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Authors name: Ed.
Story title : Bar Mitzvah Present
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Bar Mitzvah Present
by Ed.
"Charlie! Aunt Viv's at the front door, go let her in!"
"Alright, Ma!"
Charlie Meier jumped off the couch and pulled open the
front door. His mother, Roxanne, was upstairs getting
dressed. Aunt Vivianne swept in, and gave her 13-year-
old nephew a hug.
"Umph," she said, squeezing him, "How big you've got-
ten. It's been just YEARS since I've seen you. So
let me look at you. Turn around. What a little man."
Charlie was hardly little. Skinny, yes, but at 5'11"
he towered above his petite, dark-haired aunt. She and
his mother hardly seemed like sisters. Redheaded
Roxanne was larger, heavier, fairer and bustier than
Vivianne; she favored their Irish father. Vivianne was
small, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed. She favored
their Russian-Jewish mother.
"Did you learn everything you've got to do?" Viv
asked.
"Of course, I did. Mom made me go to temple for the
past 6 weeks including a special class. I missed six
Saturdays of basketball."
"Oh, basketball, shmasketball. Were there any nice
girls at temple?"
"Aunt VIV!"
"Oh, alright. I can see you've got your mind on other
things. But mark my words..." Charlie suddenly noticed
how close Aunt Viv was, and how nice she smelled, it
made him uncomfortable "pretty soon it'll be time for
you to learn about women!"
Before he could get a reply past the lump in his
throat, Roxy bounced downstairs and embraced her
sister. "Thank Gawd you're here!" she cried, "It's
time to go. Charlie, run go get Mama her keys."
While Charlie headed to the kitchen, Vivianne slipped
a hand into Roxy's blouse and caressed her braless
tit.
"Not now, you moron," Roxy squealed. "The kid will be
right back. My Gawd, 10 seconds in my house and already
you're accosting me."
"But I've missed you, sister dear," Viv protested,
"It's lonely out on the West Coast without my big
sister to comfort me. Besides," she added, "you were
always the instigator."
"Fine, fine, but at least wait until after this ordeal
is over before we get reacquainted. This is Charlie's
day."
"Yes, it is," Vivianne agreed, half to herself, "yes
it is." Charlie reappeared with his mother's keys in
hand, and the three left the house.
-*- LATER -*-
The remains of the late supper lay spread over the
table. Vivianne picked up a bottle and said "Any more
Mogan David, anyone?"
"Vivianne, that's not Mogan David," Roxanne corrected,
"It's Ernest and Julio Gallo."
"Were they Jewish?" Vivianne asked.
"No, they were Italian."
"Close enough. Any more Mogan Gallo? Roxy? Charlie?"
Roxanne extended her glass. But Charlie shook his
head, staring at his plate.
"Hey, kid, whattsa matta? You no like-a Eye-talian
Jewish wine?"
"The wine's fine, Aunt Viv. I'm just not in the mood
for it."
"Hey, it's not every day you're bar mitzvah, y'know.
You should enjoy yourself."
"How can I enjoy myself," the youth retorted, "every-
body else always wears expensive clothes and new
watches and stuff. All my friends talked about tonight
was their presents and money from their bar mitzvah.
What do I got? Dinner with my Mom. Big deal! I get
that every night." And with that he humphed off to his
room. "You really should have brought him a present,"
Roxanne began.
"Hey, what am I, Donald Trump-stein? The ticket cost
me more than I could afford, but you insisted I come
out. Who's idea was the cockamamie shindig anyway.
You were never religious. I thought you were a closet
Catholic."
"I thought it was important that he observe his bar
mitzvah, his entry into manhood. The least you could
do is support me on this."
"I support you, I support you," Viv said, "but I
couldn't afford anything nice. Listen, I'll find some
way to make it up to him."
"Okay, you better. Now let's clean up and go to bed."
"Now you're talking, Sis."
"Hey, get your hand off my ass."
"Gladly," giggled Viv sliding the hand to her sister's
tits. "You still trim your pussy hair like a heart?"
"No, in honor of Charlie's bar mitzvah I shaved it
into a star of David."
"You liar. Really, do you?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."
"Good, let's go."
-*- STILL LATER -*-
Roxy lay on her bed, flipping from Letterman to an old
movie on Channel 9. She could hear her sister shower-
ing up in the bathroom, and her mind drifted to younger
days.
Actually, the scenario back then hadn't been too dif-
ferent from now. The two sisters shared a room... and
each other's bodies.
As usual, it had been the younger Vivian who had
instigated matters. At the tender age of 12 she had
been involved with more boys than Roxy had even dated
at 18.
That by no means meant that Roxanne was undersexed.
To the contrary, she masturbated silently every night.
But she never fooled the nosy, sharp-eyed Vivianne,
who decided that the two should share the good times.
So one night, when Roxanne had worked herself up pretty
well, Vivianne slipped under the covers with her.
Roxy snatched her hands away from her pussy, only to
have them replaced by Viv's own slim little fingers.
"What's the matter, sis?" she whispered, "Are you all
hot and bothered?"
Roxy tried to protest, but Vivianne was extremely
adept, and she soon had her sister in the palm of her
hand, so to speak. Pretty soon, Roxanne was cumming,
clutching her younger sister around the shoulders and
passionately kissing her lips.
Their trysts soon progressed from mutual masturbation
to all out sixty-nining, or "sister-nining" as Vivianne
liked to call it.
Within the year, Vivianne had arranged for both of them
to lose their virginity. Roxanne was soon getting down
and dirty with many different guys, until that fateful
weekend with Charlie Meier, Sr., the result being that
5 weeks later Charlie stomped on a glass, everyone
yelled "Mazel-tof!" and Roxanne was a pregnant bride.
"Thank God your father wasn't alive to see this. At
least he's Jewish," her mother had said.
But Roxanne never forgot those great sessions with Viv,
and the two had gotten together frequently until Viv
had headed West 5 years ago. Now, idly stroking her
pussy lips, she shivered in delight at the night ahead.
Vivianne slid into bed naked and cupped her sister's
pussy in one hand. "What's the matter, sis?" she
whispered in an echo of the past and Roxanne's
thoughts, "Are you all hot and bothered?"
"I am now," Roxy whispered back, gathering her younger
sister into her arms and kissing her deeply.
"Are you up for some sister-nining?" Vivianne teased.
"Baby, I'm up for anything."
Within minutes, Roxy was flat on her back, staring at,
sniffing and licking Viv's smooth slit. It was com-
pletely hairless, which added to the enjoyment of both
women. Vivianne, for her part, was resting her chin
on her sisters pubic thatch, still heart-shaped after
all these years. "I knew it would be," she whispered
to herself, then dropped her tongue into the pussy
before her.
Later, as Roxy lay with her ass thrust up into the air,
Vivianne strapped on a dildo and began fucking her. As
the artificial penis sunk into her dripping snatch,
Roxanne groaned, "Oh, it's been so long since I had a
real cock. What I wouldn't do for one."
Vivianne said nothing, content to stroke her own nip-
ples while fucking her sister, but she did file that
comment away for future reference.
A few minutes later, as Roxy moaned and squirmed
beneath her, Viv's eye caught a flash of movement at
the partially open bedroom door.
The light from the bathroom prevented Viv from focusing
well on the figure in the darkened hall, but she knew
there were only three people in the house, and two were
in this bed.
Shrugging mentally, she reached beneath her sister to
cup her full, round tits. "At least, I'll give the
kid a good show," she thought to herself, "Maybe this
will make up for the lack of a present."
Then a mental flashbulb went off, and she knew exactly
what she was going to give her nephew for his bar
mitzvah.
-*- AND EVEN LATER YET -*-
Charlie was almost certain his aunt had seen him spy-
ing, but he wasn't quite sure; but he didn't really
care. After all, what were they going to do to him?
In fact, he was certain he had the moral high ground,
voyeurism being less of a crime than lesbian incest.
At this point, however, all he could do was lay back
in his bed and pound his raging hard-on into submis-
sion. NEVER, in a MILLION YEARS did he dream, well,
several things he'd seen tonight: He'd never seen a
naked woman outside of Playboy.
He'd never thought of his mother or aunt sexually.
He'd never known about lesbianism.
He'd never guessed about 69.
He'd never imagined he could get so turned on by any
of the above.
Suddenly, he sensed he was not alone. But before this
thought could even impress itself on his mind, his Aunt
Viv was in bed with him! What was more, she was naked
and caressing his cock!
He barely heard her famous quote, "What's the matter
Charlie? Are you all hot and bothered?"
Charlie was speechless. "What's the matter, sugar,
cat got your tongue? Well then nothing left to do but
lick that cat."
Viv got up and straddled her nephew's face. "Go ahead,
Charlie, lick my pussy," she encouraged, and, quite
naturally, he did. This gave Viv the opportunity to
talk to him without interruption, which was exactly
what she had planned. It also gave her the opportunity
to coach a neophyte pussy-licker in the proper tech-
niques.
"Your mom and I have been close like that since I was
your age. Younger in fact... oh, that's very good, but
not too vigorously yet, ah, okay... It's not really a
crime or a sin for two people who love each other so
much to make each other feel good... Mmm, yes, baby,
just flick at my clitty a little bit... anyway, I
love you too, and I'm sorry about not bringing you any
gift. So this is my gift, my body. Do you like it?"
"Mmmmmpphhh, hmmmmm," was about all he could say. The
vibrations, however, drove his aunt crazy, and she
came.
Sliding her pussy down his chest, she rubbed her nip-
ples against his and licked her own juices off his
chin. "Thank you, honey," she said, "now let me repay
the favor." She slid further down the bed and, cupping
his young balls in her hand, began sucking his throb-
bing rod.
"Ohhhhh, Aunt Viv," Charlie moaned, "That feels sooo
good!"
Lifting her head she said, "Mazel-tof, Charlie," then
resumed her sucking. With his aunt's talented tongue
pistoning around his rod, it wasn't long before Charlie
felt that familiar feeling deep in his nuts. "Look
out, I'm gonna shoot off," he warned.
She redoubled her efforts, and pretty soon, his sweet
young cum was shooting down her throat with the force
of a fire hose. She gulped and swallowed, barely
managing to keep up with his spurts, but she did.
Viv climbed back up to rest on her nephew's chest
again. "How was that, sweetie?" she whispered.
"Oh Aunt Viv, that was great. I never knew it could
feel so good."
"It can feel a lot better, kid. Hold on to your nuts."
With that, she dropped down and began nursing on his
limp dick again. Working it gently with her tongue
and hands, she began to coax life back into it.
As she felt it start to harden, she lifted her head
and said to him, "Get hard quick, honey, Auntie Viv
wants to fuck you?"
"What?!" Roxanne yelled from the doorway. Viv and
Charlie both nearly jumped out of their skins, spring-
ing apart and looking as guilty as sin.
"Mom!" Charlie exclaimed, incongruously staring at her
wide-eyed past his rapidly deflating rod, "I'm sorry,
I... we..." what does one say in a situation like
this.
But Vivianne was getting over her initial shock, and
noticed that her sister's nipples were poking hard
through her flimsy nightgown. "How long have you been
at the door, Roxy?" she asked insinuatingly.
"Long enough."
"And have you been watching me initiate your son?"
"Yes, I have."
"And that makes you angry?"
"No, it doesn't."
"Then, Roxanne dear, why ever are you so upset."
"Because if anyone in this room is going to take my
son's virginity, it's gonna be me!"
Charlie had been watching this conversation like a]
spectator at a tennis match, but at that last state-
ment, his eyes locked on his mom and got even wider,
"What?" he gasped.
Vivianne hopped back on the bed saying, "I suspected
as much. Let me get him hard for you."
As soon as his aunt's lips descended in his rod,
Charlie got the biggest shit-eating grin ever simply
said, "Oh, boy." Viv looked up and said, "Hey sis,
get naked."
Walking in from the doorway, Roxy pulled the flimsy
nightgown over her head, exposing her luscious body
to her son's gaze. "I can't tell you how long I've
wanted to do this," she said, as she knelt on the bed,
bent down and kissed her son deeply. "Me too," he
breathed back.
Vivianne felt his cock throb strong and hard in her
mouth. "Hey, sis, you'd better get on this monster
before he shoots off again.
Roxanne sighed, then swung a leg over her son's hips.
Vivianne took a final suck on Charlie's prick, then
licked her sister's clit. Using her free hand, she
spread Roxanne's lips apart and nestled the boy's cock
between them. "Okay," she whispered.
Roxy sank down onto her son's cock and watched the
look of bliss spread across his face. She began her
up and down rhythm as Vivianne latched onto one nipple
and sucked it into her mouth. Catching Charlie's eye,
she smiled, licked her lips and said "Today, you are
a man!"
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