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                                            AUNT MABLE'S VISIT 
 
                                                    by D. Abby
 
                                                      Prologue
  
Art hadn't seen Aunt Mable, his mother's twin sister, in four years and he 
could hardly wait to see her again.  Aunt Mable was a real looker.  She had 
long blond hair and blue eyes and he remembered her as having a figure that 
didn't stop.  His mother had the same kind of a figure and her features were 
the same as his Aunt Mable's except she had brown hair. He loved his mother 
and thought she was beautiful but his mother didn't do the things that his Aunt 
Mable did. 

At twelve years old Art was a rather bright adolescent.  He followed the news 
on TV when his parents had it on.  Some of the things that they said on the 
news was very interesting. It was particularly interesting when the newscaster 
got evasive and wasn’t very specific about the news item he was commenting 
on.  When ever that happened Art listened very carefully to what was being 
said. He’d found out that these things were usually very interesting when you 
figured out what they were saying.  One of the items he always had his ears 
open for was child abuse.

Art figured out that child abuse was when an adult did some things with 
someone his age or younger. If it was a boy they did some things with his 
penis.  If it was with a girl, they did some things with the hole she had 
between her legs instead of a penis.  The boys at school called it a cunt.  
According to what he was hearing on the newscasts his aunt had been 
abusing him since he had been four years old.  That was the first time she had 
ever done anything with his penis.  She had also done things with his penis 
when he was eight.

Now that he was old enough to understand what his aunt had been doing he 
hoped that she would abuse him some more.  He sure wanted to be a victim 
of some more of that sexual child abuse that they talked about in the news.  
The newscasters sounded like they thought it was something bad but Art 
knew it could be a lot of fun. 

It would be different this time, however, his mother, Jane, and his father, 
Milt, would be home.  He was sure they didn't know the things that his aunt 
had done with him.  Would she do any of those things with him while his 
parents were home. 


                                                        Chapter - 1 
 
He remembered the first time he'd been with his Aunt Mable. It was the first 
really vivid memory of his childhood.   He was four years old and his aunt, 
who he never remembered meeting, came east to baby sit while his folks took 
a vacation.  

This was the first time his parents wouldn't be home with him.  He didn't like 
the idea of being left with a stranger.  His Aunt Mable looked like his mother 
but he knew she wasn't.  He cried and raised a fuss until his parents loaded 
their bags into the car and left.  He reconciled himself to living a whole week 
alone with his aunt but he didn't like the idea at all. 

He sulked all day long and fussed when his aunt prepared to bathe him after 
dinner that night.  His mother always bathed him every night and he had no 
reason to expect that his aunt wouldn't continued the practice.  He was in the 
bathtub and he was naked as was normal for this activity.  He found out Aunt 
Mable had some very strange ideas about the proper way to bathe a four year 
old boy.  He liked her innovations even though he had no idea what was 
going on. 

The first night that Aunt Mable bathed him she used her hands to soap his 
body.  His mother always used a wash cloth.  The feel of his aunt's hands 
rubbing over his body felt a lot different and he sort of liked the difference.  
Another different thing was that she spent a lot of time soaping his penis and 
it had gotten hard like it did sometimes when he had to pee.  His mother just 
barely touched his penis when she bathed him and this had never happened 
before in the tub. 

He felt his aunt was doing something that was wrong and he tried to pull 
away but it felt good and he liked what she was doing.  He wanted her to 
keep doing it.  He lifted his hips off the bottom of the tub so that his aunt had 
better access and she laughed.

Art didn't know why his aunt laughed but she held his penis between her 
thumb and her forefinger and moved her fingers up and down the length of it. 
The feeling got better and better.  He liked what his aunt was doing.  He 
didn't want her to stop.  Suddenly it felt as if he had to pee.  He was trying to 
hold it back when his hips jerked and he got a real good feeling in his penis. 
At that point his aunt washed the soap off his penis and continued bathing 
him.  He didn't know what happened but he liked it. 

When he reached down to feel his penis his aunt laughed at him again and 
tousled his hair. "You liked that, did you?  I sort of expected you might. In 
about ten years we'll be able to do a lot more with that little tool of yours."

His aunt didn't said anything more.  Art didn't know how to respond so he just 
looked at his aunt and kept quiet.  She put him to bed and he played with his 
penis for a few minutes.  It got hard again and he liked the way it felt. 

He tried to go to sleep and remembered that his parents weren't in the house.  
He was lonely and he felt all deserted.  He started to cry and his aunt came 
into the room to hold him and try to make him feel better.  He did feel better 
when she held him and patted his head and he wouldn't let her go when his 
sobs had subsided. 

"All right Art, I'll sleep with you so you don't feel lonely." 

This is what Art did with his parents when he got scared during the night and 
he felt lonely and scared right then.  His Aunt Mable undressed and got into 
bed with him.  She didn't have a nightgown on.  His mother and father always 
wore night clothes.  He wanted to move up against Aunt Mable and hug her 
but was shy.  She gathered him in her arms and held him close.  He liked the 
feel of her naked body against him.  His penis was pressed against her side 
and it got hard again. 

Aunt Mable pushed her hand inside his pajama pants and patted his bottom.  
His penis came out of his fly and rubbed up against her hip.  He hunched his 
hips to make his penis rub some more.  Aunt Mable's hand on his bottom felt 
good too.  She ran her fingers between his buttocks and tickled his balls.  He 
hunched faster and faster and his penis felt like it felt in the bathtub.  His hips 
jerked and he got that funny good feeling again.  His aunt kissed him and 
pressed her body against his.

Art fell asleep at that point and, as he usually did, woke up during the night 
when he had to pee.  He went to the toilet then got back into bed.  Aunt 
Mable was asleep.  It had felt good when he rubbed his penis against his aunt 
so he took his penis out and rubbed it against her side again. 

Aunt Mable woke up, laughed, and turned toward him so his penis rubbed her 
belly.  She rubbed between the cheeks of his bottom again.  He liked the feel 
of that too and when he got that funny good feeling he couldn't keep the 
movement up.  He kept his penis pressed against his aunt's belly and fell 
asleep that way.  When he woke up next morning his aunt wasn't in bed with 
him any more. 

The next night his aunt did the same thing in the bathtub.  She soaped his 
body with her hands and when she got to his penis she rubbed her two fingers 
up and down its shaft.  She rubbed until his hips jerked and he had that funny 
good feeling.  

Art still felt this was naughty but he hoped she didn't stop doing it.  He didn't 
say a word and pretended that he was used to having someone play with his 
penis when they bathed him.  Maybe his aunt didn't know that his mother 
never did anything like that.

Art was lonely and frightened and asked his aunt to sleep with him again.  His 
aunt didn't put pajamas on him that night as his mother always did and he 
didn't say anything.  Aunt Mable didn't turn out the light when she got 
undressed.  His aunt was different than he was.  She didn't have a penis like 
he did, but she had hair between her legs like his father did. 

As soon as his Aunt Mable got into bed with him Art moved up against his 
aunt and rubbed his penis against her hip.  She turned so his penis was 
rubbing her belly, put her hand on his bottom as she had last night, and 
pressed him against her again.  She ran a finger up and down between the 
cheeks of his bottom just as she'd done the night before.  One thing was 
different, his aunt was doing something with her other hand.  

She pushed it between her legs and she was moving it back and forth the 
same way she did when she rubbed his penis in the bathtub, but he knew she 
didn't have a penis.  He tried to feel what she was doing.  She moved his hand 
away and grinned at him again. 

"Well, you might not be ready for any real action but you sure do want to 
try." 

When his aunt made these statements he didn't understand, Art kept quiet.  
He rubbed his penis against his aunt while she pushed one hand between her 
legs and rubbed his bottom with the other.  He got that funny good feeling, his 
hips jerked, then his body slowly relaxed.  His aunt shuddered about the same 
time and he wondered if she got that funny good feeling too.  He went to 
sleep and woke up later to go to the bathroom as he usually did. 

When he got back in bed he put his hand on his aunt's stomach and slowly 
pushed it lower.  If his aunt didn't wake he'd find out what she had between 
her legs instead of a penis.  There was hair then his finger slipped into a space 
between her legs.  It was real slippery and wet.  Art pushed his finger in 
farther and it went into a hole.  He pushed a finger in and out as he'd seen his 
aunt do earlier that night.  His whole hand slipped into a tight slick sheath.  
He kept on pumping and guessed she got that funny good feeling because she 
moaned and shook her head from side to side.  

She pulled his hand from between her legs and hugged him to her.  "You are a 
little devil.  I liked that.  I'll do something special for you.  I can't wait for ten 
years to roll around.  I bet you'll be a little heller by then." 

Aunt Mable rubbed her hands between her legs and took hold of his penis.  
That slick stuff came out on her hand and it felt good when she wrapped her 
hand around his penis and pumped it back and forth.  He liked the feel and 
pumped his hips to make his penis go in and out of her hand faster.  His hips 
jerked, he got that funny good feeling, and Aunt Mable slowed the pumping 
until his body relaxed.

He and his aunt followed that routine for the rest of the week.  She rubbed his 
penis with soap in the bath then they slept together.  He hunched against her 
and pushed his hand in and out between her legs.  When he woke to the bath-
room later on he pushed his hands between his aunts legs again.  His aunt 
played with his penis again and rubbed his bottom.  He liked having his aunt 
do things with his penis and his bottom.  It was fun and it felt real good. 

As much as he missed his mother and father he was sorry when they returned 
home at the end of the week. He often thought of the things he had done with 
his aunt but he never told his parents.  The one thing he carried with him from 
that visit was that he rubbed his penis every night until he got that good 
feeling.

The next time Art visited with his aunt he was a little more than eight years 
old.  This time his parents took a cruise to Hawaii.  To Art's dismay they 
weren't going to take him, they left him with his Aunt Mable for two weeks.  
He bathed himself now and he wondered if his aunt would do some of the 
things that he remembered from her last visit.  He sort of wanted it to happen 
but he was a little frightened by it too.  He still didn't understand what had 
happened but he knew that he liked it and he was sure it was something 
naughty.

As soon as he was re-introduced to his aunt she picked him up and hugged 
and kissed him.  Art didn't like that at first.  He was growing up.  Grown up 
eight year old boys weren't picked up off the floor and hugged and kissed.  It 
was a very strange kiss.  Aunt Mable left her lips soft and when he kissed 
back he felt her tongue touch his lips.  It made him feel funny, but it was a 
good funny. 

He felt a strange sensation in his crotch.  His penis got hard and it pressed 
against his aunt's stomach and it felt good the way that it had when she 
soaped his penis or when he rubbed it against her.  It embarrassed him with 
his parents watching, and he blushed.  He wanted to pull away but didn't want 
the strange feeling to stop. 

He wanted to push his hips forward so his penis rubbed against his aunt but 
he couldn't with his parents right there.  It didn't last for more than half a 
minute before his aunt put him down.  He relived that kiss many times in his 
fantasies.  It was one of the scenes that he brought to mind when he jerked off 
at night.  Now he knew why his prick had gotten hard when his aunt had 
kissed him like that   Would his Aunt Mable kiss him like that again this 
time?  He hoped so.

That wasn't the only thing that happened during that visit.  He had to go to the 
toilet the first night and he dashed out to the bathroom without his pajamas 
on.  Aunt Mable was in the hallway.  She looked at him, grinned, cocked her 
head to one side, then looked at his crotch.  He got that funny feeling, his 
penis got hard, he blushed, and was embarrassed.  Aunt Mable laughed, 
tousled his hair, picked him up and held him close to her again.  He wanted to 
rub against her but was sort of scared.

She patted his bare bottom and rubbed her hand up and down the same way 
she’d done the last time.  It felt as good as it had the last time.  It pushed his 
hard penis against her belly.  He wanted to keep it there and feel it against her 
warm body.  He wished that his aunt didn't have her clothes on.  He wanted 
to rub his prick against her bare skin. 

His aunt moved his body against hers until he got that funny good feeling then 
set him down on his feet, spanked his bottom lightly, and grinned at him.  
“Well, its still not ready but you sure are.  Do you want me to sleep with you 
again tonight?" 
 
Art wanted to sleep with his aunt and wanted to do the things they had done 
the last time he had been with her but he was a big boy now.  A big boy didn't 
get scared and have to have his aunt sleep with him.  He told her he wasn't 
scared to sleep by himself.

As soon as he got into bed he regretted the decision.  He was lonely and 
scared.  He thought back to that last time and he rubbed his penis until he got 
that funny good feeling, then he fell asleep. 

The next morning Art waited for his aunt to come out of her bedroom and 
repeated his nude dash to the bathroom. He wanted another chance to rub his 
penis against his aunt.  Aunt Mable intercepted him again and this time she 
had no clothes on. She laughed again, picked him up, carried him into her 
bedroom, and sat down with him in her lap, took his penis in her fingers and 
rubbed up and down on it.

"It's still not really ready but you sure do want to use it.  Don't you?" 

Art still didn't know how to answer and kept quiet.  He could feel the hair 
between her legs tickle his bottom.  He squirmed because he liked the feel.  
The way his aunt was pulling on his penis felt real good.  He flexed his hips 
to make it feel even better.  His aunt took his hand and put it between her 
legs.  That was all the signal he needed, he pushed his fingers into that slick 
hole again the way he had four years ago. 

His hand had gotten bigger and he couldn't push it all in.  He used three 
fingers instead.  His aunt kissed him the way she had when she’d picked him 
up and wiggled her hips.  His hips jerked and he got that funny good feeling.  
His aunt shuddered and moaned at the same time.  His aunt must get that 
same feeling he did. 

Next night Art started to the bathroom without any clothes on again.  His aunt 
was waiting for him without any clothes on and she picked him up.  This time 
he said yes when she asked him if he wanted sleep with her.  When she had 
him in bed she rubbed his penis.  He pushed his fingers between her legs.  His 
aunt's tit was in front of his face and it seemed right to suck the nipple into his 
mouth.  His aunt rubbed his penis until he got that good feeling and he sucked 
her tit and pushed his hand between her legs until she shuddered. 

For the rest of the visit Art went to bed with his aunt and they did the same 
things to each other that they had done before.  Sometimes Art woke up 
during the night when he had to pee.  Each time he got back in bed he pushed 
his fingers between his aunt's legs again.  She always woke up and played 
with his penis until he got that funny good feeling again.

After that Art played with his penis every night until he got that good feeling 
before he fell asleep.  He usually closed his eyes and pretended that his aunt 
was doing it too him.  That made it feel even better.

Recently he learned his aunt had been jerking him off and had used his hand 
the same way.  From what the boys at school said he'd been finger fucking his 
aunt.  He never did tell the boys at school that he'd had his hand in a woman's 
cunt.  He knew they wouldn't believe him. 

Art often thought about his aunt when he jerked off.  He closed his eyes and 
brought back every detail of the scene until his cum shot out onto his hand.  
He wished it was his aunt's hand.  Would his aunt let him finger fuck her this 
visit?  Would she rub his prick till the cum shot out? He called it his prick not 
his penis now.  Would she let him put his prick to 'good use'? 

Eight months earlier Art woke up having a dream that was a mixture of the 
things that happened with Aunt Mable.  His pajamas were all wet with 
something sticky, and he had a marvelous feeling.  He knew at once that this 
was a wet dream that the boys talked about and that meant he could shoot off. 
The wet sticky stuff must be his cum.

He cleaned his pajamas and sheets and thought he'd done a good job.  His 
parents looked at him and grinned at dinner the next night but he paid no 
particular attention to it.  The next day his father gave him a book about sex 
and told him to read it. 

When he realized that his parents knew about his wet dream, he was 
mortified.  He could hardly look at them without blushing the next couple of 
days.  They appeared to take what had happened as a matter of course.  In a 
few days he put it out of his mind. 

The book explained how his prick would grow now.  He found out a lot of the 
things that he learned from the boys at school were wrong.  The book called 
his prick a penis as he had when he was little, and it called jerking off mastur-
bation.  It said that jerking off was normal and all boys did it.  He thought he 
was being nasty when he did it.  He couldn't help himself because it felt so 
good.  He still felt that he did it too often. 

He kept promising himself that he would only do it once a day but this 
resolution would be put aside the first time he had to go to the boys' room at 
school.  He felt so much better after he did it, and for a while he didn't get a 
hard on in class.  He learned from experience that it was a good idea to jerk 
off before he had to give a presentation in front of the class.  If he didn't he 
would be afraid of getting a hard on and that, of course, would give him one. 
He would be so embarrassed that he would get flustered and get a bad mark 
for his presentation. 

His prick was only as big as his finger the night he had his first wet dream 
and when he examined closely he could only find three hairs around it.  Now 
his prick was over three inches long and he had so many hairs he lost count. 

Most nights Art would lay in bed and listen for sounds coming from his 
parents room.  He knew that it must be his father fucking his mother.  As 
soon as he heard them his prick would get hard.

He would close his eyes and try to picture what they were doing while he 
jerked off.  He almost always wound up with the fantasy of his aunt being in 
bed with him.  He could almost feel her hand pulling on his prick and his 
finger working in and out of her cunt. 

The boys at school talked about sex all the time and some of them claimed 
that they did all sorts of things with girls.  Art really didn't believe that they 
did most of the things they said they did.  Art talked about sex with them but 
he never even told his best friend, Jerry, about what he'd done with his aunt. 

Now his Aunt Mable was coming to visit.  The same questions kept running 
through his head.  

Was she going to act the same way with him this time as she had last time?  

Would she greet him with a French kiss?  

Would she feel his prick again?  

Would his aunt let him finger fuck her this visit?  	Would she jerk him off?  

Would she let him see her without any clothes? 

Would she let him suck her tits?   

Would she let him push his finger in her cunt and jerk him off at the same 
time? 

Would she get into bed with him again? 
He hoped she would but he was also afraid that she would do these things 
and he wouldn't know how to act. 

His parents weren't planning a vacation this time.  He didn't see how he could 
do any of those things with his Aunt Mable when his parents were in the 
house?  Art tried to figure out ways he could get his Aunt Mable alone but he 
came up with a complete blank.  Maybe Aunt Mable would come up with 
some way that they could do some of those things. 

                                          
                                                         watch for chapter 2	


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