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                                             AUNT MABLE'S VISIT 
 
                                                    by D. Abby

                                                     Chapter - 3 
 
He didn't do well in school.  He thought the day would never end.  He didn't 
want to jerk off because he wanted to save it for whatever his aunt was going 
to do so he had a hard on all day and that distracted him.  His English teacher 
reprimanded him for not paying attention when he didn't respond to her.  His 
math teacher asked a question and he didn't even know what the question 
was. 

At lunch his friends asked him about his Aunt Mable and he didn't know how 
to respond.  The boys talked about the bodies of visiting female relatives but 
he didn’t know how to answer without giving too much away.  He finally told 
them about his aunt finger fucking herself in front of his door because he 
knew they wouldn't believe him.  He was right.  Even his best friend, Jerry, 
told him what a liar he was and he got out of that okay. 

When school was finally over he didn't wait for Sally, his next door neighbor, 
to join him.  Up until last year he thought that Sally was a pain in the neck.  
She insisted on walking home from school with him and he couldn't avoid 
doing it because she lived next door.  Art didn't connect it to the wet dream 
he'd had, but shortly after that he found he didn't mind walking with her any 
more.  Now he sort of liked to walk home with her and, if no one was looking 
he even held her hand as they walked together.  He wanted to kiss her but 
was too embarrassed to try.  What if she didn't want to kiss him? 

Art liked walking with Sally now but he never let on to the boys.  They would 
tease him about having a girl friend and he would blush.  That would just 
make them tease him some more. 

Today he ran all the way home from school.  Aunt Mable was waiting for 
him.  His parents wouldn't be home for at least two hours.  What was going to 
happen in that two hours? 

His aunt had said they would put his prick to use?  Was she going to jerk him 
off?  Would she make him shoot off in his pants and again? He was even 
willing to have that mess if that was what she wanted make him do it.  Would 
she take his prick out of his pants and jerk him off?  He would like that but 
was still embarrassed by the idea that his aunt would see his bare prick. 

He knew that she'd seen him naked many times, but that was before his prick 
had started to grow and before he'd shot cum.  His mother's lectures on 
modesty had sunk in but he had to face the fact that if he wanted her to handle 
his bare prick she would have to see it. 

She didn't seem to mind when he saw her bare tits and cunt.  If she did she 
wouldn't have let him see her finger fuck herself the last two nights.  Aunt 
Mable had never been embarrassed when he saw her without her clothes on.  
He realized that he wouldn't be able to do much with his aunt if he kept his 
clothes on.  He would have to get over being embarrassed about not having 
any clothes on if he was going to get to do anything with her. 

Would he see her without her clothes today?  He had the last two nights and 
Aunt Mable knew he was watching.  She came to his bedroom door and 
finger fucked herself so that he could watch.  Maybe Aunt Mable would let 
him finger fuck her again.  He'd done that when he was only four years old 
and when he was eight.  He'd like to do that now that he knew what a 
woman’s cunt was. 

Would he get to see her cunt up close?  With all the times he'd seen her 
without clothes he had only a sketchy idea of what the inside of a cunt was 
like. He’d been too young to try examine the female plumbing.

You could see how a boy was made from a distance but you had to get close 
up to see how a girl was made.  He'd seen some diagrams in medical books 
but he thought the real thing would look different.  Maybe he could persuade 
his aunt to let him get between her legs and examine her up close.  He could 
pull aside the hairy lips and see what she had inside.  Were there really 
another pair of lips and a clitoris there like it showed in the diagrams?  Boy 
would he like to find out about that. 

What he wanted most was to fuck his aunt.  It was also what he feared most.  
He had no idea how to go about fucking a woman.  He knew you stuck your 
prick into a girls cunt but his knowledge stopped there.  He had another fear. 
He shot off real quick when his aunt as much as touched his prick.  He might 
come too quick. 

He was afraid he wouldn’t last long enough to make his aunt feel good.  
Shooting off to soon would be the ultimate embarrassment.  He was almost 
ready to shoot off now from his pants rubbing against his hard prick while he 
ran home. 

He arrived home and his aunt was nowhere to be seen.  He took a piss and 
wondered if his aunt was.  His prick got hard as he milked it down and he 
wondered if he should jerk off.  He wanted to but if his aunt came in the 
house he wanted to be ready.  He left the bathroom and the door to his aunt's 
bedroom was open.

"Aunt Mable, is that you?" 

"Yes, Art, and I'm waiting for you in here." 

Art went to the door of her bedroom and Aunt Mable was lying on the bed.  
He stopped at the door and gaped at her.  She was wearing a black garter belt 
and black stockings and that was all.  Wow!  His aunt looked even sexier 
than he remembered her looking with no clothes on at all.  The way she lay 
there with her knees up and spread, he could even see a little pink between 
her hairy cunt lips. 

Maybe his aunt would let him see her cunt up close.  By this time the crotch 
of his jockey shorts were damp from the pre cum seeping out of his pisshole.  
He slowly walked into the bedroom. 

His Aunt Mable got up from the bed and held her arms out to him.  He moved 
over to the bed in a dazed sort of way.  She pulled him to her kissed him the 
way she always did only this time his prick was hard even before she started 
the kiss.  His aunt held him and gave him one of those French kisses.  She 
rubbed her body against his so that he could feel her hard nipples rub his 
chest and her cunt rub against his prick. 

Aunt Mable stroked his prick.  Would she make him shoot off in his pants 
again.  To his relief she stopped after two strokes.  His hips quivered and the 
cum rose in his balls.  He couldn't take any more.

"My, it sure is ready, isn't it?  Shall we put it to use?  I've been waiting a long 
time you know." 

Art blushed and stammered.

"Uh, - well, - uh, - I guess so but I don't know what to do.  I've never done 
anything before." 

His Aunt Mable cocked her head and grinned at him.  

"You've never jerked off?  I don't believe that." 

Art blushed even redder.  How could his aunt talk so matter of factly about 
jerking off.  He didn’t know how he could talk to his aunt about such a 
private thing as jerking off.  He only talked to his best friends about that and 
then he never admitted that he did it.  Only his very best friend Jerry knew for 
sure that he did jerk off and that was because they did it together sometimes.  
His Aunt Mable just looked at him, waiting for an answer. 

"Uh, - yeah, I guess I have done that." 

Once Art said it, it wasn't that difficult.  With a little more confidence he went 
on to explain.  "I meant that I've never done anything with a girl before.  I've 
never even seen a girl down there.  I just don't know what to do or how to do 
it with a girl." 

His Aunt Mable tousled his hair just like she'd done that time when he had no 
clothes on and she kissed and hugged him again.  He was glad she kept her 
hips away from his prick.  If her body had touched his he would have shot 
off. 

"Well, that's easy to cure.  I have a cunt and if you want to find out what it’s 
like, you can examine it to your hearts content.  Get undressed and we'll see if 
we can remedy your other problems too.  You'll know what to do when the 
time comes to do them.  Let your instincts take over and do what ever you 
feel like doing." 

Art was still apprehensive.  He was getting into something he knew nothing 
about and, like all twelve year olds, he was conservative about something 
new.  This was something he'd never done before but he'd dreamed about it 
for a long time.  No matter how scared he was he wanted to find out what his 
Aunt Mable intended to do with him. 

She rubbed her fingers up and down the hard shaft of his prick.  His hips 
jerked and she took her hand away, pulled his zipper down, and reached 
inside his pants.  Her fingers on his bare prick almost set him off again.  He 
pulled away again.  He wanted her to touch his prick but he didn't want to 
shoot off so soon. 

"Poor kid. I'll bet you have a hair trigger.  You're afraid of coming right away. 
Take off your pants and we'll take care of that hair trigger.  Once you come 
the first time you can enjoy things more." 

Art's aunt unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and jockey shorts down 
over his hips.  Even this action almost made him shoot off.  His prick jumped 
up and pointed to his navel.  With some urging from his aunt he stepped out 
of his pants and she had him stand in front of her as she sat down on the bed.

She rubbed a drop of pre cum into the head of his prick.  She ran her fingers 
around the prick head and tickled the sensitive spot under his piss hole.  
Wow!  He sure couldn't take much of this.  She wrapped her fingers around 
his cock and gave it three gentle strokes.  His hips jerked; spurt, spurt, spurt; 
jets of cum shot from his prick on to his aunt's tits and belly; dribble, dribble, 
dribble; she pumped the rest of his load out of his balls.  His aunt rubbed his 
cum into his limp prick.  Aunt Mable jerked him off and this time it had been 
his bare prick that she'd pulled on!  Wow again! 

Art couldn't count the times he'd jerked off but none of them ever felt as good 
as this did.  Even his wet dreams weren't this good.  Aunt Mable cocked her 
head and grinned again.  Art was half afraid but he wanted to find out what 
his aunt had in mind. 

"That's the first problem taken care of. Never having seen a cunt up close is 
just as easy.  Mine's available.  Once you look at it and feel it I bet your 
prick'll be hard again." 

Art was a little shocked at the language his aunt used as well as what she 
suggested.  It was one of the things that he dreamed about doing.  He nodded 
his head yes.  Aunt Mable lay down on the bed and pulled him down beside 
her.  Her nipples were hard and crinkly.  Her cunt hair wasn't blond.  It was 
the color of the hair on his mother's head.  Aunt Mable dyed her hair. 

He could just barely see the crack running down between her legs.  This was 
her cunt.  Wow!  One of the questions he had been asking was answered in 
the affirmative.  His aunt would let him see and feel her cunt. 

"Take off the rest of your clothes then get down between my legs and explore 
all you want.  I like someone feeling me and looking at my cunt.  Having you 
do it will be a special treat for me.  I've been dreaming about this since that 
first visit with you eight years ago."

His aunt lay down on the bed, lifted her knees slightly, and spread her legs.  
Now that crack between his Aunt Mable's legs opened up somewhat.  Art's 
prick was getting hard already.  Art stripped the rest of his clothes off and got 
on his knees between her legs. 

He could see a pink slit at the bottom of the just open outer cunt lips and a 
bump positioned just at the top of it.  They must be what the book called her 
vagina and clitoris.  The slit had drops of liquid along it.  His aunt had been 
right about one thing.  His prick was at full attention again.  He looked up at 
his aunt and she did the head cock and grin bit again. 

"Go ahead.  A cunt doesn't have teeth, it won't bite." 

Art fingered the inside of the outer lips.  He spread the lips of her cunt apart.  
It was like the diagram with the inner lips and the clitoris.  He ran his fingers 
along the inner lips and over the bump  It was slick and moist in there just 
like he remembered. 

He wondered what it felt like inside that smaller slit.  When touched the inner 
lips his finger slid right inside.  Wow!  Did it feel good!  That was where he 
pushed his whole hand when he was four years old. 

There was lots of room, he pushed in another finger and his aunt's hips came 
up off the bed.  He couldn't get his whole hand in now but three fingers did 
fit.  He pumped them in and out like he did before. 

"Oooo, That feels good, Art.  Push your fingers in and out.  Do you remember 
doing that when I visited with you before?  That's the same thing as when you 
jerk off only on a woman it's called finger fucking.  After you do that for a 
while rub that thing at the top.

"That's my clitoris but it's usually called a clit.  It's just about as sensitive as 
the head of your prick.  You can make me come just by rubbing that.  You 
did when you were four and eight years old anyway." 

Art followed his aunt's instructions.  He did remember doing it.  It was a very 
vivid memory.  He closed his eyes and memorized the feel for when he jerked 
off in bed at night.  He was fascinated now that he knew what he was doing.  
He pumped his fingers into his aunt's cunt and her hips came off the bed to 
meet the thrust of his fingers just the way his hips came up to pump his prick 
through his fist when he jerked off in bed. 

He'd heard about a girl's clit and the book his father had given him said it was 
real sensitive.  His aunt said he could make her come by playing with it.  He 
pulled his fingers out of his aunt's cunt and used his well lubricated fingers to 
rub on her clit.  This made his aunt jump even more.  He pushed the fingers of 
one hand into her cunt and pumped the fingers in and out while he rubbed her 
clit with the other hand. 

Art had been watching the action of his fingers in his aunt's cunt.  Now Aunt 
Mable moaned and Art looked up at her face.  Her mouth was hanging open 
and she had a sort of a funny look.  Her head tossed from side to side and Art 
felt her cunt contract around his fingers. 

She must feel the same way he felt when he shot his cum only nothing was 
coming out of her cunt.  It was awfully wet and slick though.  He kept right 
on pumping and rubbing until his aunt reached down and pushed his fingers 
away.  Nothing had come out of his aunt's cunt, women didn't shoot off the 
same way boys did! 

Art sat back on his heels.  He had made his aunt come. He liked making his 
aunt act like that.  It meant that he'd done things the right way. His fingers 
were all wet with the moisture from her cunt.  He wondered if it smelled like 
his cum.  He smelled his fingers. 

It didn't smell like cum but it smelled good.  He cautiously touched the tip of 
his tongue to his finger.  It tasted good too.  He'd heard the boys talk about 
lapping cunt but he hadn't believed that anyone ever did it.  It sounded awful 
nasty.  He'd also heard about a boy having his cock sucked.  If he lapped his 
aunt's cunt would she suck his cock?  Even if it was nasty he would do it if 
his aunt would suck his cock. 

He looked up, his aunt was watching him.  She cocked her head and grinned. 
She was reading his mind.  "Go ahead, try it.  You might like it.  Most men 
do.  I told you that you'd know what to do. Just let your instincts take over 
and do what you want to do." 

That decided Art.  He was being compared to a man and didn’t want to prove 
he was still a boy.  Slowly he moved his face toward his aunt's cunt and stuck 
his tongue all the way out.  He barely touched the pink inner lips and his aunt 
shivered. 

He pushed his tongue between the inner lips of her cunt. His aunt's hips came 
up off the bed.  He was making his aunt feel good.  He wanted to make his 
aunt feel real good so he pushed his tongue as far into his aunt's cunt as he 
could and wiggled it as he'd done with his fingers.   

Aunt Mable arched her hips off the bed and rubbed her cunt against his face.  
She put her hands on the back of his head and held his face in her cunt. What 
would happen if he sucked on her clit  He tried and his aunt moaned.  He kept 
on sucking and rubbed her clit with his tongue.  Wow!  His aunt really 
reacted to that. 

"Ohhh!  You're making me come.  Ahhh!  Lap my cunt.  Suck my clit. Oooo!  
Where did you ever learn to suck on a clit like that?  You're an expert 
already.  Nobody has to teach you a thing." 

He couldn't watch his aunt's face now, he was much too busy, but he could 
hear his aunt moan and feel the bed move as she tossed her head from side to 
side.  He was glad his aunt thought he was doing a good job. The more he 
licked the wetter his aunt's cunt got.  He tried to lick up as much of the 
moisture as he could. 

He liked the taste and the smell.  He licked between her inner cunt lips and 
Aunt Mable's hips arched off the bed.  He must be making her feel real good. 
Art pushed his tongue in and out several times then went back to sucking his 
aunt's clit until she pushed his head away. 

Again Art sat back on his heels.  He wore the shit eating grin of any male that 
knows he has done a good job on a female.  He was full of macho pride.  He 
gently pulled on his own hard prick as his aunt came down off her high.  

Aunt Mable knew that any male liked to be told how good he was.  "Art, 
you're a good cunt lapper.  You see, I told you you'd know what to do.  
Nobody had to tell you to suck on my clit, you just did it.  That lap job 
deserves a reward.  Lie down on the bed now and let me do something for 
you." 

Art didn't know what his aunt was going to do but he was ready for anything. 
He needed something because his balls were beginning to ache.  He got on 
his back and his aunt got between his legs.  His aunt rubbed a drop of pre 
cum into the head of his prick. She put her fingers on the bottom of his prick 
and pulled toward herself.  Another drop of cum formed on the tip and Aunt 
Mable licked it off!  Wow!  Was his aunt going to give him blow job?  He'd 
hoped she might but hadn't really expected it. 

Aunt Mable licked at the head of his prick then licked all around the head.  
He'd never felt anything this good before.  She sucked the loose skin under 
his piss hole into her mouth and gently nibbled.  Aunt Mable didn't seem to be 
in a hurry, she would stop and look at him and grin after doing each of these 
things.

She licked the underside of his prick where it was most sensitive, then sucked 
on his balls. His hips arched up off the bed.  Wasn't his aunt ever going to 
take his prick in her mouth?  Was she playing with him?  Art wanted his Aunt 
Mable to suck his cock.  It seemed that she wasn't going to get around to it 
until it was too late. 

Aunt Mable licked the new drops of cum off the head of his prick.  She made 
a oval with her lips and lowered them over the head of his cock. Wow!  He 
could feel her tongue massaging the head of his prick.  Art was wide eyed, his 
aunt's cheeks went hollow and she sucked his whole cock into her mouth. 

He was getting a blow job!  His aunt was a cocksucker and she was sucking 
on his cock.  Wow again!  He couldn't believe this was happening.  His aunt 
raise and lower her head.  As she lowered her head his hips came up off the 
bed and he pushed his prick as far into his aunt's mouth as he could get it.  He 
was going to shoot his cum pretty soon.  He wasn't going to last much longer. 
He was going to shoot his cum into his aunt's mouth.  His Aunt Mable might 
not like that.  He tried to pull his prick out of his aunt's mouth. 

"Oh, Aunt Mable, stop.  My stuff is going to shoot out of my thing. I'm going 
to shoot my stuff in your mouth.  You don't want me to shoot my stuff in your 
mouth!  Let me go.  Please! I'm going to shoot off." 

Aunt Mable held his hips and bobbed her head up and down on his prick.  He 
couldn't help himself, he kept pushing his prick farther into his aunt's mouth 
each time she lowered her head.  He couldn't have made himself pull his prick 
out of his aunt's sucking mouth.  Only three more thrusts and the cum was 
rising in his balls. 

"Ahhh! I'm shooting off!  I'm shooting my stuff in your mouth. Ohhh! Aunt 
Mable, it feels so good!  Oooo!" 

Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; his hips jerked and his load of 
young boy cum squirted into his aunt's mouth.  She swallowed it.  He couldn't 
believe his eyes.  The boys at school were right.  Some girls did suck your 
cum out of your prick and drink it.  He thought he had never seen anything so 
sexy in his life. 

His Aunt Mable nursed on his prick until he lost his hard on and his hips fell 
back to the bed.  He loved the feel of her tongue on his soft prick.  He wished 
she would keep it up for ever.  His limp prick slid out of her mouth and she 
licked around his prick and balls to pick up any stray drops of cum. 

She moved up to hug and kiss Art.  She pushed her tongue into his mouth and 
he pushed right back.  He tasted something funny in her mouth. He was 
tasting his own cum!  He almost gagged before he realized that he didn't mind 
it.  He found he liked the taste of his cum and was sorry he hadn't tried it 
sooner.  Aunt Mable moved away and grinned at him again. 

"Art, If you're going to do grown up things, you have to learn to use grown up 
words.  I'm sure you know them and you use them with the boys at school.  I 
sucked your cock.  Your prick shot cum into my mouth.  What's more, you 
lapped my cunt and you're a real good cunt lapper.  Now say those things that 
way." 

Art blushed a deep scarlet.  How could he use those words in front of his 
aunt.  He only whispered them when he used them with the boys.  His aunt 
was looking at him expectantly.  

He took a deep breath.  "I liked the way you sucked my prick and I liked 
shooting cum in your mouth and the way you swallowed it.  I think you're the 
best cocksucker that ever was. I liked lapping your cunt too.  I hope I'm a 
good cunt lapper.  I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.  
There, is that the right way to say it?" 

When he started he was barely whispering.  His voice gathered strength as he 
went along.  After he'd used all those words it felt good and he looked at his 
aunt and grinned.  Aunt Mable grinned right back at him. 

"That sure is the right way, and not only are you are a good cunt lapper you 
rank with the best.  You knew exactly what to do and how to do it and I don't 
think anybody could have done a better job.  I'm glad you think I'm a good 
cocksucker and I'm glad you liked the blow job I gave you.  Now it's almost 
time for your parents to come home and we better get dressed.  Tomorrow 
we'll find out what else you know how to do with that hard young prick of 
yours.  You'll be surprised to find out how much you do know." 

Art looked at the clock and scrambled into his clothes.  The two of them were 
in the family room when Jane and Milton came home.

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