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                                    AUNT MABLE'S VISIT 
 
                                                    by D. Abby
 
                                                    Chapter - 2 
 
Aunt Mable arrived and Art ran out to help her with her bags.  It seemed that 
things were disorganized around his house.  His mother usually didn't let 
things happen like this.  Jane was still out shopping and Milton had an 
unusual Saturday morning appointment at the office that he couldn't get out 
of. 

Art was the whole welcoming committee.  It almost seemed as if it were 
arranged that way.  He carried her bags into the entryway, put them down, 
and waited for Aunt Mable to pay the taxi driver and followed Art into the 
entryway. 

What would happen now?  Would his aunt give him a French kiss?  He knew 
what that was now and he wanted her to do it but the idea frightened him.  
Art waited for his aunt and blushed because of the things he was thinking. 

Aunt Mable couldn't pick him up any more, he was almost as tall as she was. 
 She hugged and kissed him and pressed her body against his. Aunt Mable 
wasn't wearing a bra!  Her hard nipples pressed against his chest.  Her tongue 
touched his lips.  He opened his mouth and touched her tongue with his.  
They said French kissing was real sexy.  It sure was!  It felt as if an electric 
shock ran through his body.  Wow!

He got a hard on and it pressed against his aunt's crotch.  Aunt Mable reached 
down and ran her hand up and down his prick a couple of times just as she 
had done four years ago only he had pants on now and his prick was bigger 
and it could shoot cum.  Aunt Mable was jerking him off. 

"It feels as if you're ready to put that tool to good use now.  We'll see what 
we can do with it.  Help me to the guest room with my bags, please." 

Art was flustered.  He wasn't sure what his aunt meant to do with him but he 
was half afraid and half hoping that she was going to do some of the things 
with him that she'd done with him before.  Maybe some of the things the boys 
talked about in school.  Maybe she would even let him fuck her.  He thought 
about that when he jerked off but he didn't have the concrete memories to 
help him along with that. 

They got to the guest room, he put down his aunt's bags, and Aunt Mable 
hugged and kissed him the same way again, only this kiss lasted a lot longer.  
She reached down and rubbed his prick through his pants again.  Art couldn't 
take any more, his hips jerked and he shot a load of cum into his pants.  His 
aunt moved her hand over the crotch of his pants and felt the growing damp 
spot.  She grinned at him again, cocked her head and made one of her 
suggestive statements. 

"Well, you are ready to do some of those things, aren't you?  Have you been 
thinking of the things that you want to do with that tool?  Do you want to do 
the same things that we did before?  I'll bet you have lots of other ideas too.  I 
know I have." 

Art was flustered.  It seemed that his aunt was reading his mind.  Did she 
know what he thought about when he jerked off?  He didn’t know how to 
answer those questions.  He'd never said a word about sex to a female in his 
life and he didn't know if he could.  His aunt stood there with her head cocked 
grinning at him.  He was saved from having to answer by a call from 
downstairs. 

"Mable, Are you here already?" 

Art's mother had returned from shopping and was calling from the foot of the 
stairs.  She rushed upstairs then stopped and knocked on the guest room door 
before entering.  That was funny, his mother didn't have to knock when she 
knew he was in the room with his aunt Mable.  Aunt Mable grinned at him, 
gave his prick another two rubs, and told her to come right in.  His mother 
looked at his aunt, then at him, and told Art to get the groceries from the car. 

She and Aunt Mable kissed and they both started to talk a mile a minute.  Art 
went down to bring the bags in and wondered what was going to happen.  
Jane and Mable came downstairs as he was carrying the last groceries in. 

He ducked by his mother and his aunt as they headed for the kitchen and went 
upstairs to his own room to change his pants and jockey shorts.  They sure 
were a mess.  He hoped his mother didn't notice what had happened when she 
put them in the wash.  He blushed as he thought about it.  He stopped by the 
bathroom to finish cleaning up his crotch. 

He had another hard on.  He couldn't go downstairs like that.  His mother was 
bound to notice and he was sure that the first thing his Aunt Mable would do 
was look at his crotch.  He jerked off again thinking about doing things with 
his Aunt Mable. 

Aunt Mable obviously hadn't forgotten what had happened on their previous 
visits.  It was evident she intended to take up where they left off.  She'd 
already jerked him off even if it was through his pants.  That was one of the 
fantasies that caused his wet dreams. 

Would she let him see her cunt?  Would she let him push his fingers in and 
out like he did on the last visit?  Would she let him do even more?  Would 
she let him fuck her? 

He didn't think she would go that far but she sure acted as if she was going to 
do more things with him than they’d done before.  He would have to wait till 
he was alone with her again before he could find out the answers to any of 
these questions. 

He went down stairs and hoped his mother wouldn't ask why he'd changed his 
pants.  He couldn't think of a good answer if she did ask.  His mother did give 
him a once over when he entered the room but she didn't seem to notice 
anything unusual and she didn't say anything about his pants.  She did have a 
grin on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, but Art just thought it was because 
Aunt Mable was here. 

The first thing his aunt did was look down at his crotch and grin.  That was 
enough to give him an instant hard on.  Art didn't know how he could be hard 
after coming twice already that morning but his aunt seemed to have that 
effect on him.  He blushed and he thought his mother looked at the crotch of 
his pants, but she just continued her conversation with Aunt Mable so maybe 
she didn't notice how the front was pushed out.  He would have to wear a 
jock strap in the house until his aunt left if he didn't want his hard prick to 
show. 

Milton came home about this time and Art was astonished when his aunt 
kissed his father the same way she kissed him.  She rubbed her body against 
his father the way she had done to him.  It looked to him as if his aunt gave 
his father a French kiss.  

He must be imagining things.  Aunt Mable wouldn't do those things to his 
father when his mother was sitting there.  His mother looked right at them and 
kept right on talking as if nothing unusual were happening.  He must be 
mistaken about the way Aunt Mable kissed his father and rubbed against his 
body. 

Maybe he wasn't mistaken.  The front of his father's pants were pushed out 
when he broke off the kiss with her.  Boy, from the looks of that his father's 
prick was big.  Was it his imagination or did his father glance at him and 
blush.  He'd never seen his father blush before. 

He lay in bed that night going over that day.  He was now sure something was 
going to happen.  His aunt had said as much before his mother had gotten 
home from shopping.  His prick was beginning to feel real good when he 
heard another door open on to the hall.  His own door was open and he 
quickly pushed his prick down so it lay against his stomach.  He didn't want 
anyone to know that he was jerking off. 

His aunt was on her way to the bathroom.  She stopped right outside his door. 
In the dim light of the hall lamp he saw that she wasn't wearing anything.  She 
was just as he remembered her from those previous visits. 

There was that bush of hair down between her legs and her tits pointed 
straight out from her body.  He rubbed the palm of his hand along the 
underside of his prick and hoped his aunt didn't see in the dim light.  She 
cocked her head to one side, put her hand between her legs, and pushed a 
finger into her cunt.  Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cum 
shot all over his belly and his bedclothes.  His aunt turned away and went to 
the bathroom. 

Later that night Art woke up and heard noises coming from his parent's 
bedroom.  This wasn’t unusual and he had vivid mental pictures of what was 
going on in his parent’s bedroom.  His prick got hard again.  He jerked off 
and thought about his aunt finger fucking herself in front of his bedroom door.

They didn't seem to mind if Aunt Mable heard them fucking.  He couldn't 
understand how they could act that way.  If he knew someone listened to him 
while he jerked off he would die of embarrassment.  The sound of the 
bedsprings in his parents' room reached a crescendo and Art shot off another 
load of cum.  He fell asleep almost immediately.

All weekend Art tried to get his Aunt Mable alone but his folks were always 
around. When he came down to breakfast on Sunday, Aunt Mable gave him a 
French kiss.  His prick got hard he would have shot off in his pants again if he 
hadn't just jerked off in the bathroom.  If almost shot off again anyway.  His 
mother was looking at them but she didn't notice anything that was going on. 

He only talked to his aunt privately once.  After church on Sunday when his 
father went to get the car and his mother was talking to friends.  

Aunt Mable was standing with him.  She moved closer to Art and pushed her 
hip into his crotch.  That was enough to give him an instant hard on.  Aunt 
Mable grinned and rubbed her hip against his hard prick. 

"We can't do much today, but watch for me tonight.  Did you jerk off last 
night when I finger fucked myself?  Wait till after school tomorrow and we'll 
see what use we put that tool of yours to." 

As usual Art didn't know how to answer his aunt but he could hardly wait to 
find out what else was going to happen.  He’d put on a jock strap that 
morning so his hard on wouldn't show.  He was half afraid.  He had an idea of 
some of the things he could do with a woman but he really didn't know how 
to do it.  He was sure he would do the wrong things and be embarrassed by 
them. 

His mind raced over the same old questions that night when he got to bed.  
He wondered if his Aunt Mable meant that she would jerk him off?  He sure 
would like to feel her hand on his prick again.  Would she let him see her 
cunt?  Would she let him feel inside her cunt like he'd done when he when she 
had visited before?  Would his aunt let him push his fingers into her cunt until 
she came like she did on her last visit?  Would she do even more things with 
him now that he shot off? 

It seemed that he had been asking himself the same questions over and over 
again ever since he heard that his aunt was going to visit. 

That night he gently fondled his prick waiting for his Aunt Mable to show up 
in the hall.  He was going very slowly and watching the door.  He wanted to 
jerk off and watch his Aunt Mable finger fuck herself at the same time.  It 
seemed forever when he heard her door open and she came right to his door 
as she'd done the night before. 

She was naked again and she did stop and push her fingers in and out of her 
cunt again.  He shot off a massive load of cum and fell asleep.  As was usual 
he woke up to noise in his parents bedroom and jerked off two more times.

He didn't know how he could do it but he would have to wait till after school 
tomorrow to find out what his aunt had in store for him. 


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