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Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 04:05:40 +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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