course, she didn't want to be caught spying, but on the other hand,
she wanted to be there to step in if Michael were attacked by an angry
father. Rita pulled her jeans up like lightening, and called out to
one of the nearby trailers.
"Dad?" She called. "Are you in there? I was just taking a break."
Michael gave Rita a quick kiss and she smiled at him as he dashed out
toward the boardwalk. He emerged from between to game booths just as
Aunt Ally was walking by.
"Uh, hi Ally," he managed.
"Hey kiddo. Just wandering around?" Ally felt a little thrill just
walking next to her nephew, after what she had just seen.
"Did they send you to find me? I mean, is it time to go?"
Ally looked up at the sun. "Yeah, it probably is about that time."
As they walked down the boardwalk, Ally was secretly amused by
Michael's attempts to hide his erection. Twice today, he had
approached orgasm, and twice he had been interrupted before he could
come. "He must be bursting at the seams," she thought. Ally felt two
things as that thought crossed her mind. She felt pity for this poor,
virile young man, and she also felt a tingling arousal deep within her
body. They walked together down the boardwalk, discussing anything in
the world except what was on their minds.
PART III
It was dark as the Hamilton's Pontiac wagon took the onramp onto the
freeway. The little kids were asleep. The grandparents were asleep.
Everyone was settled down for a long trip home. Briefly, Ally had
been resting her head on Michael's shoulder; then on the window to her
other side. She seemed like a woman who just couldn't quite get
comfortable.
"Michael? Do you mind if I put my head on your lap?"
"Um..." Before Michael could think of an excuse, it was too late.
Ally swung over in the seat and lay on her back, her head resting on
his lap. She still wore her mirrored sunglasses, and her yellow
bikini, with a loose shirt knotted at her belly. Michael could barely
keep from staring at Ally's breasts, which moved about on her chest as
she tried to get comfortable.
"Wake me if this gets unbearable," she said, and closed her eyes.
Michael was thankful that he didn't have an erection, but he wasn't
sure how long he'd be able to last. Every jostle of the car caused
her bosom to shake gently in her bikini, right there, before his eyes.
Michael looked out the window and thought about basketball as hard as
he could. He ran drills in his mind, analyzed his rival's fast break,
and tried to remember everything his coach had ever said. After forty
minutes of steady breathing, Michael was convinced his aunt was truly
asleep. He finally allowed himself to glance down at her, to see how
much he could actually see by the passing streetlights.
Michael could clearly see the shape of Ally's nipples, hard beneath
the cups of her swimsuit. He swallowed. This was more than he had
been prepared for.
Ally almost had fallen asleep. She knew that she was probably
tempting her nephew beyond what he could stand, but she was simply too
aroused herself to stop. "How long can he stare at the window?" she
thought. "When is he going to stare at me?" Ally had gotten so bored
of the wait that she had started to drift off. That's when she felt
the stirring against her cheek. Ally carefully opened her eyes. The
sunglasses made it almost impossible to see, but she could tell with
the passing headlights that Michael was gazing at her chest.
Immediately she felt a warmth spread over her body. She also felt
Michael's cock growing inside his shorts. She could feel it harden
against her soft cheek, and could barely resist reacting to the
incredible excitement it caused within her. She didn't get a good
look at it when he was fucking that girl, or earlier on the ride down,
but now, with it pressing against the side of her face, Ally felt she
could picture it perfectly. She just knew that it was a young,
beautiful, rigid cock.
Ally kept her breathing as even as she could. Michael let out a fake
yawn that allowed him to move his hand so that it lay against Ally's
bare belly. As the car hit a bump, Michael moved his hand slightly up
toward her tits, which spread across her chest, barely contained by
the thin yellow material of her bikini. Another bump, and Ally could
feel the edge of his hand brush the bottom of her left breast. She
hoped he would be braver.
He was. Slowly, carefully, Michael let his hand slide over Ally's
round, full boob. She felt his palm glide over her hard nipple, and
his cock pulse against her cheek. Still on the outside of her bathing
suit, Michael's hand softly explored her beautiful tits. His fingers
circled each stiffened nipple before slipping into her deep cleavage.
Ally lay as still as she could, and in a moment Michael slid his hand,
ever so slowly, inside the left cup of her suit. When his finger
found her aching nipple, she let out a very quiet gasp.
Michael froze. Ally knew she had to pretend that she was just having
a good dream. She smiled in a sleepy way, rolled her head slightly
toward Michael and breathed deeply, pressing her soft breast against
his strong hand. Now, with her new head position, she could feel the
shape of Michael's cock against her lips. She could feel the fluid
begin to seep from between the lips of her pussy.
Michael knew he had lost control. When his aunt had pressed her
supple tit against his hand and moved her mouth against his trembling
member, his body began to move on auto pilot. His hand explored her
ample chest without hesitation, massaging and kneading the flesh in
his palm. His fingers felt the roughness of her tightened areola, and
gently rolled and tugged her hard nub. Ally let a wave of warm breath
from her mouth, which Michael could easily feel through his thin
shorts. It was all he could take. It had been a hard day for his
penis, and this was the last straw. Michael knew he would regret it.
He knew it could mean a complete catastrophe for the family, but he
just couldn't stop. He reached his hand toward the waistband of his
shorts.
Ally thought she might faint. The incredible thrill of what was
happening with her nephew, combined with her need to stay still, was
more than she could take. Michael's hands felt so good as they
kneaded the soft flesh of her tits. Her nipples were as hard as she
could remember them being, and she could feel them pressing into his
palm. Suddenly, Michael's other hand moved toward his shorts. He
shifted Ally's head carefully, making room to pull the elastic waist
of his shorts down below his balls. Then he slowly moved her head
back to it's former position. The bare shaft of Michael's raging
hard-on pressed against Ally's cheek, and it's purple head lay against
her lips. Ally's pussy felt as if it was filled with hot oil. She
parted her legs slightly and rolled her hips. It was an invitation.
Ally stopped breathing as Michael's hand left her tits and slowly
moved down toward her bikini bottoms. She felt his fingers slip
beneath the yellow material and right between her warm, yielding lips.
As Michael probed her sopping pussy, Ally lost all control. Her
tongue slipped from between her teeth and glided deftly up the length
of Michael's shaft. There was no longer any point to pretending to be
asleep. Ally took her nephew's throbbing cock between her warm lips
and sucked it into her eager mouth.
Again, Michael froze. As he watched his beautiful aunt's head bobbing
slowly up and down on his aching cock, his mind went totally blank.
All he knew was the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his
body. Ally knew that the boy wouldn't last long, so she was careful
to keep her movements slow and deliberate. Plus, the rest of the
family was sleeping only inches away. She let her tongue slowly
encircle the throbbing head of Michael's cock, and felt his body
shudder.
Ally took Michael's hand, and moved it gently inside her pussy. She
put his finger on her slippery clit, and showed him how to massage it
rhythmically. Michael quickly understood, and did his best to give
his aunt the same pleasure she was giving him. As Ally took more of
his cock in her mouth, Michael stroked her pussy with one hand while
he kneaded her tits with the other. When Ally could take no more, she
helped Michael slide two fingers deep into her hole and began
masturbating her own clit. When Michael felt the pulsing contractions
of Ally's orgasm, he finally had his own. His cock throbbed in Ally's
mouth, and she felt blast after blast of come sliding down her throat.
It took several minutes for both of their orgasms to subside. When
they finally did, Ally pulled he nephew's shorts back up over his
grateful cock, and Michael slipped his hand out of his aunt's bikini
bottoms. There was still another hour left in the trip, but they both
spent it sleeping. Really sleeping. Honest.
END
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