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   It was a hot July.  I mean, generally speaking, as July's go, this was a
hot one.  We were spending the summer down South at my grandmother's house,
which was tucked away nice and quiet down in a bend deep in the hills of
Kentucky.  It was 1976.  When I look back at that, summer, I realize more
and more, how amazing it really was.
   I was twelve years old.
   When you're twelve, the whole world is changing.  Your body's changing,
your mind is changing, and the people around you start looking at you
differently, or maybe, you just start seeing them differently.  Either way,
that summer, my life's lessons began in earnest.  I remember it to the day
if not the date: Monday afternoon, (which in Summertime-days verses regular
school days, meant absolutely nothing) about a week after the fourth and
everyone had a leftover Bicentennial buzz.
   My Aunt Carol and I were swimming in a pond (the old swimmin' hole we've
all heard about) about half a mile from the house.  She had divorced my
dad's brother about a year ago, and my cousins had gone to stay with their
dad.  Carol felt it was her duty to show me an extra good time since my
playmates weren't around.  I had no complaints.  Aunt Carol was lots of
fun, the kind of fun you don't always tell mom or dad about- allowing me to
taste her beer - taking us to the drive in to a rated "R" movie- that sort
of thing.  It was the whole "cool aunt" thing.
   I was wearing my navy blue swim trunks, and Aunt Carol was wearing a
black bikini.  She was floating on a large air mattress probably forty or
fifty feet out, and was wearing large oval lensed sunglasses through which
she was reading a book, and had an abundance of dark brown hair spread
across her shoulders.  I was warming up a bit on the bank.
   I've always thought my Aunt was pretty, but that day, on the bank of the
pond, I really began to look at her.  Her hair was dark and flowing, and
her olive skin was tan.  She was shapely, which the bikini showed quite
clearly.  I noticed as I stared (which I didn't realize I was doing) that
there was no tan line sneaking out from any spot on that tiny swim suit. 
Her breasts were large, at least compared to the women I knew, (dad used to
call her "Dolly") and as I lay there where the sand and soil met the grass,
something life changing occurred to me- my Aunt was hot!
   How had I missed that?  I always thought of Carol as good looking- even
sexy- but I never really noticed exactly how attractive she was.  I was
noticing that day.  I focused my eyes to the bikini string on her hip, and
I couldn't see any sign of a tan-line.  I began to wonder if she lay out in
the nude to get that way.  Aunt Carol sunbathing naked?  That would be a
sight to behold!  Suddenly, that was all I could think about!  I was just
imagining what those breasts would look like out in the open- I pretended
for a moment that she would let me watch.  Now, these aren't thoughts a
twelve year old can have without repercussions.  I found myself erect very
quickly.
   I had no way to hide it!  My dick was pointing up and out, and my half
wet swim suit did not do anything to conceal it!  I lay there wondering the
best way to deal with the problem, whether to camouflage it with the towel
I was laying on or maybe to just roll onto my stomach and crush it into the
dirt.  I knew either plan would only attract attention- why would I pile a
dirty towel on my lap?  Why would I roll over and make myself less
comfortable?  I was figured the best bet would be to just look away and
wait for the problem to go away.
   It didn't.  All I could think about was my Aunt's body!  After a few
minutes of being so painfully aware of my penis that it hurt, I made my
mind up to make a quick bid for the water, and dive in before she looked
up. As I stood up, I looked up to make sure that Aunt Carol still had her
face in that book.
   She did not.
   She was looking over her sunglasses and looking directly at me with a
visible smirk.  I must have blushed furiously, as I felt the heat in my
face.  No turning back now, I stepped quickly up and dove on in.  I swam
around for a few minutes waiting for my erection to subside.  It took quite
a while.  Carol began paddling the air mattress toward the bank, and got
out of the water.
   I felt confident all would be well, and maybe she wouldn't mention my
embarrassment from earlier.  It would seem I took just a little too long to
get to shore.  There she stood, in a black string bikini, wet from the
pond, her back to me.  She pulled the back of the bikini out of her butt
with her fingers, and that's all it took.  That sexy ass was wet and
staring at me.  Stepping out of the water, I notice too late that I was
hard again.
   It's so easy to get distracted by the object of your lust when you're
horny!  I was so caught up in staring at her ass that I didn't even think
about what it was doing to me!  She wasn't terribly wet (she'd been on the
air mattress after all) and bent down to pick up her cutoffs, that were
sitting on her towel.  She glanced back at me as she did.  That ass.  It
was stuck straight out at me, and I was already hard.  There was no use in
hiding.  I might as well pretend I wasn't so embarrassed I could die.
   She stepped into her shorts, and wiggled them up her hips and snapped
the front, turning to face me as she did.  God, what a sight!  Everything
about this woman was turning me on, and I was waiting for the explosion of
guilt I figured she was going to pour out on me.  She didn't.
   "Why don't you go shed that suit for your jeans, and we can go get
something to eat?" She smiled broadly, as my dick was pointing straight at
her.  That's when it occurred to me- I had to drop these trunks to ride in
her car!  I had originally planned to go change before she got out of the
water, my modesty intact, but here I was, erect, wet, and having to shed my
shorts in front of my Aunt!  I had dry jeans and a t-shirt in the car
waiting for me, but when we came down, I had worn my suit under my jeans!
Not exactly well planned out.
   "Um, ok.  Sure!" I turned away quickly and kept my head down as I walked
to her car.  It was a black Monte Carlo with leather seats.  I wouldn't
have much hope for privacy, and only a moment or two to change before she
stepped over with the towels and things.  I opened the door, took my jeans
and shirt and set them on the roof of the car, and dropped my shorts as
quick as I could.  My ass was still wet, but it wasn't enough to soak my
jeans.  I stepped into them, protected only by the open door.  I could hear
her behind me, and I knew she could see my naked ass.
   No big deal, I thought.  It's just my ass.  No problem.  I had my jeans
up to just under my butt cheeks when she came behind me, slapped my ass and
laughed, as she walked around to her side of the car!  My Aunt just slapped
my naked ass!  I didn't know if she could see my front or not, but getting
my jeans to zip over the surge that had caused in my erection was difficult
to say the least!  I pulled my shirt over my head and sat down beside her,
staring straight ahead, not daring to look at her.
   Carol smiled.  "A Mickey's burger sound good?" Good.  She seemed to be
ignoring my problem so far.  I could only hope it stayed this way. 
Mickey's was a local family owned diner.  Good food and very mom and pop.
   I relaxed just a little.  "Ya.  That sounds good".  I ventured a glance
her direction, and she still held her smile.  "I'd love some Mickey's."
   Aunt Carol and I took our time at the diner.  She made me relax, and my
self-consciousness backed off.  I was comfortable again, and I was speaking
to my incredibly hot Aunt without popping a boner.  Boy, she was hot,
though.  That's something I never let go.  At least she gave me time to
process it (whether she knew that's what she was doing or not) and I could
look at her without stammering.  Of course, I wasn't the only one who
noticed.  A beautiful, big chested woman in cutoffs and a bikini top
(barely covered by a white shirt tied at the waist) was bound to turn some
heads.  I caught a couple of guys staring as we were walking out, and I
couldn't help grinning, because, Aunt or no Aunt, she was with me!
   When we got back to grandma's house, mom and dad were waiting for us in
the living room.  They both had either a sad or an uncertain look on their
faces, I couldn't tell which.  Either way, they were certainly waiting to
tell us something.
   "Jack," mom started, "we just got a call, and grandma's sister Bonnie
just passed away.  I don't think you ever met her, but we're going to have
to cut our visit short to take grandma to the funeral.  It's down the other
side of Nashville, so we'll be a few days."
   I tried to be sympathetic, but it's difficult for a 12 year old to
muster up much "give a damn" about a woman he's never met and barely heard
of.  I did feel sorry for grandma losing a sister, though.  That had to be
rough.  "I'm sorry, mom.  Um, do I have to go, too?"
   Mom looked over at Carol with her best "please help us out" face.  "That
would be up to your Aunt Carol.  Would it be too much trouble for Jack to
stay with you for a few days?  I hate to ask..."
   Carol smiled sympathetically and put her hand on my shoulder.  "Donna,
don't you guys worry about a thing.  Jack and I will be just fine.  We've
got all kinds of things we can do.  You guys go and take care of Carla. 
We'll be just fine."
   Mom stepped up and hugged Carol.  "Oh, honey, thanks so much!" Then she
bent down to me and hugged my neck.  "You be good for Carol.  She'll tell
us if you're not!" Mom was smiling as though to tell me she didn't expect
trouble but felt it was her duty to warn me to be on my best.
   "He'll be fine.  Won't you, Jack?"
   "Well, ya!  I won't be any trouble at all, I promise!" The thought of
spending the next few days alone with Aunt Carol excited me to no end!  I
made it a point not to look too eager.
   Dad spoke up, "Good.  I'm sure you'll be just fine.  Carol, if you need
anything, you be sure to call us.  I'll let you know where we're staying
once we get down there."
   "Not to worry, Carl," she stepped over and gave him a hug.  "Everything
will be just fine."
   "I know," then he looked at me.  "Now you run upstairs and get some
clothes together.  We're going to be leaving in an hour or two."
   "Where's grandma?" I had to ask.
   "She's in the back bedroom getting herself together.  You can say
goodbye before you go."
   I ran upstairs and started packing for what might turn out to be a
week's stay with my Aunt.  I was excited as I could be!  I hated that it
had to be under such circumstances, but I wasn't about to miss a chance to
hang with Aunt Carol all week!
   Tuesday morning woke me with a barrage of new smells and sounds.  The
bedroom door was cracked, and through it I could smell coffee was brewing
and the coffee maker was snapping and popping.  (Mom and dad did instant.)
The smell of the brew filled the house.  Even the warm breeze blowing
through an open window seemed to smell different here.  I hopped out of my
cousin's bed (Billy's, not Tammy's, of course) and walked over to grab my
underwear.  I had developed a habit of sleeping in the nude.  It felt both
dirty and liberating at the same time.
   My morning wood welcomed the warm air of the bedroom.  I liked being
naked.  I liked being so aware of my body.  Let's be honest, I liked being
hard.  Any time I could be hard, or play with my hard-on was a good time. I
stoked it a few times to bring myself close without shooting.  I liked
that- teasing myself.  I knew when I did cum later it would be that much
harder!
   I could hear James Gang playing on the record player in the other room.
Aunt Carol liked music that was SO much cooler than mom or dad's!  I just
couldn't get into the whole "George Jones" thing.  I slipped on my
underwear, grabbed a pair of gym shorts from my bag, and put on my Red's
t-shirt.  I did a dick check before I walked out the door.  I was safe-
soft enough to hide in my shorts without embarrassment.  Breakfast was
sounding good.
   Stepping into the kitchen, I glanced sidelong into the living room,
where my Aunt was listening to music and tidying things up.  What I saw was
possibly the most welcome site I could have hoped for!  Carol was cleaning
in her underwear!  Granted, I'd seen her in her bikini, but something about
underwear just made it more sexual- more intimate.  She wore a cream
colored silky bra with lace trim that was working hard to cup those
breasts, and matching silk panties.  Seeing her from the side, bent over
wiping off the coffee table, gave me a glorious view of those hanging
breasts, long legs, and beautiful round ass!
   My erection was back in an instant!  Suddenly I was tented out, quite
obviously, in those flimsy gym shorts!  Aunt Carol looked over at me and
smiled.  "Morning, Sleepyhead!  You want some juice?  I'm afraid I only
have pop tarts or cold cereal for breakfast.  I suppose you could have some
toast if ya like?" She put down her dust rag and walked straight over to
me, as though hanging out with her nephew while in her bra and panties was
the most natural thing in the world.
   "Um, thanks.  Pop tarts are fine." I couldn't help but stare as she
walked past me and over to the fridge.  The faintest outline of nipple was
showing in her bra.  She reached in, handed me the orange juice, and then
poured herself a cup of coffee.  Leaning against the counter she looked me
up and down.
   "Morning trouble?" She gave a nod to my erection and sipped her coffee
with a grin.
   I just blushed and stammered, "Um, ya, I guess so."
   She chuckled.  "Well, there's nothing wrong with that." Then, as casual
as you like, she asked, "What would you like to do today?  I've got nothing
planned." Again she was trying to make me comfortable in what was an
immensely uncomfortable situation.  Then again, she was drinking coffee in
her underwear, which was virtually going to guarantee my discomfort to
continue.  I decided I was perfectly alright with that.
   "Richmond?"
   "You want to go to the mall?  Sounds good to me.  But, uh, you may want
to wear jeans to hold that down." She smiled and pointed at my crotch.  I
blushed furiously and looked down and away.  She just chuckled and walked
back toward her bedroom.  "I've got to go take a shower, and then we'll
go."
   I ran back to the bedroom and pulled the door to.  I waited until I
heard the water running in the shower, and shucked off my shorts and
underwear and sat on the corner of the bed.  If I was going to survive the
afternoon with this woman, I'd have to take care of some business.  I had
to get off before we left!  I closed my eyes and imagined what she must
look like in that shower.  God, she was hot!
   I thought about what those breasts would look like naked and free!  I
pictured what I thought her pussy must look like, wet and framed in black
hair!  I stroked my dick faster and faster until I could feel the
inevitable approaching.  It only took a minute or two, I was so wound up! I
could still hear the shower running and that just fueled the fantasy- her
standing naked just a few feet away, in the room right next to mine...
   That's when it happened.  I looked up to see the crack in the door (It
seems Bill's door didn't like to stay shut) and through it I saw Aunt Carol
standing there, wrapped in a towel, and staring at me!  Apparently she
started the shower before taking off her clothes in her bedroom.  I was
caught, and there wasn't a thing I could do!  I was frozen to the spot, my
hand still on my dick, my eyes like saucers, and my mouth open.  I had
absolutely no idea what to do.  I sat there for what seemed like an
eternity, watching her watch me.
   She never frowned, she just stared.  Then, after what seemed like the
longest time, she shook her head and stepped through the door!  "That won't
do, Jack!  You'll never cum like that!" Then she sat down beside me on the
bed towel and all.  "You've got to keep stroking." Her eyes smiled at me,
and then did something that blew my mind even more, if that were possible;
she licked her hand!  I went from strangely comfortable and into erotic
shock!
   She reached down and grasped the head of my dick.  "Like this," she said
and gripped the head tightly.  She stroked down hard to my pelvis and then
back up around the head.  The wetness of her hand was amazing!  She liked
her hand again.  "Let's get this nice and slick!" Her eyes went from my
face to my dick.  Again she twisted the head in a vice grip and pulled her
hand hard to the base of my cock, then again, and again, and again!
   Her hand moved faster with each stroke, never once letting up on that
vicious grip!  I was in absolute shock and absolute rapture!  "Aunt Carol,"
I started, but she stopped me.
   "Shh." She looked into my face and kept stroking.  "Just enjoy it.  Let
me make you cum." She stared back down at my dick.  I leaned back on my
elbows and stared up at the ceiling.  My eyes were glazed and my dick was
throbbing!  I couldn't last much longer.  That's when she reached down and
cradled my balls with her other hand, and rolling them between her fingers.
The dual sensation was too much!  I exploded in her hand!
   Cum shot everywhere, what seemed like gallons of it!  She kept stroking
as hard and fast as she had been while I erupted all over both of us!  My
orgasm slowly subsided, and she kept stroking until she brought me to that
post orgasm burn you both love and hate!  "Car- Car- Carol," I started
again.
   "Just a minute longer, big boy, let's get all of it!" She pulled and
stroked through the mess of cum until I thought I was going to black out,
and the last drops of semen dribbled out of my cock.  "There.  You feel
better now?"
   I fell backward on the mattress, looking up at her.  "Uh huh," was all I
could muster, out of breath.  Smiling, she licked her lips and then looked
at her cum covered hand.  Then, without a word, she pulled her knuckle up
to her mouth and sucked the cum off of it with her lips!  She licked her
lips clean and looked back down at me.
   "Now let's go get cleaned up before that shower goes cold!" She hopped
up and dropped her towel, looking back at me as she stepped out of the
bedroom and into the bath.
   If I had died right then, I would have died a happy boy!
   Chapter 2 on it's way!
  
The Hottest Summer