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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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