AUNT ANN

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    Although I had spent a large part of my teen years in the company of Aunt Ann or AA as I called her most of the time there were still surprises waiting as I sorted through her things after her death. I had been named executor of her estate for two reasons, one I was the only one named and two I was about the only family she had left. Hell she was the only family I had other than my mother. Let my fill you in on a few things. 
    I was born in 1943 the only child of a navy man. Dad had been at Pearl when the bombs dropped and had been wounded. Not too severely but bad enough to be sent stateside to recover. Mom went to be with him and I was the result. I never met him. I’ve got a few medals [ among them the Navy Cross] and a couple of letters. I gathered he was killed doing something heroic but it took me years to understand why he would choose medals over being with his son. Mom never remarried and in truth never got over her loss.  We lived in a small [ very small ] rural town. Between the size of the place and my birth year there were few kids my own age. Not a lot of births in 43 because of the war. We had a very small apartment on the edge of town and not a lot of money. Mom worked but jobs were scarce and low paying. We did get some money from the V.A. that helped a lot but we still ate a bunch of mac and cheese. The only family we had was Dad’s sister Ann. She owned largish farm set away from anybody else. By the time I was twelve it was within bicycle range of home and as she made me welcome I started spending a lo of my spare time there. At the time I had no idea of just how well off she was except to notice there was better food on the table and a few nice things around. She even owned a fairly new pickup. Later I realized she was also slipping Mom some extra cash from time to time. 
     Now AA was just enough different for folks to notice. For one there was the truck. Women just did not own trucks then even in the sticks where we were. Then there was the fact she had never married. Not such a big deal as maiden aunts were not real rare but still it was something. Some claimed to have seen pictures in magazines with her name on them but most doubted it. I did know she had spent a lot of time overseas before and during the war but I had no idea what she was doing over there or even where over there was. And last in a town where everybody had an account in every store in town AA always paid cash for everything. A very welcome habit to the storekeepers but one more thing to talk about. Still and all she treated me fine and allowed me to come and go as I wished within the accepted limits adults demanded of kids. In the end that was more important than town gossip. 
    She was also the one that introduced me to photography. She was a fine photographer with more than a few good cameras and even had her own darkroom. Black and white only but still the only one I had ever heard of in our parts. She spent a lot of time teaching me about taking good pictures instead of just snapshots. I must have learned something because I went on to make a good living with a camera. 
    There was one other thing that I’m sure was my little secret. AA was rather casual about clothes. She didn’t run around naked or anything but she often was dressed in a manner that would have shocked a lot of the church members. She was a small elfin woman. A little under five feet tall and perhaps ninety pounds. Even at the age of fifty she was very pretty and looked much younger. Always claimed it was due to her active life and the foresight to pick good parents. She had small almost tiny breasts and a slim firm behind. She was fit and active right up to the day she died. Only the wrinkles and laugh lines gave her away.
    If you know anything about fourteen year old boys you know that they think and talk about sex a lot. Well that was me, only there was nobody I could talk to. A definite shortage of boys my own age. A lot eight or ten years younger and several a few years older but damn few my age. And the ones that were just didn’t seem to be on the same page I was most of the time. There were several girls but boys were scarce. I enjoyed the target rich environment later but at fourteen girls were just transitioning from playmates to something else.  Something strange and scary. As it worked out I got most of my dream material out at the farm. By the time I was thirteen I had noticed something about AA. She never wore a bra and was often without panties. Just a loose shirt or blouse over a short skirt or shorts. I developed a habit of watching for chances to peek up, down, or around loose cloth for flashes of the things that were still mysteries to me. Got lucky enough to have a fair number of things to think about when I got the chance to wack off. I knew there were things to do with what I was seeing but I was basically clueless as to just what they were.
    Then one summer day when I was fifteen the boom dropped. I showed up to find the drapes pulled. She sometimes did that when she was working with flash or wanted a darkened area to photograph so I really didn’t think much about it. In fact I was kind of excited, I usually got a few good looks at things as she was bent over the viewfinder. Man I was dumb, I’d been looking at her private parts for two years and really believed she had not noticed. Anyway I walked in to find her dressed in a thigh length robe. She threw one at me and ordered me to go in the other room and strip except for the robe. Confused and a bit scared I had no choice but to comply. 
     When I returned to the room she was sitting on the couch looking at me with a small smile like she had a secret. A couple of glasses of wine were on the coffee table as she motioned me to take the chair in front of her. Then she hit me right between the eyes. I can still remember her exact words to this day. “All right Jeffrey, we need to talk. You’re fifteen and soon you’ll be a man and there’s things a man needs to know. Your father should be giving you this speech but he’s not here so I’m stuck. Well maybe I can do a better job anyway. I assume you like girls. Since you’ve been staring at whatever part of me that you could peek at  for the last two years I guess you must like what you see. Am I correct?”  Man, I was busted. I managed to stammer something in reply but I have no idea of what I said. She went on. “Don’t worry about it. If I minded I’d of put a stop to it when it started. Besides a girl likes to be admired. Your looking is normal and you have been fairly careful. What you didn’t, couldn’t, know was you were set up. I knew this day would come but I wanted it to come in such a way as not to shock you too badly. Drink some wine and hang on tight boy, the ride gets bumpy from here on.”
    She proceeded to quiz me on everything I knew, thought, or suspected about sex and girls. Now I was a country boy so I had the basics down from watching various dogs, cattle, and horses but I must admit I was somewhat fuzzy on just how much of what I saw applied to humans. I figured there was more to it than just jumping on, biting the back of her neck, thrusting a few times before unloading in her and then getting off and going back to grazing. 
    At first it was hard to talk about sex with her but she was brutally frank and honest with me. Besides she insisted on using the same words I had heard from the other kids. I tried to use what I thought were the proper words but she stopped me, “ Hell boy, the only person I’ve ever used the word virgina with is old Dr. Green. Everybody else calls it a cunt, pussy, box, or any number of other names. Just like I doubt you call that thing between your legs a penius. Its your cock, dick, rod, or something else. And I can damn well guarantee that you don’t dream of my breasts when you whack off. Tits, boobs, knockers,  rack, but not breasts. 
Just forget trying to be formal and answer the questions. People call me your maiden aunt but that’s only half accurate. I’m your aunt but I’m sure as hell no maiden.”
     We must have spent a couple of hours just talking before we took a break. By then I had learned a lot. I figured we were through but I was wrong. I left to take a pee break and when I returned there was a low stool setting in front of AA. Before I could do more than notice it she stood and removed her robe. Under it was nothing but a nude aunt. I just froze in place with my mouth open in shock. Well I was in shock but I was still a fifteen year old boy seeing the first nude woman of my life. My eyes were not frozen and man were they getting a good look. AA was still something to look at. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her small body. Her tits were a little larger than I had thought but there was almost no droop in them. She did a slow turn to display herself to me and I was treated to the sight of her small firm ass and her amazingly sexy back. Even today, years later I remember her as one of the sexiest women I have seen. By the time she was facing me again my robe had an embarrassing tent in it and when she caught my trying to hide it she reached over and removed my rode. Oh shit. For the first time I was naked in front of a woman and I had a hard on to boot. Unfortunately the ground didn’t swallow me up and the sun kept shining. 
    Her laughter was not what I wanted to hear right about then but before I could react to it she managed to control herself. “ No Jeff  I’m not laughing at your hard on which by the way is a very nice one. It’s just that the look on your face was priceless. Goddamn that look alone was worth the whole thing. The hard on is just a nice bonus. Told you a girl likes to be admired and it’s proof you like what you’re looking at. So go ahead and get a good look. That’s why we’re naked. Most people would use pictures for this but I think real bodies are ever so much better. Besides getting used to being around a naked girl and relaxing about it will make you a better lover someday.  Now relax, we are not going to have sex. We will explore things but this is school not playtime so pay attention.”
   She sat me down on the stool and proceeded to expose every part of her body to my close up examination. And I mean every part. Along with a look I got commentary on how to touch, handle, kiss, and otherwise use each part. I learned just what was hidden by the lips of a pussy and what each part inside the cunt was and how to pleasure a woman with them. She was shameless about her body as she actually masturbated in front of me as a way of showing me what a woman liked. Then there was the dildo she used to explain how different positions led to different angles and feelings. Once or twice she stopped and ordered me to jack myself off just to release the pent up desire. Her plan to relax me must have worked otherwise I would have rather died first. But I not only managed to do it but it was a very exciting experience. And she was right, although we were both naked and talking all this sex stuff there was no sex between us, just a teacher teaching and a student learning. By the end of the day I was both exhausted and thrilled by the experience. 
    From that day on our relationship changed as I’m sure she expected it would. No longer did I have to sneak peeks.  We were often nude together to the point of swapping back scrubs in the shower but it never went past a relaxed friendship. One of the big regrets in my life is the fact that we never made love. She was the first love of my life but it was a platonic one. Ah well, such is life and I am very grateful for her love and lessons. 
    She also started teaching me a lot more about photography. I must have taken thousands of pictures under her watchful eye. Taken and developed in her lab. As I look back she had to have invested a small fortune in film, paper, and chemicals. I also was privileged to shoot her in the nude. Lots of nude studies. Anybody can shoot naked pictures but most of them turn out looking dirty. It’s hard to take good nude shots, classy ones that are art instead of porn if you know what I mean. She also taught me the business side of it all. How to sell my work, how to protect it, deciding just what was worth selling. Everything that I still use today. I often asked her how come she knew so much about it all but the only answer I ever received was that she had friends in the field and she had learned a lot from them. It was obvious that there was more to it than that but it was her story and she stuck to it.
    As I grew older I did manage to use AA’s lessons a lot and I’m sure my girlfriends appreciated the work she put into training me to be a good lover. A couple were virgins that I took extra time with because I though I owed it to both them and to AA. I thing I left them as good lovers in touch with their bodies and interested in pleasing both themselves and their partners. At least I tried to and I believe it worked. Debts must be paid when we get the chance.  I became a fairly well known photographer with my work displayed in some high priced galleries and in some magazines such as Playboy and Esquire just name a couple. I’m now married with a child on the way. I just wish she had stuck around long enough to be a great aunt to my kid. 
    I said there were still surprises waiting for me and there were. I had always known there was a closet off the darkroom but I had never been in there. AA said it was too dusty to open and get the lab all dirty so it remained shut all those years. Now the lab was no longer in use and I explored the contents of the closet. Surprise.
   Rather boxes and boxes of surprises.  One box was full of picture albums labeled for cities. The old photos were of the life in those cities before the war, both everyday life and the things that most people would never find. Stuff like nude revues and crime scenes, sex shows and political meetings and rallies. Hell there was even shots of Hitler and his cronies. Other boxes had albums of war and ruined buildings. Some of them were the same places seen in better times when they were filled with people instead of mangled bodies. Several albums were filled with pictures of a much younger AA. She was posed nude and clothed, alone and in company. Some were outright porn but still high class stuff. I never knew she had worked both sides of the camera although I should have guessed it from working with her. Just not smart enough at the time I guess. There were file folders full of contracts and proposals. Some old bank books revealed  that she had been fairly wealthy from her work. I had opened a door to a past I had never guessed at. A box full of awards, a goddamn Pulitzer prize thrown in a box and forgotten. Then on a top shelf a small metal box with my name on it. 
    Inside was some keys to safe deposit boxes at a bank over to the nearest city and a note
Dearest Jeff, as you are reading this I must be dead. Do not grieve too much for an old woman. I’ve had a good life with only one regret which I’ll talk about later. As you now know you are my sole heir. The farm is yours. Do with it as you wish. Live here, rent it, sell it. It has served its purpose, a place for me to retire from a life where I had some small successes and saw too much I wanted to forget. You have no doubt already seen the old albums so you have samples of what  I mean. those too are yours to do with as you see fit. There may be some small historical value in them for those that did not witness the horrors first hand. The personal pictures [ and you know which ones those are ] you may wish to keep for yourself as memories. The awards I care nothing about. My rewards are in the pictures I took and in the people I met along the way. You are one of those people, perhaps the most important one of all. You were my student and my friend at a time in my life when I had neither. We became friends and indeed lovers, the best lover I ever had. Which brings me back to my one regret. I so do wish that we had be able to become lovers in the physical sense. Dear Boy you have no idea of how much I wanted you, to have you inside my body, to share the pleasure of wonderful sex together. But it never was possible. Never would it have been right. So we had to settle for lonely solo acts at night instead. However I must tell you those lonely nights when I lay in bed thinking of you as my fingers brought me relief were still some the best, most exciting sex of my life. Do you still dream of me too or have I been replaced in your thoughts. Please do take the time to remember our times together, remember and perhaps lust a bit for the old woman who taught you so much.                                          
                                                       Love Forever
                                                    AA
Ps. The keys will get you what ever is left of my cash and those contracts that still pay money. I know you are doing very well but remember it’s not all about art. A bit extra is always handy.  Goodbye my love.