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 Tommy and his Aunt Betty watched as his parents drove off for the airport.
They were destined for Fort Lauderdale and a ten day Caribbean cruise. 
Together they waved goodbye and then went inside with the 16 year-old boy's
duffle bag in hand.  Betty was giddy with nervous expectation for she had
decided to seduce her blond nephew who was cute as hell.  Yes, while her
sister and brother-in-law were riding the waves, she planned to be riding
Tommy or at least having him service her.  In fact she thought the latter
might be the more appealing.  "I'll show you to the guestroom, Tommy." Up
the stairs they went with the boy toting his duffle bag on his shoulder
like a sailor boarding a ship.  When the boy tossed the bag onto the bed
and sat down, she sat down beside him.  Close beside him.  "I'm so happy to
have you here Tommy.  It must have been two years since I last saw you.  My
my how your have grown." "Thank you Aunt Betty.  Mom told me to tell you
how much she appreciates you not only letting me stay while they are away,
but also driving me across town to school." "Tommy I'm happy to do so.  I'm
more than just happy, I'm excited.  And just call me Bet like my friends
do. Like my close friends do.  With that she put her hand on his khaki
pants - above his knee.  This did not go unnoticed by the boy.  So what he
had heard his mom say once or twice about her sister having been
promiscuous, might still be true.  He looked up at her to see her smiling
and looking deeply into his eyes.  Then she raised her tinted eyeglasses up
atop her head.  He gave a sheepish smile back in return.  She felt her
heartbeat rate increase.  "So you are sixteen now and driving." "Yes, I
traded in my learner's permit for a regular license just a month ago."
"That's great.  Maybe soon you'll be getting you a car." "I'd like a Jeep."
"I bet the girls like you having a license." "I guess." "You like girls,
don't you?" "Sure." "Do you have a steady?" "Not yet." "But you do date?"
"Now they don't exactly date like in your time Aunt . . .  I mean Bet."
Betty took off her glasses and put her arm around him.  Then she moved her
hand up to mid-thigh.  Tommy looked down at it and then up at his auntie
who now had the broadest of smiles.  He returned that with a broad, nervous
smile himself.  Good God he was cute.  The boy's cock hardened.

   Betty looked down at the growing bulge in his crotch.  Tommy looked down
too.  When they raised their heads in unison Betty they both smiled more
broadly.  Betty cocked her head coyly and moved in for a kiss.  When he
hesitated she moved her hand from his thigh to his bulging crotch.  In an
instant he thrust his lips to hers.  God but she smelled good.  Without
hesitation they began to French kiss while Betty massaged his bulge and the
back of his neck.  The boy sat there as if in a stupor not knowing what to
do with his hands that were lying limp on the bed.  Finally Betty broke off
the kiss but kept caressing his crotch bulge and the back of his neck. 
"Tell me Tommy, have you ever made love to a girl?" "Oh sure.  I've kissed
girls.  They seem to like me." "I don't mean just kissing, Tommy." "You
mean . . .  you mean like going all the way?" "Yes; like going all the
way." "Well not yet.  I'm just sixteen you know.  But that doesn't mean . .
." "That you wouldn't like to?" "Oh yes, sure Aunt . . .  I mean Bet."
"Would you like to with me?" "Oh gosh; what would mom say?  I mean you are
sisters." "Now how on earth would she know . . .  unless you were to tell?"
With that she unzipped his fly and inserted her hand and placed it over the
bulge made by his prick being held bent by his tight Jockeys while it was
doing its best to straighten.  "I won't tell.  I won't tell.  I PROMISE!"
With one hand behind his neck she urged him into another French kiss as her
other hand went through the gap in his shorts and quickly made contact with
his young cock before it had had a chance to straighten.  He started to
pant while maintaining the kiss.  His chest started to heave.  He was in a
frenzy to have his prick released so that it could straighten out.  But
Aunt Bet would have none of that.  He grabbed her hand to pull it off his
bent cock.  She resisted.  A tug of war began.  "What are you doing?  Don't
you like for me to caress your pecker?" "Yes, but not like that." Again he
pulled but she had a death-grip on his still bent pecker.  "Kiss me Tommy,"
she said as with her free hand behind his neck she urged his face towards
her.  The boy surrendered.  He released her hand and moved it so that now
both of his hands were on her cheeks.  On and on they French kissed while
he held her cheeks with his hands and she held the back of his neck with
one hand and held his prick back from straightening with her other.  This
was driving the boy mad.  Just as she knew it would.  "That was nice Tommy;
real nice," she said as she let his cock straighten and then stood and
reached for her glasses.  This was crazy, he thought.  Just when I'm
straight and ready she get up.  "I'm just so happy to have you here.  I
hope you are too.  And you know what?" "What?" "I like the feel of your
equipment down there.  I hope it's put to good use while you are here." The
boy was dumbfounded.

   - - - - - - -

   Betty smiled to herself as she sat at the kitchen table sipping her
coffee.  What fun it had been driving the boy mad.  And he is so cute! 
Without a doubt the boy would now have jerked himself off upstairs.  Good.
She well knew teenage boys had zero lasting power.  What pleasure would
that have been had he been inside her for only fifty seconds before
climaxing.  Yes, she had done the right and proper thing.  At least for
her. Others would of course call her a cock-teaser.  And be correct.  It
had been like back in the good old days.  And of course the wise and
worldly Aunt Betty proved to be right.  As soon as she had left he had
locked his bedroom door, stripped off his pants and made for the bathroom.
There in a frenzy he had lifted the toilet lid and almost stumbled in
getting his shorts off.  No sooner than that was done he grabbed his
pecker. He was still in the process of squatting down on the toilet seat
when he began to squirt.  And to squirt.  And to squirt.  It had been a
close call, but he somehow had made it; just made it in time.  What a mean
thing his aunt had done.  Slowly he regrouped and returned to the bedroom
where his duffle bag remained still unopened.  He considered unpacking but
then instead lay down beside it.  When the soft knock on the door came
Tommy realized that he had fallen asleep.  "Tommy?" "Yes Aunt . . .  I mean
Bet." "The door is locked.  Have you been naughty?" "Naughty?  Oh no.  I
just took a little nap.  I'll get the door." "Tommy, you haven't unpacked?
Are you sure you haven't been naughty?" "Well . . .  well . . .  just a
little," he replied with a sheepish smile.  "Did you think about me?"
"Think about you?  I didn't have time to think." Bet laughed.  "Would you
like to see the house?" "Sure." "Shall we start with my bedroom?" "Your
bedroom?  Ugh . . .  ugh . . .  sure." "Then come along." With that she put
her arms around his waist.  The boy was still almost a foot shorter than
her.  No doubt that would soon change.  Down the hall they strolled.  God
she smells good.  When they entered her large master bedroom he saw that
the shades and curtains had been drawn.  Though it was still late afternoon
the room was dark except for the two table lamps beside the king-sized bed.
Then he smelled the sweet incense from two lit candle pots on the dresser
beside the mirror.  The soft sound of romantic instrumental music could be
heard, but just barely.  Together they paused and soaked in the ambiance.
"Aunt Bet." "Yes child." "Are you going to seduce me?  I mean after what
you did before I . . ." "Seduce you.  I didn't know you kids used that
word." "I heard it in an old movie." "Oh yes.  And here's to you Mrs. 
Robinson.  I loved that movie.  But what gives you the idea that I plan to
seduce you?  Isn't it the boy who does the seducing?" "Your room.  It looks
like." "Like?" "You know." Together they snickered are the absurdity of the
question.  Of course she planned to seduce him, but in her own slow way. 
By God she was going to draw this first time out.  Never would he forget
his first experience - at the hands of his sweet auntie Bet.  She still
hadn't decided whether to have him get lucky or for her own sweet self to
get lucky.

   Both?  Perhaps.  We'll see.  "I find it rather warm in here, what with
the candles.  Don't you?" "Ugh . . .  ugh . . .  yes." "Here let me help
you off with your shirt." Once that was done she pulled his undershirt up
over his head and off.  "That's better, no?" "Ugh . . .  yes." "And those
Khaki pants; let's get them off, shall we.  It's much too warm to be
wearing pants." As she unbuckled his belt and then the button above his fly
zipper he stood there in the darken room as if in a trance.  A moment later
the pants had joined his shirts.  She put her hands on his waist just above
his shorts and stood back.  "My but you have a nice body, Tommy.  So trim.
So firm.  So young." "Thank you . . .  Bet." "But I guess I misjudged you."
"Misjudged me?" "That bulge in your crotch.  It's returned.  So I guess you
didn't take care of business while I was gone." "Oh yes; I took care of
business alright." "My but you must be a virile one." "Virile?" "Virile. 
You know.  A young stud ready to go at a moment's notice." "Oh." "But it
looks bent again.  I think it needs to be straightened; don't you?" With
that he put his hand down inside his shorts and straightened out his
pecker. "That must feel better, right?" "Yes.  Thanks.  That helps." "Does
it usually get bent when you start to get a hard on?" "Sure; until I
straighten it.  These Jockeys are snug, you know." She pulled him to her,
cocked her head down and began again to French kiss him with his head
raised up to meet hers.  As this proceeded she slipped her hands inside his
shorts over his bun and pulled the back of his Jockeys down.  The rear went
down but the front was caught on something.  Caught on something until he
lifted the front over his cock which, now released, sprang into its fully
upright and locked position.  Just like the seat on an airliner.  Bet
slowly broke off the kiss and stood away.  There stood Tommy in the low-lit
bedroom with his shorts down on his thighs and his cock raring to go.  Hey;
it had been almost an hour.  Bet soaked in the scene.  If she only had a
camera.  "I think these need to come off Tommy," she said as she went down
on her knees and lowered the shorts down onto his shoes.  Then she slowly
raised her hands along the back of the boy's legs and thighs as she licked
the front of his upper thighs.  Tommy heart was racing as though he was in
a sprint.  Oh please lick higher . . .  higher.  And that she did until she
was licking his balls.  That's nice but higher.  Put your mouth over my
cock-head.  Please - please- please, he mentally begged.  Ah but no - no -
no.  She well knew that that was what he wanted, but no.  She was going to
drag this out like any good prick-teaser.  Like any good auntie
prick-teaser would do on her nephew.  Oh how delightful it was to watch a
boy getting so close to getting it and not getting it.  At least not yet.
That frantic look on their faces was precious.  Abruptly she stopped and
stood.  "Did you like that Tommy?" "But why did you stop?" "Too hot.  The
room is too hot for me too.  Or are you just thinking about your own
comfort?" "Oh.  Sorry." "It's not good to be self-centered, you know."
"Sorry." "And just be thinking about yourself all the time." "I said I was
sorry." "The good book says to honor your mother and her sister." "I don't
think it mentions the sister." "I don't think Sister Gertrude would like to
hear that." "That's different.  And auntie." "Yes?" "It also says to do
unto others as you would have them do unto you." Betty laughed out loud. 
"You're a pistol all right.  And I don't mean just your young cock-pistol."
She stood back away and looked at the boy standing there nude save for his
shorts now down on his shoes.  God but did she ever love the sight.  He was
so cute.  And so innocent.  And with his pistol fully reloaded for action.
"Please excuse me for a minute.  But do take off your shoes.  I don't allow
shoes in my bed." "But boys; right?"

   - - - - - - - - - - -

   When she returned she was wearing a sheer, pick negligee.  Tommy was
sitting on the side of the bed now completely nude.  He still was
rock-hard. He had been thinking about telling his buddies about this but
then decided that no way would they believe him.  This was simply way too
far out to be believed.  When she sat down next to him he sensed the
silkiness of her negligee and the alluring smell of her perfume.  She
draped one arm around him and turned his head for a kiss.  As they kissed
Tommy's hands slid up her silky sides and then around her back.  He felt
his prick start to throb.  He pulled her to him and felt the lushness of
her bosom.  She laid back atop the bed but with her feet still on the
floor. She took one of his hands and laid it on one of her breast which at
twenty-eight were still firm.  As he leaned down to resume their kissing
she pulled a shoulder strap off and exposed one breast.  Tommy cupped it
and started panting as the French kissing continued without interruption.
Now it was he who slid off her other shoulder strap and, upon her arching
her back, slipped down the garment to her waist as he sat there beside her.
Tommy broke off the kissing of her lips and exchanged lips for nipples as
he caressed her breast.  His auntie rather liked this.  She felt herself
wet as he felt his prick throb harder.  Now, she thought.  Yes now.  For
the present she needed to take care of number one.  There would be time
enough for him later.  "Tommy kneel down on the floor." She arched her back
up enough to draw the negligee up high on her thighs.  Then taking the
boy's head with both hands she positioned it between her thighs as she half
sat up on her elbows.  Tommy so wanted to get up and ravish as his
throbbing sixteen year-old cock was demanding.  But he knew that his auntie
had positioned his head down there between her thighs for a reason.  After
all, he was sixteen.  Bet gently pulled the boy's head towards her until
she felt his nose touch her bush.  This was the first of many
firsts-to-come for Tommy.  Instinct dictated that the boy lick.  He licked
down low inside her crevice until she nudged his head for him to move
higher.  And there it was: Something to flap.  "Yes," she whispered. 
Nature took over as the sixteen worked her clic.  The more she moaned the
more lusciously he licked.  To say that this was nice would have been the
understatement of the year for Betty.  And thus it came to pass that Aunt
Betty came.  But not yet poor Tommy.  Other than while sitting on the john.
To his surprise moments later she pushed him; pushed him hard away.  Had he
hurt her?  "Tommy that was nice.  That was real nice.  You are a fast
learner." "Ugh . . .  thanks Aunt Bet." Tommy watched in dismay as she drew
away and laid back prone on the bed while adjusting her negligee and her
pillow.  He watched as she sighed and closed her eyes.  Was that it?  Hey,
he thought, what about me?  "Aunt Bet." "What is it Tommy?" "What about
me?" "You?" "Yes me." "Later.  I think I'd like to rest for a bit." "But."
Her eyes slowly opened to see him still kneeling beside the bed." "Would
you like to lie next to me?" "Oh yes." When she didn't reply he climbed in
bed and snuggled in beside her.  He waited.  He waited.  He waited in vain.
For she had fallen asleep.  But he sure hadn't.  Nor had his Tom-Tom.

   To be continued . . . .