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Authors name: Paula (address withheld)
Story title : Auntie, Mom's Friend and Me - 1
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Auntie, Mom's Friend and Me - 1 (FFb, inc, 1st)
By Paula (address withheld)
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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, and 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
doorway, 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
upholstered 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 seen 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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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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