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    From falcons87@hotmail.com Thu Mar 13 20:09:12 2003
    Date: 10 May 2000 02:31:37 GMT
    From: Charlene <falcons87@hotmail.com>
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
    Subject: ASS Story -- Aunt Betty (F/m)

    I am not the author or the original poster. All the credits
    I know of are still attached. I am reposting this because
    right now I am enjoying this theme and wondering if others
    are also.
    A college kid lives with his aunt. I love the way she
    flirts, controls, and brings her nephew along.

    From: "Mush" <mush97@hotmail.com>
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
    Subject: AUNT BETTY
    Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 22:49:05 +0500
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    AUNT BETTY (part 1
    by Septimus fvj@world.std.com

    In the year 196x I was a shy but oversexed 18 year-old
    college
    freshman,
    and I had just moved into my Aunt Betty's compact single
    family house
    in
    Southern California. Actually, she isn't my aunt exactly,
    but my father's
    younger cousin, but to me and my kid brother she was always
    Aunt
    Betty.
    I'll describe her in just a bit, but first let me tell you
    how this
    situation arose. I got a full-tuition scholarship at a
    "good" science and
    engineering university, but no help with the room and board.
    We could
    barely afford transport to and from my native Ohio, let
    alone a dorm
    room
    and meal plan. It was my father's idea to have me rent a
    room with his
    37 year-old cousin, whose much older husband had died a
    couple of
    years
    before, leaving her with a small house and not a heck of a
    lot else.

    Dad's plan was for me to do a host of chores around the
    house and
    pool
    and yard in exchange for my room and board. Plus I think he
    wrote
    some
    checks to Aunt Betty, otherwise the exchange would have been
    too
    uneven.

    I had always remembered Aunt Betty as a chunky lady with
    delicate
    features, a double chin, short dark hair and a sweet, low,
    soothing
    voice. The last time I saw her, she actually baby-sat for me
    and my
    younger brother, when she was still living in Ohio. I guess
    I was
    around
    10 and she was almost 30, still unmarried.

    When I arrived at her house on an unseasonably hot September
    day,
    with my
    old suitcase and a big nylon duffle bag, I was in for a
    shock which
    literally took my breath away. Aunt Betty waved me over to
    the
    modest-sized swimming pool, where she was sitting and
    reading a
    novel.

    She had lost considerable weight, but her short white
    terry-cloth robe
    revealed that she was phenomenally curvaceous. I could
    scarcely tear
    my
    gaze away from her high, tan cleavage, slightly sweaty from
    the sun.
    She
    had nice, slender ankles, too, although her thighs were a
    bit plump.

    Aunt Betty jumped right up and, like a good hostess, showed
    me
    around my
    new home. I tried very hard not to stare at her spectacular
    shape or to
    make excessive eye contact, either. It was really tough,
    because Aunt
    Betty was precisely the physical type I conjured up in my
    masturbatory
    fantasies: a pretty, but not glamorous face, with
    understated makeup,
    and really voluptuous form. I estimate she was about
    five-five or
    five-six tall and maybe 145 pounds, distributed nicely all
    around. She
    must have traded in her thick glasses for contact lenses.
    Instead of
    looking like a plain, dumpy woman who had shed a few pounds,
    she
    gave me the impression of a stroke magazine centerfold who
    had .
    gotten pleasingly plump.

    As the first weeks of the semester passed, I got into a
    routine of
    classes, labs, study in the library until about 9, then a
    brisk walk
    home. I was too tired to think about dating and girls. I
    noticed, too,
    that my aunt would also come home late from her office job,
    rush
    through
    a salad-bar salad and quickly turn in, quite fatigued. I
    gathered from
    our few conversations that the small manufacturing business
    she was
    in
    was understaffed; hence the long hours, and the lack of
    energy for a
    social life.

    As the weeks wore on, our respective workloads got slightly
    heavier,
    not
    lighter, and we rarely ventured beyond the confines of her
    house.

    Although our schedules did not allow us to take meals
    together, we
    started watching the tv news together at the end of the day.
    Aunt Betty
    always wore loose-fitting, modest clothing, but some times
    she sat
    close
    enough so that our thighs touched with quite a bit of
    pressure, which
    alone was enough to give me a semi-erection. At other times,
    without
    making any suggestive remarks or looks, she leaned her head
    on my
    shoulders, as if she were nodding off from fatigue.
    Sometimes I
    suspected she was not really sleeping on such occasions, but
    was
    enjoying the closeness.

    Week by week I was getting hornier and hornier, and I
    suspected that
    Aunt
    Betty also was getting aroused by having me in close
    proximity.
    Although
    we spoke freely on any number of subjects, I naturally
    hesitated to ask
    her about her love life after widowhood.

    Finally, around mid-October, things began to heat up.
    "Oh, Brad, would be a dear and help me so I don't fall off
    the
    step stool?" She was rearranging some crockery on a high
    shelf in the
    kitchen. Her cotton skirt was very short, and her
    loose-fitting top
    didn't quite reach to the waist of the skirt, so I could see
    a nice
    expanse of soft creamy flesh around her middle. It seemed
    logical to
    support her at the waist, so I got to touch her bare skin,
    which thrilled
    me intensely.

    "A little tighter, Brad, I'd hate to have a fall."

    "With pleasure, Aunt Betty" I said, as I gave her waist
    a gentle
    squeeze.

    Since she didn't seem to be in any hurry to complete her
    chore, I held
    her bare waist and leisurely admired her full, curved
    thighs.

    Not long after that episode, out of the blue, she remarked,
    "I've been
    noticing that you look at me...a bit...longingly, Brad. Is
    that possible,
    or is it my imagination?"

    I knew enough even then not to refer to my own loneliness
    and
    extreme
    horniness, so I replied: "It's just that you're a hell of an
    attractive
    woman, Aunt Betty." "I hope I'm not sounding too forward."

    "Brad, I promised your Dad I'd look after you, but I'm
    sure he
    didn't mean that way." She laughed, a deep, throaty, sexy
    laugh.

    From then on she would favor me with glimpses of her
    lush curves,
    but
    they were glimpses only, which inflamed my interest in her
    to an
    incestuous obsession.

    Finally, she broke the ice, and in response to one of my
    longing looks,
    put a hand on my shoulder, and asked, "You do find me
    attractive,
    don't
    you?...as a woman...really, now, Brad."

    "Aunt Betty, if only you knew how much you affect me,
    there wouldn't
    be any doubt in your mind at all."

    "How do I affect you, Brad," she asked, her hand still
    on my
    shoulder.
    "I know it isn't what's supposed to happen, but being
    close to you
    arouses me powerfully...there, I've said it. It had to be
    said." At this,
    I covered her hand with my own and dared to give it a little
    squeeze. My
    heart was racing.

    "We musn't touch-ever," she said, as she withdrew her
    hand from
    mine. "But, Lord help me, I need to feel attractive
    again....you'd really
    like to see my naked body wouldn't you ,Brad? Even though it
    would
    make
    your father very angry?"

    I think she mentioned my father because she wanted to
    emphasize
    the
    incestuous aspect of our situation. To her I think it added
    a definite
    extra measure of spice. With her shape, I would have died
    for her had
    she
    been a perfect stranger.

    "Yes I really, really would, Aunt Betty."

    "If you're a good boy, Brad, and show me an "A" exam
    paper, I might
    just let you have a look, but only under certain
    conditions."

    "Any conditions you say, Aunt Betty!" I could barely
    get the words
    out, my mouth was suddenly so dry.

    Needless to say I buckled down even harder on my courses. In
    those
    days,
    in competitive colleges, the profs didn't hand out A's just
    for showing
    up for all the classes. And in the engineering courses I
    took that year,
    a B-plus was considered a really desirable grade.

    When I got a solid "A"in a tough American History mid-term,
    I was
    thrilled beyond belief, for more reasons than one! On the
    way home, I
    spent the last of my weekly cash on half a dozen roses for
    my aunt, to
    underline my devotion and affection. I tidied up the kitchen
    extra well,
    and left the precious "A" exam booklet on the corner of the
    table, with
    the flowers. I was half aroused for what seemed like hours.

    "Oh you're a dear, Brad, I love roses" said Aunt Betty
    effusively.
    "And I promised your Dad I'd make sure you buckled down to
    study
    hard, so
    now I can tell him you're getting an "A" in History. She
    made no
    mention
    of her promise to me, and I was naturally hesitant to push
    her.

    She made no further mention of the exam grade, sat well
    apart from
    me
    while watching the tv news. I was crushed and highly strung
    out with
    sexual tension. When she headed for her room I gathered up
    all my
    courage
    and somehow mentioned that I had had a "special reason" to
    show
    her the
    "A" paper.

    "Oh, Brad, dear, can you ever forgive me, I'm just so
    tired tonight,
    I just can't do justice to your History "A" and those lovely
    roses! But
    tomorrow, I promise to make it up to you. Will you think
    about me
    tonight
    and tomorrow?"

    "Aunt Betty, you know I won't think of anything else!"

    The next night was Saturday night. True to my parting word
    to Aunt
    Betty,
    I could think of nothing all day but her promise. And her
    bod. To keep
    a semblance of sanity, I walked for two hours along the
    bland,
    palm-shaded streets of the nondescript California suburb.

    Saturday, night, bedtime. Betty wearing her usual loose
    printed dress
    for
    the late news. Her hair freshly brushed, a new perfume, a
    bit deeper
    lipstick shade than usual. In accordance with Aunt Betty's
    explicit
    instructions, I stood in the passageway, five feet from her
    bedroom
    door,
    which on this special night was wide open. With the electric
    lights out,
    she set a lighted candle down on her bedside table and stood
    facing
    me so
    the candlelight shone from her left side. I was not to utter
    a sound, nor
    touch myself 'down there'.

    She slowly unbuttoned her dress from top to bottom, and let
    it drop
    to the floor. Tonight she had omitted wearing a bra, so I
    could
    see everything not covered by her low-cut satiny white
    briefs. Aunt Betty's thighs glistened full, smooth and
    beautifully
    curved. Her belly, partly encased by the panties, was also
    somewhat
    full,
    but completely smooth, with a deep navel. Her Earth-Mother
    bosom
    covered
    almost all of the front of her ribcage. The deep shadows
    cast by the
    lone
    candle accentuated her incredibly lush curves, exciting me
    beyond
    endurance. Still, it was too dark to discern many details,
    so even
    afterwards, her body retained an aura of mystery. After
    standing still as
    a statue for a minute or so, she gracefully turned to face
    directly away
    from me, toward a mirror over the dresser. And as she
    brushed her
    hair,
    her bent, raised arms allowed me to see the side curves of
    both
    breasts
    at the same time, an astonishing sight. Then she turned to
    the side
    and
    blew out the candle. I could hear the faint rustle as she
    slipped under
    the covers.

    I felt as if steam from my superheated blood would blow out
    of my
    ears
    from the excitement, from the two or three minutes of
    forbidden
    intimacy.
    No way I could have fallen asleep after that, except by
    masturbating to
    the candle-lit images I had just witnessed.

    **********

    Sunday morning, I awakened with a hard-on which would not go
    away.
    I
    forced myself out of bed, shaved and then walked almost two
    miles to
    get
    Aunt Betty's favorite newspaper. She made me leave the paper
    outside
    her
    bedroom door, now closed. We shared breakfast, but she
    seemed
    slightly
    distant and made no mention of the incredible events of the
    night
    before...
    Imagine this if you will. The living room is in nearly total
    darkness,
    the house is silent in the wee hours. My aunt had rushed to
    the tv set
    fresh from her bath around eleven and helped me to finish a
    half-bottle
    of Italian red; we fell asleep on the living room sofa. She
    is sleeping-I
    think- nearly upright, the bottom two-thirds of her robe
    completely
    open!

    My face is buried against her shoulder, somehow my bare arm
    is
    resting
    on her lap, hand curled around her soft flank, the middle of
    my forearm
    in contact with-could it be actually-her pubic bush! I dare
    not even
    breath aloud for fear of startling her out of her sleep. I
    know that if
    she awakes, she will break off this forbidden contact. The
    thought of
    touching the gateway to her intimate parts excites me to the
    very core
    and I start to shake with tension. Although it is too dark
    to see, I try
    to imagine Aunt Betty in my minds eye totally naked from the
    waist
    down,
    as she is in fact. My erection threatens to burst the fabric
    of my
    pyjamas.

    I cannot tear myself away although nothing can come of
    this, tonight at
    any rate. Her regular breathing tells me she is truly
    asleep, her falling
    asleep with the robe open an accident. After what seems like
    two
    hours I
    gradually draw away from contact, close her robe and cover
    her with a
    blanket from her bedroom. My balls ache from the prolonged
    congestion,
    it's almost impossible to sleep without stroking my member
    but
    somehow I
    muster the self-discipline to hold off, in anticipation of a
    breakthrough
    in the next few days.
    That was on the Saturday night of a three-day weekend. What
    happened the
    very next night was ten times as exciting.

    "Brad, dear, I think it's time we had a little talk; could
    you
    get us a couple of beers from the fridge?"
    "Sure, Aunt Betty." We settled down on the living room
    sofa. After
    downing half the can, she took my hand and placed it firmly
    on her
    mid-thigh, holding it there for emphasis. Were things going
    to get
    steamy
    at last?
    "Look, Brad, it's time for a little honesty and
    openness around
    here. I'll just bet you've been wondering about my love
    life-or lack of
    it." Here I nodded assent.
    "I had two brief flings about four-five months after
    your Uncle
    Woody passed on, with guys who sell stuff to my company, but
    frankly
    they treated me like dirt. And for me that's worse than
    being lonely-or
    horny. I'm just not about to go looking around for a man now
    or
    probably
    any time soon...but I have needs...I was thinking you and
    I...oh, hell!
    Get me another beer, will you?"
    "Anything for my favorite aunt!" was my attempt to be
    lighthearted,
    but I was getting all of a sudden very tense as I sensed the
    direction
    we
    were headed for.
    "Brad, I remember every flattering thing you ever said
    about me, and
    all those looks you've been giving me...and I don't think
    you'd ever
    treat me like dirt."

    "Of course not, Aunt Betty." I placed my hand back on
    her thigh,
    but higher up. She responded by covering my hand with her
    own.

    "A nice-looking broad-shouldered young fella like you,
    not going out
    with girls, I couldn't help wondering...hoping, you
    know...that had
    something to do with your feelings about me." At this I
    almost was
    tempted to answer by taking her in my arms and kissing her,
    but I was
    still a little shy. Instead I meekly nodded, avoiding eye
    contact.

    "The time is ripe for us to see how we respond to each
    other, as
    equal adults, Brad. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Brad."

    "Oh God, yes, YES!"

    "It has to done just right, making sure that neither
    one of us is
    disappointed, and that it's what we both truly are ready
    for."

    "Uh, what are you driving at, Aunt Betty?"

    "I mean, Brad, that I'm sure you masturbate, if you're
    like all
    other young men, and that it's got to stop right now, so you
    can give ME
    your all. And I'll stop, too, as of this moment."
    I tried not to look shocked, but this was back in the 1960s,
    when we
    didn't talk much about masturbation and boys were totally
    ignorant on
    the
    subject of female masturbation.

    ******

    The air was warm for November, even for a Southern
    California
    autumn. A
    thin crescent moon hung in the night sky. As instructed by
    Betty, I
    heated up her small pool and hung a bunch of towels on a
    lattice-work
    fence to secure our privacy from the eyes of neighbors. I
    got into the
    pool and faced away from the house. Aunt Betty liked to give
    surprises.

    After a few agonizingly slow minutes, I heard her slip into
    the water
    behind me. With pent-up passion she hugged me from the back,
    rubbing and
    then pinching my nipples. No high-school girlfriend had ever
    done
    anything like that! She nuzzled my neck and shoulder, and
    then
    squeezed
    my nipples 'til they hurt. As previously instructed I stood
    still and
    straight.

    "Now, Brad, turn around and look at me." She was
    wearing a one-
    piece
    swimsuit which concealed only the lower 60% of her full
    bosom. I
    gasped
    at her awesome cleavage; somehow the effect was all the
    greater as I
    had
    to strain my eyesight to the utmost in the scanty moonlight.

    "Now let's move to the deeper part of the pool, I want
    to show you
    something." I willingly obeyed.

    "How long can you hold your breath under water, Brad?"

    "Don't know, Aunt Betty." Not even at a moment like
    this was I
    permitted to call her simply by her first name.

    "You'd like me to drop the top of my swimsuit, wouldn't
    you, you
    sweet boy?" I nodded vigorously. "Well, you can see my
    breasts as
    long as
    you can hold your breath under water...starting...now!"

    I took two or three deep breaths and dropped under the
    surface.
    There,
    not two feet away was a sight to behold. No doubt Aunt Betty
    was a
    natural DD-cupper, and although her boobs probably sagged
    quite a
    bit
    under their weight in air, under water they seemed to float
    and sway,
    weightless yet undeniably massive in their shadowed
    roundness. She
    placed
    her hands on her hips, arched her back and twisted back and
    forth to
    accentuate the wonderful jiggling motions. I tried to
    memorize the
    sight
    of those great round masses of tit-flesh until my eyes stung
    fiercely
    from the pool chemicals. I passionately wanted to hold Aunt
    Betty's
    breasts and suck on them, and would have died happily for
    one
    minute of
    such unimagined pleasure. What did happen is that, my lungs
    bursting, I
    surfaced, and mumbled, between gasps of air: "Incredible,
    Aunt
    Betty...you are just so sexy and beautiful...I just...have
    never seen
    anything like that...anywhere(what I meant was, in stroke
    magazines)

    "Oh you dear, lovely boy, give us a kiss," she said, as
    she bent
    forward, tilted her head toward me and kissed me deeply, so
    our teeth
    ground together for an instant.

    "Now I'm sure, dear Brad, of my feelings, but tonight
    is not the
    right night...don't ask...turn around right now, Brad."

    As ever I obeyed her instantly, shaking with passion and
    disappointment
    at the same time. I heard her climb out of the pool and
    disappear
    behind
    me into the house.

    I lay down on the poolside lounger in confusion until the
    air turned
    colder and caused a shivering fit. Back in the house, Aunt
    Betty's
    bedroom door was closed. The house was silent. I felt almost
    sure
    she was
    as drawn to me as I to her, and that we would soon
    consummate our
    incest,
    but maybe she enjoyed teasing me...maybe it would never
    happen.
    With the
    greatest difficulty, I remembered my promise to avoid
    masturbation
    completely. I read myself to sleep with a materials science
    textbook.

    ----------AUNT BETTY 2 -----------
    --------by Septimus (fvj@world.std.com)-------
    SUMMARY: horny male college student lives with his widowed,
    equally
    horny
    and voluptuous 37 year-old aunt. The sexual ardor between
    them has
    smoldered for weeks, but thus far no action.
    --------------------

    After the moonlight swimming pool incident I was extremely
    edgy for
    days.
    It was a wonder I was able to take notes in class. I looked
    at Aunt Betty
    with an acute longing. The English have a (to me)
    funny-sounding
    expression, "keen as mustard." I'm not sure how the
    expression is
    supposed to be used, but I suppose if you fail to feed a
    dog for a
    couple of days and then hold a nicely broiled lamb chop a
    couple of
    inches from its snout for a few long minutes--well that dog
    will be
    "keen
    as mustard." I was keen as mustard for my voluptuous aunt.
    I hung on
    her
    every word and gesture, trying to sense when she would
    finally invite
    me
    to share her bed. My devotion to her was totally
    transparent.

    There was no more physical contact between us for a few
    days. But,
    twice
    she walked around the house immodestly wearing just her
    bra and
    briefs.
    Somehow I knew not to approach her on those occasions; I
    sensed
    she
    wanted me to be a voyeur, not a lover. On a third such
    occasion Aunt
    Betty invited me to stand in the passageway near her bedroom
    and
    watch
    her undress, down to her underwear. Everything she wore was
    just
    little
    snug for her buxom figure, and showed a little bulge of
    extra flesh at
    the upper and lower edges of her lingerie. How I longed to
    squeeze
    those
    sexy, adorable little bulges. She had left the room lights
    on, and
    posed lasciviously for the mirror, cupping her full breasts
    and then
    slowly running her delicate hands down her rounded belly and
    stopping at
    her upper thighs. Unlike the models who pose for stroke
    magazines,
    who
    generally put on exaggerated facial expressions of supposed
    "sexiness,"
    Betty had no expression except a subtle smile of
    satisfaction at what
    she saw in her mirror. As usual, I was totally mesmerized by
    what I
    saw.
    I said nothing, knowing from past experience to keep a
    silent
    voyeuristic
    vigil.

    When the night of consummation came, it was a total surprise
    to me.
    As
    usual, Aunt Betty was in total control of the situation. She
    invited me
    to have Saturday night dinner with her (I think it was the
    weekend
    before
    Thanksgiving) and I remember well that the dinner consisted
    of a
    green
    salad, a small serving of leftover pasta, a single glass of
    California
    Riesling wine for her, a single glass of ice water for me.
    After
    clearing the table, I absentmindedly looked in the
    refrigerator for a
    dessert; Aunt Betty observed my search, closed the 'fridge
    door and
    put
    both hands on my shoulders.

    "My sweet child, tonight you'll sleep in my bed. You won't
    be wanting
    any
    rich desserts just now." You can imagine how stunned I was
    by this
    sudden, yet long-expected invitation.

    "Yes, Aunt Betty, I look forward to...to being with
    you...more than
    I can say." The sharp lust in my eyes was utterly genuine
    and
    transparent, and must have more than compensated for my
    stiff,
    unromantic
    words, for Aunt Betty smiled and said, simply, "Come to my
    room at
    eleven."

    Eleven P.M. was about two hours off, plenty of time to
    shower
    thoroughly,
    brush the teeth, gargle mouthwash. I softened my 18 year old
    whiskers
    with the hottest water possible and took the slowest, most
    deliberate
    shave of my life. Partly to look and feel perfect for my
    adorable Betty,
    and partly to make the time pass. I sat in my room and
    solved some
    routine physics problems, then picked up the sports section.
    The
    Browns
    were seven-and-two; if they beat Dallas tomorrow, they were
    a cinch
    for
    the conference championship. I paced the room, then read an
    article
    about
    the escalation of U.S. involvement in Southeast Asia. My
    mind drifted to
    war, to the R.O.T.C., which I was thinking of joining to
    ease the family
    finances. I calculated my chances of surviving combat as a
    second
    lieutenant of infantry. What IS the half-life of a second
    lieutenant in
    combat? Hours? Days? Morbid thoughts crept into my head. I
    wondered if I
    could even get it up later tonight.

    With a final splash of "4711" cologne on my cheeks and neck
    and
    chest, I
    nervously padded down the passageway to her bedroom. Polite
    as
    always, I
    knocked. "Come in, dear" was her reply.

    O.K., now it's time for the obligatory seduction scene,
    right? With the
    heroine prancing around wearing two hundred dollars worth of
    lacy,
    silky,
    underthings from Victoria's Secret, right? WRONG. Aunt
    Betty, as
    usual,
    had her own ideas. First of all, Victoria's Secret didn't
    exist at that
    time. But mainly, she didn't intend to parade around in
    newly
    purchased
    exotic lingerie, because she damn well didn't have to. She
    had already
    seduced me, many times over. I was ready, had been for
    weeks. Keen
    as
    mustard, your hero, Brad.

    What happened was this. She came out of the bathroom with
    freshly
    brushed
    hair and perfume, but a perfectly mundane, loose cotton
    nightgown
    which
    revealed nothing but her nicely turned ankles. She read my
    puzzlement
    and
    disappointment in an instant, and said, "Brad, tonight we
    are going to
    have a cozy, domestic night...domestic as in husband and
    wife. In real
    life, husbands and wives don't automatically make love
    before going to
    sleep."

    Well, I was still confused, as you may imagine, but by now
    well trained
    to obey her, so I said, "Sure, Aunt Betty" and leaned over
    to sniff her
    shampooed hair. "You really smell great."

    Later, much later, Aunt Betty told me that in her
    experience, most men
    are sexually stronger in the morning than at bedtime, and
    that's why
    she
    insisted on turning in that first night without making
    love. She had
    everything figured out!

    In her teasing seduction of me, Aunt Betty had one more card
    to play: I
    slept under the bedsheet while she slept between the sheet
    and the
    blanket. To the very last, I was in some slight doubt about
    her
    intentions. Was this the ultimate tease, or did she just
    enjoy control
    over the situation, over me? So, with many layers of cloth
    between us
    we
    kissed goodnight, at first chastely, then with more urgency.
    "Oh Brad,
    dear boy, give me a kiss that I'll remember in the morning!"
    We kissed
    with mouths open, she grasped my upper, then lower lips
    with both
    her
    lips, then let me do the same for her. I kissed her nose,
    then licked her
    eyebrows, then licked just below and behind her ear, right
    and left.
    Hell, I didn't know what I was doing, but I sure was
    enthusiastic!

    "Oh Brad, are you glad to be here with me?" Her question put
    an end
    to
    our passionate kissing.

    At this point I had the nerve to say, "I'd rather you be all
    the way
    under the sheets with me." "Just wait," was her reply. "And,
    Brad
    dear?--if you get up in the middle of the night, remember to
    empty your
    bladder, and the mouthwash is right on the sink." From then
    on I
    always
    tried to stay a little dehydrated before sexual relations in
    order to
    avoid a semi-full bladder at the wrong time. And I always
    remembered
    that
    Aunt Betty served me one glass of water and no tea or coffee
    that
    night.

    My stiff cock finally wilted and let me sleep.

    The house was totally silent. I awakened, but it wasn't due
    to any
    discomfort. The tabletop alarm clock read 2:30, but all my
    senses
    were
    alert as they had been that night in front of the tv. Oh,
    God, she was
    actually under the sheet with me, holding my left arm across
    her
    naked
    thighs! I reached higher, holding her soft waist, with my
    arm grazing
    her
    pubic hair. I nuzzled her neck, then her ear. She murmured a
    soft
    sound
    of pleasure. Then I remembered her last minute instruction.
    "Please
    excuse me for a moment" I went to the bathroom for a splash
    of
    mouthwash,
    didn't have to void because of my dehydration, and had the
    presence
    of
    mind to shed my pyjamas on the way back to bed. I purposely
    left the
    bathroom light on to illuminate Betty's opulent curves.

    "Oh, it's wonderful being so close to you at last, Aunt
    Betty"

    "Don't say anything now, Brad, just touch me."

    She was on her back, one knee gracefully bent. I started
    where I had
    left
    off, at the waist and hips and for the first time explored
    her breasts. I
    tore the covers off us and straddled her waist, kneading her
    massive
    breasts, each of which was almost two hand-fulls, then
    bending over
    to
    lick her nipples with circular and back and forth motions.
    I was so
    aroused I felt like the top of my head would blow off. Was
    this what
    high
    blood pressure felt like? Aunt Betty squirmed with pleasure,
    cradled
    her
    boobs in her arms to keep them from sagging against her
    sides and
    offered them to me. "Now suck on me hard, Brad!" With a good
    will I
    set
    to the task until the pink areolas puckered and her nips
    stood up a
    good
    half-inch.

    The actual massiveness and roundness of her boobs in my
    hands
    surpassed
    all imagination. Pushing them from the side in a rhythm set
    up fluid
    wave-like motions. After about ten astonishingly exciting
    minutes
    fondling her boobs every way, I knelt at her side and
    gently stroked the
    outermost portion of her pubic bush, where it met the creamy
    white
    hairless thigh. A minute later, under Aunt Betty's expert
    guidance, I
    stimulated her clit, watching her pull strongly upwards on
    the skin just
    above the clit. I think what this accomplished was to put
    the nerve
    endings on stretch and make the clit itself extra sensitive.
    Learning
    quickly, I pulled the mons skin taut and tried different
    motions on her
    clit, being guided by her audible murmurs and moans of
    pleasure.
    Later
    she told me that she actually came after a couple of minutes
    of clitoral
    stroking, but I kept it up much longer.

    "Come closer, let me admire you, Brad. What a fine,
    strong-looking
    member you have."

    None of the furtive fumblings in the back seats of cars
    with teenage
    girlfriends had prepared me for that kind of talk. She
    rubbed the
    glistening bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock until I
    gasped
    with
    pleasure. I dared to hope she would now take me in her
    mouth, and I
    pushed my cock toward her mouth. But she was as always in
    control
    of
    the action. She grasped my shaft, which was about as stiff
    as a birch
    dowel, and pulled gently backwards on the skin, stretching
    the nerve
    endings on head and making it incredibly sensitive. Now she
    rubbed
    the
    lubricated head and glans with a gentle rotary motion which
    drove me
    out
    of my mind. "Ohh...oooh, YES, yesss, that's perfect, oooh,
    I've never
    felt anything like that before."


    "Now, Brad, settle down a bit and stroke me down there,
    as I
    showed
    you." She stopped stimulating me and although I was ready to
    collapse
    with the intensity of the pleasure, I mustered enough
    concentration to
    stroke the folds where her thighs met the pubic bush, then
    gradually
    moving closer and closer to the midline, where her inner
    pussy lips
    were
    swollen and protruding. I tried pulling on the inner lips
    and elicited a
    few gasps of pleasure from Aunt Betty.

    "Oh, dear Brad, my Brad, touch my clit NOW."

    Aunt Betty was making slight rocking motions with her hips
    to help me
    out. I tautened her skin just north of the clit, and
    moistened my
    fingertip with saliva and touched her lightly right in the
    center. She
    pushed up against my finger, and I backed off teasingly. She
    pushed
    her
    hips higher, seeking my finger, and I gave her clit some
    nice rotating
    motions at medium pressure.

    "Brad, come inside me NOW."

    The moment of truth had arrived. It was actually my first
    time with a
    totally naked woman in the privacy of a bedroom, and the
    thrill of that
    moment beggars my powers of description. Aunt Betty was a
    snug fit
    for
    me, as her tight muscles and prolonged engorgement made for
    a
    narrow
    entry, but the lubrication was copious, and as I glided into
    her slowly,
    we groaned together with a pleasure intensified by our
    abstinence
    from
    "self-abuse." I kept up a very slow rhythm at first because
    I wanted to
    savor every moment and not come too quickly, but soon Aunt
    Betty
    pressed
    me with a barely audible command "Deeper, deeper, faster
    now, Brad,
    yes,
    yesss."


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    From falcons87@hotmail.com Thu Mar 13 20:09:14 2003
    Date: 10 May 2000 02:38:38 GMT
    From: Charlene <falcons87@hotmail.com>
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
    Subject: ASS Story -- I Could Eat You Up (F/m)

    The good author of this story used cousin, not aunt. It is
    a great story and I include it here. When a 27 year old
    lady takes control and initiates her 18 year old relative
    to sex, it fits the classic 'aunt' mold.
    From: friedman@tznet.com (J. Friedman)
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
    Subject: I Could Eat You Up (MF, cousins, teen, cons, oral)
    Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
    Date: 23 Nov 1998 09:55:43 GMT
    Lines: 514

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    Obligatory disclaimer: this story contains potentially
    offensive material dealing with a sexual situation between two cousins
    (neither underage). If you feel this material would offend you, best
    turn off your computer before you are further tempted. If you live
    in an area where it is illegal to view material of this sort, hey,
    don't blame me
    if you get caught viewing it, I didn't kidnap you and force
    you to
    read it, did I? If you are under 18 (21 in some areas), you should
    probably not be viewing this story; I take no responsibility if you
    are. This is a fictional account; all similarity to real persons
    living or dead is coincidental.
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    I Could Eat You Up
    (Aunt Lila, opps, she is really a cousin)

    MF, cousins, teen, cons, oral

    I almost never see my extended family. Never did much when
    I was younger, either. I grew up so far away from them
    geographically that it just wasn't possible. Maybe that's why I'm
    not very comfortable
    with them...we never seem to have anything to say to each
    other, me
    and my grandparents and uncles and aunts and cousins. Not
    to mention
    the fact that they all live in the same small town, while my
    parents left early on for Madison--not a metropolis by any means,
    but way bigger than Carson, the town in southern Iowa where their
    families live, and more cosmopolitan by far.

    So I'd have to say that my visits to Carson with my folks,
    though infrequent, are pretty uniformly excruciating. No one wants
    to hear about my career or my interests; all they can seem to ask
    about is the
    weather in Wisconsin, how the Badgers are doing this season,
    and when am I going to marry a nice boy and have some great-
    grandchildren for
    Grandma? I would much rather languish alone in my little
    professional-woman apartment than spend ten minutes with my
    extended family.

    The one exception these last few years has been my cousin
    Steve. He's 18 now, and just started college at the University of Iowa.
    I remember when he was born--I was maybe nine years old. His
    folks were overjoyed, since they had two girls already (my cousins
    Kelly and Karine, both empty-headed as balloons, who now work
    together at the Price Mart in Carson while they date every married man
    in town).
    Although Steve and I weren't close when he was younger, in
    recent years we've each found the other to be the only reasonably
    fun person to talk to in the whole family. It helps that he's
    intelligent (we always compare books we've recently read) and relates
    well to women, having grown up dealing with Kelly and Karine.

    This last year, since he's been at college, Steve has been
    writing me
    e-mail, something that also differentiates us from the rest
    of the family--we're the only two Internet-heads. Every time I get
    an e-mail from him, bubbling with stories of his acclimation to
    college life and
    his near-misses with shy freshman girls, I can't help but
    think: what
    a catch this kid is. If only I weren't his cousin, and if
    only I were nine years younger, and went to school with him! He's
    smart, he's
    sweet, he's cute (description later) and his heart is in the
    right place. As I get older, I realize how important a guy's
    heart is.
    You don't think about that in college, at least I didn't.

    Anyway, some strange things happened last time me and my
    folks went to
    Carson for our yearly visit. It's hard to know where to
    start....My
    state of mind wasn't all that good that weekend, to begin
    with.
    My boyfriend Mark, who I'd met on the Internet, had just broken
    up with me via e-mail, something I consider inappropriate no matter
    WHERE we met...*grrr* I was well rid of him, but the sting of
    rejection hadn't
    gone away yet. So there I was, riding in my parents' back
    seat, feeling like a ten-year-old again, just like I always do
    when they drive me down to Carson for a visit. I really should drive
    down in my
    own car, just for the feeling of independence, but it never
    makes sense to take two cars for three people. Just once, though,
    I'd like to sit in the front seat...!

    "Hey, Mom, do you know which of the cousins will be there?"
    I can't read in the car, so all there is to do on these trips is
    talk to the folks.

    "Not sure...Carrie said Kelly and Karine both got the night
    off..."
    "Oh, joy."
    "Now, you know they do their best to include you, but you
    brush them off...you ought to be nicer. Who else? Chris and his
    girlfriend, probably..."

    "Steve e-mailed me to say he'd be there."

    "You kids and your e-mail." I was going to draw myself up,
    with all
    27 of my years, and protest being called a kid, but decided
    I was too glad at the thought of seeing Steve to bother pressing the
    issue.

    When Grandma opened the door, the smell of burned potatoes
    wafted out
    at us. Try as she might, Grandma never could organize
    herself enough
    to cook a whole meal without burning something; I'm suprised
    my mom
    didn't die of starvation as a kid. We all just try to
    ignore the
    smell, and after awhile, it doesn't seem so bad. We went
    through the
    rituals of hugs all 'round, then were shuffled into the
    living room
    for more hugs. I could already feel my headache starting.

    The group looked about the same as every year, except that
    Kelly and
    Karine had gone blonde recently. "Like your hair," I said
    gamely,
    sitting down next to them.

    "Thanks, want us to do yours?" said Kelly, at the same time
    that
    Karine asked, "You got a boyfriend yet?". Overcome with
    dread at the
    idea of spending even a minute discussing hair or boyfriends
    with
    them, I stood again, a panicked smile pasted on my face.
    Grandma
    announced dinner just then, and we all went into the dining
    room.

    We were starting on the salad (thank goodness Grandma
    couldn't burn
    that) when I realized Steve wasn't at the table, and hadn't
    been in
    the living room. I asked Aunt Carrie about him. "Steve
    said he
    thought he was coming down with something, poor guy," she
    said,
    drowning her salad in dressing. "He's in the back bedroom
    lying
    down.
    Said you should come back and say hi when you got here,
    though."

    I've always had a work ethic, always thought you should get
    something
    unpleasant over with before running off to play. For that
    reason I
    waited all the way through the salad and into the entree
    course-- a
    whole nine minutes!--to abandon the table and go find Steve,
    the only
    person in the house I actually wanted to talk to. When I
    felt like
    I'd suffered enough (I'd already been asked by three people
    how my
    love life was going) I excused myself, went to the kitchen,
    and got a
    glass of orange juice to take to Steve. (I managed to miss
    the burned potatoes, thank goodness.)

    I knocked on the door to the back bedroom. "Who is it?"

    "It's me, li'l guy," I said, using my pet name for him.
    "Lila."

    "C'mon in, I'm just hiding from the clan," he said, and I
    pushed the
    door open. He was lying on his side on the bed. The first
    thing I
    noticed was that he didn't look sick, just bored and
    adorable.
    He's not what you'd call a 'built' kid, doesn't lift weights or
    anything, but he has a nice sturdy frame, with not too much fat on his
    bones, and one of those sweet roundish faces that you know will
    become more angular with time, so you want to enjoy it now. He'd been
    growing his brown hair; it now reached past his shoulders, and was
    escaping from a rubber band at the back of his neck. There was a light
    shadow on his
    jaws; was it possible he was shaving already? His blue eyes
    opened
    wide as he sat up and saw me, and a smile that would melt
    anyone's
    heart broke across his face. Adorable. I set the orange
    juice on the nightstand.

    "Hey!" he said, standing up to give me a hug. "Lila! Long
    time no see! I won't ask you what's been up though...got your
    e-mail yesterday. Too bad about Mark. He obviously has no taste."
    His arms seemed stronger than last year, and felt good around me.
    Maybe he was lifting weights.

    "That's what I think..." We sat down on the bed and I told
    him how
    upset it made me to read the words "don't think it will
    work" and
    "this hurts me as much as it will hurt you" in an e-mail
    message.
    He nodded sympathetically.

    "That's crass. I mean, I'm only a college freshman, and
    even I know
    you don't dump someone in an e-mail."

    "Yeah, but you're an exceptional college freshman," I said,
    smiling.

    "No..." he blushed, which made me stare a bit, fascinated.
    "My grades aren't anything special."

    "I meant, you're an exceptional person." I decided to tell
    him
    what
    I'd been thinking, before I could censor myself. "I've been
    thinking
    what a catch you are, l'il guy. You have a good heart, you
    know? And
    you're...you're adorable. If the girls haven't noticed that
    by now,
    they aren't looking very carefully."

    He blushed even deeper, and slumped forward in
    embarrassment.
    "Geez...thanks, Lila. It means a lot coming from you...you
    being
    a
    woman, and all that."

    I laughed, trying to ignore the fact that I was blushing a
    little,
    myself. "Yeah, well...I'm only being honest. Don't take me
    as an
    example, either--you'll be married to some wonderful girl by
    the time you're anywhere near my age."

    He looked at me soberly. "Do you wish you were married?"

    I thought about it. "Kind of...I get lonely in my
    apartment. I wish
    I had the skills to go out looking for men, but I really
    don't, if you
    don't count the Internet..." I sighed, remembering Mark.
    "And it doesn't help that all the relatives keep asking when I'm
    going to find
    a husband. I'm sure half of them think I'm a lesbian by now."

    He laughed loudly, then suddenly got quiet. "Well...are
    you?"

    "No!" I grabbed the pillow and bopped him with it,
    giggling.
    "Not in the least, you silly."

    Steve was still quiet. He gazed at the wall of the bedroom,
    where
    Grandma had put up an unidentifiable piece of art, possibly
    made of
    pinecones, from her recent Alaskan cruise. "I'm glad you're
    not," he
    said to the wall. "Because, you know, you're really pretty,
    and really neat, and it'd be a loss if some guy didn't get you."

    He was blushing even more deeply, if that were possible,
    than before.
    I felt a wave of tenderness rush over me as I leaned forward and
    gave him a hug. "You sweetie," I said softly in his ear, and
    hugged him,
    planting a kiss on his cheek. "I could eat you up. Thank you."

    I pressed my cheek to his and could feel his smile widen,
    then ease,
    as I held him. Then--honestly, I don't know how it
    happened, I would
    not have let it happen if I'd noticed it about to
    happen--his cheek
    was sliding across my skin and his mouth was coming around,
    warm and soft, pressing onto mine, in a kiss that was somehow
    tentative and erotic at once.

    Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't seen Mark in six months.
    Maybe it was the fact that he'd so unceremoniously dumped me just a
    few days
    before. Maybe it was the loneliness of spending my evenings
    alone,
    masturbating to my one porno video, and dreaming of hands
    touching my
    body. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't break this
    kiss. I
    needed this kiss, and anything else Steve had for me.

    He broke away at last, looking afraid, and glanced at the
    door.
    "Um...Lila, I'm sorry..."

    I looked at him very seriously. "Steve, you don't need to
    be
    sorry.
    I really liked that. Any girl would like that." I smiled
    encouragingly, then got up and locked the door, as he sat
    looking
    confused. "You do need to know how to do more, though..."

    "More?" He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, watching me.

    "Yes. Have you ever french-kissed anyone?"

    "No...that's with the tongue in...um..."

    "That's right. You know, if you wanted me to, I'd help you
    learn...no
    harm in kissing..." He looked doubtful. "Silly! There are
    tribes
    in
    Africa where everyone kisses with tongue, even strangers
    from
    other
    villages. It's an insult there, if you don't."

    He smiled a little, skeptically. "We weren't in Africa,
    last time I
    checked."

    I sat back and folded my arms. "If you don't want to learn,
    fine...you can just fumble your way with some girl at a frat
    party..."

    He made a face. "I don't go to frat parties, you know
    that."

    "Well, then, you won't have a chance to practice until it
    really
    matters. Don't you want to get it down pat before then?"

    You could see the gears turning over this rationale. "All
    right,
    but
    just once."

    I grinned at him, and felt for all the world like I was
    doing him a
    service, teaching him something he'd need to know. Why I
    didn't
    consider how turned-on I was, why I didn't stop myself from
    doing
    this, I'll never know, but I leaned forward again, looked
    into his
    eyes, put my hand on his lightly bristly cheek, and kissed
    him.
    Oh,
    it felt so good...my heart started beating faster at the old
    feeling
    of soft lips touching mine, and I moved, purely from
    physical
    memory,
    deeper into it, turning my head as I opened my lips, seeking
    a
    truly
    deep kiss.

    His gasp as my tongue touched his lips was audible. In a
    second,
    though, he seemed to regain composure, and his lips parted
    and
    accepted my tongue, warm and wet. A true beginner, he
    wasn't
    sure
    what to do at first, but I poked at his tongue with mine and
    it
    soon
    came alive, twining and exploring. I felt his hand on my
    face,
    then
    my neck, caressing...how did he know how much I loved to
    have my neck
    touched?

    I let out an involuntary moan, just a small one, and in one
    natural
    move, I pushed him back onto the bed and moved so I was
    lying
    next to
    him, leaning my body against his. I put my arm across his
    chest
    and
    pressed against him, kissing harder. In a moment he broke
    the
    kiss,
    his brow furrowed. "Lila..."

    "Shhhh, relax," I said softly. "This is so much
    fun...you're good
    at
    this."

    That stopped him in his tracks, his protests forgotten.
    "Really?"

    "Yes! You're a fast learner. Can I show you a couple more
    things?"

    I could see I had him; I could feel the heat coming off his
    body,
    and
    when I looked surreptitiously down the bed, I could see a
    tentlike
    protrusion below the waistband of his sweatpants.
    Ohhh...that
    clinched it for me. I was going to see what he had in there
    if it
    took all evening.

    He noticed my glance and the blush came back, hotter than
    ever.
    "If
    you...if you want...what kind of things?"

    "You'll see." I got up and turned off the ceiling light,
    leaving the
    room lit only by one of those balloon lamps that little kids
    have in
    their rooms, probably left over from the visit of some
    cousin or
    other
    years ago. By the light of the balloons, I lifted my shirt
    over my
    head, then took off my bra, as he watched with huge eyes.
    "Now you,"
    I said, gesturing to his t-shirt.

    I've never seen anyone remove an article of clothing so
    fast. It
    was
    as though he were trying to minimize the amount of time his
    eyes
    were
    behind the fabric, so he could keep staring at me. And
    staring
    he
    was, at my breasts glowing white in the lamplight. He
    tossed the
    t-shirt to the floor, and I lay back down on the bed,
    pressing
    myself
    against his hard young chest, and kissed him again. There's
    nothing
    like the first contact of chest to chest, is there? That's
    when you
    first savor intimate contact...that's when you first glimpse
    pleasure
    to come.

    I heard his breath come quicker as I rubbed against him
    slightly.
    His
    tongue arched and played against mine, and his hands roamed
    my back,
    my waist...obviously not knowing whether to try more taboo
    areas. I
    answered his unspoken question by reaching back and moving
    his hand
    onto my behind, where I was rewarded with an enthusiastic
    squeeze and
    the cutest little sigh you ever heard.

    I smiled into his kiss and reached around to cup one of his
    buttocks
    in my hand. This had the interesting result of pressing the
    fronts
    of
    our bodies more directly together as our arms reached around
    each
    other, and I took advantage of this by swinging a leg over
    his
    body
    and pushing myself up onto my knees and hands, hovering
    directly over
    him.

    My hair hung down around his face as I grinned down at him.
    I
    saw his
    gaze move down to my breasts, now swinging free and brushing
    his
    chest, then back up to my eyes, and he suddenly grinned
    back.
    I think
    it had just occurred to him that we could have a lot of fun
    with
    no
    possible repercussions, as long as the lock on the door
    held.

    His hands went to my breasts, touching softly at first, then
    kneading
    and massaging. "Touch the nipples," I whispered, and his
    thumbs
    grazed them obediently. I whimpered at the little shock of
    pleasure
    that even that little touch afforded me. Smart boy, he took
    this
    as
    encouragement and flicked my nipples harder, making me
    nearly
    collapse
    on him. I leaned down and kissed his neck, sucking
    slightly, and
    tasting his soft teenage skin.

    "That...feels good," he whispered.

    "Just wait," I said softly, and lowered my blue-jeaned hips
    onto
    his
    lower body, oh-so-slowly. Even through the denim, I could
    feel
    the
    waves of heat coming from his crotch--and then, oh god, I
    could
    feel
    the tent pole itself, bending slightly as I lowered myself
    more. I
    looked up to catch his expression and found that his mouth
    was
    wide
    open in amazement, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I
    ground my
    hips
    against him just a tiny bit, and his eyes flew to mine as he
    made a
    noise somewhere between shouting and strangling.

    "Shhh, you want the family to hear?" I hissed, and moved my
    hips a bit
    more, then a bit more. Then a rhythm, slow but insistent.
    He
    switched to softer noises, little bubbling moans that were
    music
    to my
    ears. The heat coming from his cock was inspiring similar
    heat
    from
    my pussy, and I felt wetness creep through my panties.
    Could
    he feel
    it? It was obvious that he was feeling something; his
    breathing
    was
    starting to take on a heavy quality, as though he were
    running a
    marathon, and seemed to come in time with my hip thrusts.

    Suddenly, I stopped. The disappointment on his face was
    comical.
    Maybe he thought I was irritated that he'd just been lying
    there;
    his
    hands went to my breasts again, ready to work on my
    nipples.
    "No," I
    whispered. "I want to give you something."

    "What?" His voice held a mixture of worry and lust.

    As an answer, I slid down his body until my face was
    directly
    above
    the impressive bulge in his sweatpants. Knowing that
    anticipation is
    90% of the pleasure of the first touch, I reached for the
    bulge in
    excruciating slow motion. He stared down at me as though he
    had no
    control over anything happening below his waist, and, well,
    I
    guess he
    didn't.

    As my hand made contact, he gasped again; when I moved it
    with a sort
    of stirring motion, he twisted his upper body in sudden
    pleasure,
    moaning. I sat up to take the weight off my hands. Still
    moving
    one
    hand on his crotch, with the other I traced the fuzz of
    brown hair
    that began in the center of his chest and led, changing
    along the
    way,
    down to the waistband of his sweatpants--and beyond. In one
    sudden
    move I pulled the waistband down with both hands, allowing
    his
    smooth,
    hard cock to pop out in the most appetizing way. I took a
    moment to
    stare at it, then peered back up at him. He caught his
    breath and
    swallowed, looking at me nervously.

    I looked reassuringly into his eyes. "Li'l guy," I said in
    tones of
    appreciation, "you're not so li'l anymore, are you?"

    He smiled, the smile of an angel, and I leaned down over his
    body to
    kiss him once more, his delicious tongue spiraling up to
    meet
    mine.
    Then, reluctantly breaking the kiss, I moved back down and
    turned my
    attention to the task at hand.

    Hand it was, at first--and he seemed to appreciate my hand
    with
    all
    his might. I began by curling my fingers around his dick
    and
    moving
    my hand lightly up and down. His breath caught in his
    throat. I
    closed my fingers and pulled up and down hard, and he
    emitted
    what
    sounded like sobs. I looked up to see his eyes closed and
    his
    hands
    on the pillow beside his head, like a baby's sleeping
    position, his
    fists clenching and unclenching as I pumped my hand on his
    silky
    cock.
    Awww...adorable was definitely the word for him.

    I swirled my fingers around the sensitive head of his penis,
    and
    his
    eyes flew open to see what I was doing, then closed again as
    I
    added
    my other hand, resuming the pumping action. "Steve? How
    does this
    feel?"

    "Nnnnnnngood," he moaned, his hips bucking slightly beneath
    me. "So
    good..."

    "I'm glad," I said quietly, and scooted back slightly so I
    could
    lean
    over his cock. "Because I think you'll really like this:"

    And I took his hot, rock-hard penis in my mouth all at once,
    tasting
    the sweet and slightly metallic flavor of it, smoothing
    saliva and
    pre-cum down the length as I went.

    The sound he made is impossible for me to describe. I
    imagine
    it's
    similar to the sound a young tiger might make as it sees the
    possibility of making its first kill, or the cry an eagle
    might
    produce as it first feels the wind under its wings.
    Exulting,
    surprised, vulnerable, and joyful all at once. I held him
    in my
    mouth, moving only my tongue, for a moment, while his limbs
    stopped
    spasming and his hands, trembling, reached to twine in my
    hair.

    Then, slowly, I started to piston up and down, moving my
    tongue in
    small circles on the upstrokes to catch that sensitive spot
    on the
    underside of the head. "Lila," he whispered in an almost
    frightened
    tone, "Lila, oh god, I've never...oh god...feels so good..."

    My heart raced along with his; I couldn't believe what I was
    doing to
    my adorable little cousin, or how much he was loving it. I
    continued
    the motion, knowing if I stopped we might never begin
    again.
    He
    seemed to be producing precum in buckets; it tasted salty
    against the
    back of my tongue. His legs were beginning to spasm again
    under me,
    and his hands gripped my head hard, as his moans went on and
    on.
    "Lila...ohhhhhhh...nnnnnnn..."

    I sensed that he was close--I think the first time never
    takes
    long,
    they're so caught up in the moment. I steeled myself and,
    for
    one
    final exclamation point on the evening, thrust a hand under
    his
    cock
    and enveloped his soft balls in my hand, squeezing just
    slightly
    enough to make my presence known, while I bobbed up and
    down on his
    burning cock. That was enough for Steve. "Nnnnnnn...yes...I'm...aaaaaaaaaaahhh...", and a volley of
    cum
    hit my
    palate with the velocity of a gunshot, startling me with its
    force,
    then another, and another, and another, and another, and
    another...they say men are at their sexual peak at 18 years
    old!
    I
    believe it, now. By the time he had quieted down and
    stopped
    bucking
    his hips, my mouth was completely filled with his cum--and
    there
    was
    more left to lick up, dripping down his penis into the soft
    curls of
    his pubic hair.

    As his breathing began to subside, I lifted my head, looked
    into
    his
    eyes, and swallowed everything in my mouth. He caressed my
    hair
    tenderly, a look of amazement playing over his face. I went
    back to
    lick up what was left, and he sighed happily.

    When I'd licked him clean, I crept up to lie with my face
    close to
    his. "What do you think, li'l guy?" I whispered in his
    ear. "Did
    you
    like it?"

    "Did I like it?" he repeated in amazement. "Lila, it
    was...you
    didn't
    have to do that. It was...it was incredible. It was
    exquisite.
    Thank you..."

    "I know I didn't have to do it," I said, playing with a lock
    of his
    hair and snuggling my body against his. "I wanted to. I
    wanted
    to
    give you pleasure. I know you must be frustrated at school,
    with
    all
    those clueless college girls who don't know enough to be
    attracted to
    you."

    "I am," he said, sounding not very frustrated at all, at the
    moment.
    "You know, you didn't really help, either, showing me what
    I'm
    missing." His voice sounded teasing, mock-irritated.

    "You think they'd do that for you?" I asked, sitting up.
    "No.
    They'd
    be too shy. You'd have to persuade them, and even then,
    you'd
    never
    be sure they were enjoying it. You'll have to wait until
    you're old
    enough to date WOMEN, not girls, for them to give you that."

    "I can't wait," he breathed, his hands reaching for my
    breasts
    again.
    There was already a new bulge in his sweatpants. Wow. But
    I
    knew it
    was time, at last, for a little restraint. The family would
    be done
    with dinner, and someone would knock on the door any minute
    now. I
    drew my body away and kissed his moist forehead lovingly.

    "You can wait," I said decisively. "And if you haven't
    found
    anyone
    by next year, I promise I'll give you the next installment
    in my
    series of lessons."

    The radiant smile on his face was all the reward I needed.

    The rest of the visit to Carson went pretty much as usual.
    Kelly
    and
    Karine succeeded, the next day, in luring me out to
    Ribordy's
    Drugstore to pick out some hair dye, but all I would buy was
    a
    kit to
    put subtle highlights in my dark brown hair. "You know,
    Lila,
    you're
    boring," said Kelly, and Karine agreed, "Yeah, you'll never
    get a
    man
    this way."

    I laughed and grabbed a six-pack of condoms, as we passed
    them on our
    way to the checkout. A present for Steve, in case he should
    decide to
    do any experimentation once he returned to the dorm. I
    wanted
    that
    boy safe. "Maybe I won't get a man. But there are more
    important
    things in life."

    Kelly looked affronted, and Karine gasped. "Oh, yeah? Like
    what?"

    I put an arm around Karine and hugged her, unexpectedly.
    "Like
    family!"

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    From falcons87@hotmail.com Thu Mar 13 20:09:13 2003
    Date: 10 May 2000 02:37:15 GMT
    From: Charlene <falcons87@hotmail.com>
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
    Subject: ASS Story -- Aunty's Panties (F/m)

    I am not the author or the original poster. All the credits
    I know
    of for them are still attached. I am reposting because
    right now I
    am enjoying this Fm theme and wondering if others are also.
    This includes a panty fetish and a real take charge sexy
    lady.

    From: free.story@site.com (read for free)
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    Subject: Auntie's Panties
    Date: Sun, 11 Jan 1998 10:11:44 GMT
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    Auntie's Panties

    by Rebecca
    Goldstein

    I've always had this serious thing for women's' underwear.
    Even as far back
    as grammar school I loved to sit on the ground in the school
    yard to watch
    the girls jump rope and show off their frilly little
    panties, just for
    me.

    I was always so jealous of my sisters! They got such
    pretty,
    pink ruffled
    undies to wear while I was stuck with boring white BVD's.
    It
    was so unfair,
    I thought!

    I loved the exciting feel of their lace and silky nylon
    dainties, so
    cool
    and silky and smooth to the touch. By age 12 I was trying
    on
    my sisters'
    underwear. It made me tingle all over to mince in front of
    the
    mirror
    wearing a bra and panties.

    It would get me so excited that I would get a huge hard-on,
    and
    I would only
    be able to control myself for a few minutes before I had to
    masturbate
    wildly in front of my reflection. Soon I was hopelessly
    hooked
    on wearing
    my sisters' underwear!

    After school I would rush right home for an afternoon of
    panty
    pleasures.
    Once I was sure no one was home, I bounded up the stairs to
    the bathroom and
    locked myself in. Then I would rifle the hamper and dig out
    all
    the soiled
    panties my sisters had deposited.

    Each of my three sisters had different personalities, and it
    showed in their
    lovely undies. Lisa, my oldest sister, was already in
    college.
    She wore
    sexy string bikinis. Jennifer, a senior, wore big silky
    briefs with
    lots of
    lace in the front. Doreen, a sophomore, preferred hi-cut
    nylon
    hipsters.

    I would hold the lovely undies over my face and bask in the
    delicious scents
    of the panty treats my unsuspecting sisters had left me. I
    became
    intimately acquainted with each of my sisters' scents and
    could
    even tell
    when one of my sisters had borrowed another's underwear just
    by sniffing
    them!

    I would jerk off wildly, lapping at the filthy crotch while
    sliding
    another
    pair of silky undies over my throbbing cock until I was
    ready to
    explode. I
    wanted more than anything to shoot my cum all over them! It
    took all the
    will power I had to pull the panties away at the last
    possible
    second and
    come into a tissue to avoid leaving any telltale stains.

    I progressed from wearing my sisters' underwear to donning
    their dresses,
    high heels and blouses. I also began using their make-up.
    I
    would use up
    their mascara or lipstick with impunity, then laugh to
    myself as
    they
    accused each other of swiping cosmetics. Naturally, no one
    suspected me!

    Both my parents worked full-time. My sisters were pretty
    and
    popular and
    always had things to do after school. So I was left alone
    to
    enjoy many
    long, sensual afternoons in lingerie.

    I became more skillful in dressing, applying makeup and
    loved
    the way it
    made me look. Except for my short hair, I thought, I could
    easily pass for
    a girl. I wished I could have my own feminine frillies to
    wear.
    But how
    could I get them?

    The answer to my problem came to me quite by accident. One
    day I was in my
    friend Jimmy's house peeing in the upstairs bathroom when
    something in the
    corner of my eye caught my attention. There, hanging out of
    the
    bathroom
    hamper was a luscious pair of red bikinis belonging to his
    sister
    Katy.

    Without even thinking I grabbed the red panties from the
    hamper and stuffed
    them down my pants. For the rest of the afternoon I
    thrilled to
    the sensual
    feel of the silky panties sliding back and forth across my
    cock.
    Jimmy
    commented that I seemed far away. I just smiled and said I
    had
    something
    else on my mind.

    That evening I locked myself in my room for pure panty
    pleasure as I sniffed
    and licked and jerked off with my purloined panties. Katy,
    a
    lovely girl of
    about nineteen was beautiful and feminine and totally
    unapproachable to me,
    then just thirteen.

    But in the wicked fantasy world of my bedroom, I reveled in
    the
    womanly
    scent she had obligingly embedded in her luscious undies. I
    lapped at the
    musky crotch of the delicious red bikinis, fantasizing that
    it was
    Katy's
    dripping cunt instead.

    I masturbated wildly until I exploded in the best orgasm I'd
    ever
    had. I
    could imagine Katy looking for her panties, and snickered
    under
    my breath.
    If she only knew!

    From then on I became a confirmed panty snatcher. No
    women's hamper was
    safe when I was around. I stole from my friends' sisters,
    and
    even their
    mothers if I found them attractive. I especially liked it
    when my
    sisters
    let me tag along to their friends' houses, because it meant
    new
    panties to
    add to my collection.

    But my absolute favorite opportunities for panty pilferage
    came
    on our
    visits to my beautiful Aunt Carmen, my Mother's "kid
    sister."

    Aunt Carmen was the stuff young boys' wet dreams are made
    of. She'd been
    widowed for several years by then. While she'd been married
    she'd been
    rather dumpy and unattractive, but when she became single
    again she seemed
    to blossom overnight. She lost a lot of weight, then had
    her hair
    and
    makeup done over. She adopted the affectation of calling
    everyone
    "Darling."

    She ditched her frumpy wardrobe in favor of tight jeans and
    miniskirts,
    which made her look irresistible even though she was well
    past
    forty. Gone
    were the "sensible" flats in favor of tall stiletto heels.
    No more
    erotic
    woman ever lived!

    To Mom and my other Aunts, Aunt Carmen was the subject of
    endless gossip.
    They never seemed to tire of speculating who Carmen was
    dating or Carmen was
    screwing, particularly the latter.

    Every bachelor in our little town and even some married men
    were rumored to
    have bedded her. According to those cackling hens, Aunt
    Carmen had screwed
    everyone from the Preacher to boys in the high school!

    They never stopped talking about Aunt Carmen, but even then
    I
    knew they were
    all jealous. Yes, they were jealous because she was
    beautiful
    and sexy and
    desirable and they were just a bunch of washed-out old bags
    (sorry Mom).

    Aunt Carmen knew she made me hot as hell. Just being close
    enough to bask
    in her lovely perfume made my head spin. When I spoke to
    her
    I could hardly
    look at her, but she was always very nice to me and seemed
    quite amused that
    she could still excite a young boy that way.

    I'd make a beeline upstairs as soon as I got there,
    anticipating
    what panty
    delights I might find. I was never disappointed. Being the
    sloppy sort,
    Auntie would obligingly leave one or two pair of her worn
    panties right on
    the floor in the bathroom or bedroom.

    I would pick the panties up and fondle them for a long time,
    staring at the
    lovely lingerie confections. Aunt Carmen wore the most
    exquisite, expensive
    imported French undies made of luscious silk and dripping
    with
    lace.

    One evening I'd been especially lucky to grab a delightful
    turquoise string
    bikini with big white ruffles on the behind. They were
    still warm
    and moist
    from Aunt Carmen's sex. She must have just taken them off!

    That night was utter bliss as I sniffed and jerked off with
    my
    panty
    treasures. I was so hot I masturbated madly until my cock
    got
    red and sore
    and I couldn't come anymore. I'd jerked off so much my cock
    was actually
    wearing away!

    When it was all over I felt a terrible twinge of guilt.
    After all,
    this
    woman was my Aunt! How could I fantasize about such
    immoral, incestuous
    things? What was wrong with me? I felt horrible. But that
    didn't stop me
    from jerking off with Auntie's panties, again and again and
    again!

    One afternoon I was up in my room fondling Aunt Carmen's
    pretty turquoise
    panties when the doorbell rang. Not wanting to arouse
    suspicion, I threw my
    clothes on and went to answer it.

    I opened the door and gasped a little. There was Aunt
    Carmen
    herself,
    looking lovely as ever with a tight leather miniskirt, black
    fishnets with
    black patent spikes and a low-cut lace blouse that revealed
    her
    ample
    cleavage.

    I looked down and tried not to stare at her lovely breasts
    as she
    told me
    she needed to borrow a certain pair of pumps from my Mom
    for her date that
    night. I told her Mom wasn't home, and she replied she knew
    that but she'd
    called her at work and found out exactly where they were.

    Aunt Carmen walked right in and went up to Mom's bedroom.
    I followed close
    behind, trying not to look obvious as I tried to peek up her
    skirt
    when she
    walked up the stairs. She sashayed right into the closet
    and got
    the shoes,
    but on her way out as she passed my room she stopped in her
    tracks and
    stared inside.

    Aunt Carmen walked into the room to my bed, and my heart
    sank as she picked
    up the turquoise panties I'd stolen only days before. She
    held
    them as she
    scowled at me and sneered, "...and what are THESE doing
    here, you filthy
    little pervert? You little panty snatcher, I wondered where
    these went!"

    All of a sudden a look came over Aunt Carmen. "...And I'll
    just
    bet I know
    where my OTHER missing panties are too, Darling! I want you
    to show me all
    the other panties you've stolen... right now! ...Or maybe
    I'll
    just have
    to tell my sister what a disgusting pervert she has for a
    son!"

    Aunt Carmen had me dead to rights and I knew it! I had no
    choice but to do
    as she said. I walked over to my closet and brought out the
    box where I
    kept my panty collection.

    "Empty them out onto the bed," she snarled.

    I turned the box over and let the panty plunder fall onto my
    bed.
    I was
    suddenly surprised at how many I'd managed to accumulate in
    only a few
    months.

    "Well Darling," Aunt Carmen giggled as she surveyed my
    spoils,
    "that's quite
    a collection you have there. You certainly must have been a
    busy little
    panty snatcher..."

    With that, Aunt Carmen began browsing through the panties
    and picking them
    up, with a little comment for each.

    "These are mine, I wondered where they'd gotten to!

    "Borr-ring! These must belong to a young girl. Don't know
    why you stole
    these Darling, but then they are rather well-worn...

    "Oh, these are pretty. I wonder where she got them.

    "And these are mine... and these.. and I forgot all about
    these!"

    I knew I was in a lot of trouble as Aunt Carmen rummaged
    through my panty
    collection, but I couldn't take my eyes off the luscious
    turquoise
    panties
    she still held in her hand. In spite of myself I could feel
    my cock
    hardening as Aunt Carmen held up each pair of lovely
    underpants.

    Aunt Carmen saw I was getting excited and laughed aloud.

    "Well Jeremy Darling, you certainly like pretty panties. At
    least
    you have
    good taste in lingerie! I can only imagine what disgusting
    things
    you do
    with them..."

    She looked at her turquoise panties then looked at me. A
    wicked smirk came
    over her face a she looked me up and down. "...And I'll bet
    you love to
    WEAR them, too! Don't you, Darling?"

    I hung my head and said nothing.

    "That's what I thought." She tossed the bikini panties to me
    and
    said, "I
    want you to take off your take off your clothes and put
    these
    on! Model
    them for me, Darling."

    I tried to protest. "No.. I can't... I couldn't!"

    "You will or I'll tell your Mother what a perverted little
    panty
    sniffer you
    are! Now quit blubbering and put your little panties on.
    You
    know you love
    it! You know you want to! Chop-chop Jeremy Darling, don't
    keep me
    waiting!"

    Aunt Carmen had me in her power, but it felt strangely
    exciting.
    I turned
    around and stripped, sliding into the turquoise bikinis as
    fast as I
    could.
    As the silk began sliding across my cock, it immediately
    leaped
    to erection
    in spite of my predicament.

    "Oh Darling! You look positively scrumptious! Such milky
    white skin...
    such a lean body... and lovely legs! Oh Darling, you're
    perfect!
    Now walk
    across the room and give me a little turn... and be sure to
    wiggle the
    luscious little tush for me Darling! Yes, that's it.
    Sashay for me
    Jeremy
    Darling. That's lovely."

    Aunt Carmen began breathing heavily, and I could tell the
    situation was
    getting her very excited indeed. But then she stopped
    staring at
    me and
    regained her composure.

    "Now Darling, you've done as I've asked. What can I do for
    you? Hmmmmmm...
    I know! Darling, you may lie down on the floor between my
    legs and I'll let
    you look up my dress the way you've always wanted to!
    Didn't
    think I saw
    you peeking before, did you? I know what you want. The
    same thing all men
    want. So, go ahead. On your back!"

    I couldn't believe my luck and I wasted no time getting on
    my
    back while
    Aunt Carmen straddled my head. Since she was still standing
    I
    could see
    every bit of loveliness hidden by her skirt. Her long lean
    legs
    were
    covered with sheer black stockings, and I could see the lacy
    suspenders from
    her black garter belt.

    Aunt Carmen's womanhood was covered by the wispiest black
    panties, which had
    big black ruffles around the leg holes. Through the
    gossamer
    material I was
    surprised to see her vulva was completely shaven and
    hairless,
    like a little
    girl's. This was unexpected but by no means unexciting.

    "Do you like what you see, Darling," Aunt Carmen teased.

    "Oh yes Auntie," I panted. "You're..." I sputtered as I
    beheld
    her, staring
    at feminine perfection. "You're so beautiful." The words
    seemed pitifully
    inadequate.

    "Thank you Darling," she giggled. "Flattery will get you
    everywhere!"

    I watched as a very feminine hand with long red nails
    reached
    beneath her
    skirt. A painted finger slid aside the crotch of the sheer
    panties
    and slid
    itself into the slit within.

    Aunt Carmen let out a little gasp and said, "Now jerk off
    for
    me, Darling!
    I love to watch young boys bring themselves off. Yank on
    your
    hard cock and
    come for me Darling!"

    It was such an erotic sight as my beautiful Auntie diddled
    herself
    while I
    yanked at my throbbing cock for all I was worth! I could
    see
    Aunt Carmen's
    panties getting all dark and wet from her juices, the little
    droplets
    collecting on the sheer fabric.

    I could hear her moaning in pleasure. "Yes... yes...
    yesssssss!," she
    hissed as she buried a second finger inside herself and then
    a
    third. She
    was dripping now and the musky scent of her womanhood filled
    the air as her
    panties were now drenched.

    "Now Darling," she panted, "suck me! Eat me though my
    panties!"

    I pressed my face against the damp fabric covering her slick
    vulva and
    pulled the crotch to one side. Then I slid my tongue and
    began
    licking her
    luscious pink slit while she continued to finger herself.
    Aunt
    Carmen
    pressed my face against her sex as I began to lap greedily
    at her
    flowing
    cunt.

    Aunt Carmen's thighs and my face were soaked with her
    juices,
    but I didn't
    let up for a second. I still couldn't believe this was
    happening.
    My
    naughtiest, most secret fantasy was somehow coming true! I
    wanted this
    delicious moment to last forever!

    Aunt Carmen's body seemed to tighten up all at once. Her
    legs
    tensed. She
    let out a little squeal, and it was finished.

    When she stopped panting, Aunt Carmen looked down at me
    and said, "Oh...
    Jeremy Darling, that was incredible! You've really got
    talent my
    dear! Now
    finish yourself off Darling! Yes, turn on your side and cum
    all
    over my
    shoes while I watch!"

    I was so hot now I would have gladly done anything she
    said! I
    turned on my
    side and resumed jerking off as my throbbing glans slid
    against
    the cool
    leather of Aunt Carmen's black patent leather spikes.

    It only took a few more pulls before I was splattering my
    hot
    white sperm
    all over her shiny black toes. I came so hard I felt as if
    all the
    fluids
    had been drained from my body!

    When I finished gasping from the incredible orgasm I'd just
    had,
    Aunt Carmen
    told me to remove her shoe and hand it to her. Then, I
    watched
    as she
    sensuously ran her tongue along the toe until all my cum was
    off
    it.

    Then, she smiled seductively and said, "Don't think this is
    the
    end of it
    Darling. You've been a very perverted young man and you
    must be punished.
    Stealing women's' underwear! I will expect you at my house
    tomorrow as soon
    as you get out of school.

    But then, Aunt Carmen bent over and reached underneath her
    skirt once more.
    She slid her panties down her long, lovely legs and stepped
    out
    of them.

    Then, with a playful grin, she picked them up and tossed
    them
    to me. They
    were warm and sticky in my hand, saturated with her cum.
    "Jerk off with
    them tonight. Enjoy Darling," she cooed.

    Aunt Carmen walked down the stairs and out the door. I was
    standing there
    wearing her turquoise bikinis, still in a fog from all that
    had
    happened.
    Even so, I had the presence of mind to put away my panty
    collection and air
    the smell of sex out of the room before my sisters or
    parents got
    home.

    To read the rest of this story go to http://members.tripod.com/~canyouseeme/index.htm

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    From falcons87@hotmail.com Thu Mar 13 20:09:13 2003
    Date: 10 May 2000 02:35:24 GMT
    From: Charlene <falcons87@hotmail.com>
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
    Subject: ASS Story -- Aunt Kelli (F/m)

    I am not the author or the original poster. All the credits
    I
    know of for them are still attached. I am reposting because
    right now I am enjoying this theme of Fm and wondering
    if others are also.
    Here an aunt teaches a young man how to please a woman.

    From: "Mush" <anonys@yahoo.com>
    Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
    Subject: AUNT KELLI . (MF, Incest.)
    Date: Tue, 19 May 1998 02:05:45 +0500
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    Mush's DISCLAIMER.
    THIS STORY IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME. THE POSTING
    IS FOR
    RECREATION ONLY AND NOT MEANT FOR ANY
    COMMERCIAL PURPOSE.
    ANY VIOLATION OF THE COPYRIGHT SHALL BE
    DEEPLY REGRETTED.
    NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. THE OTHER
    STORIES SHALL BE POSTED
    ON READER'S REQUEST. THANK YOU.....

    The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr
    Double. If
    you are
    the author of this story and would like to receive proper
    recognition (an
    Author's Page at my website at: http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html), please
    contact me at
    mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

    AUNT KELLI (Part1)

    Shortly after my 16 birthday, my mom's younger
    sister,
    Kelli, sent me an invitation to spend a few weeks with her
    and
    Jerry, Kelli's husband. They were living in the San Diego
    area,
    and
    I saw this as a great opportunity to spend time on the
    beach, as
    well as see some of the attractions found in Southern
    California.
    I
    accepted, and the plans were made. I was to fly out the
    weekend
    after school recessed for summer break.

    Although I hadn't seen Aunt Kelli for about five
    years, I
    immediately recognized her upon exiting the plane in San
    Diego.
    She, on the other hand, looked right past me. I think she
    was
    looking for that 11 year old kid she'd last seen! As I
    walked
    toward Kelli to reintroduce myself, I was surprised at how
    pretty
    and sexy she appeared to me. "Aunt Kelli", I thought, even
    at
    32 is
    one sexy lady!"

    Kelli was wearing a very short, black mini-skirt
    which
    revealed most of her long well formed legs. The skirt was
    topped
    by a white, close fitting white shirt which accented her
    full, firm
    breasts. As I got nearer, I could see her nipples pressing
    against
    the material and knew she was bra-less under the shirt. I
    felt
    my
    cock stirring and felt, somewhat guilty since this was my
    aunt.
    "But, what the fuck", I told myself, "Aunt Kelli is sexy!"

    "Hi, Aunt Kelli", I said as I touched her arm.
    "It's me,
    your
    nephew, Ray. I guess you're looking for a little kid, huh?"

    "I certainly wasn't expecting a big guy like you.",
    Kelli said
    as she put her arms about me in a tight hug.

    She then released me, stepped back and looked me up
    and
    down. Her eyes seemed to focus, for a moment, on the bulge
    in
    the front of my pants. I was embarrassed, but what the
    hell, it
    was
    her fault my cock was hard.

    "Yes indeed, you are a BIG guy", my aunt said, as
    she
    embraced me once again. She looked into my eyes, smiled,
    then
    kissed me on the lips. I thought I felt the tip of her
    tongue for a
    brief moment, but knew I must have been mistaken. After
    all,
    this
    was my aunt!

    As we headed for the baggage area to pick up my
    luggage,
    she explained that Jerry, her husband, was out of town on a
    business trip and wouldn't return until later in the week.
    We got
    the bags, found Kelli's car and left the airport for their
    house.
    On
    the drive, I caught her up on all the news and gossip from
    home.
    As she drove and we talked, Kelli short skirt rode up even
    higher
    on her thighs until the black panties she wore were in view.
    I
    tried
    not to look, but my eyes kept returning to her pussy mound
    pushing out the silk in the front of her panties. At one
    point, she
    caught me staring, looked down at her crouch, then up to my
    face
    and smiled. Kelli made no attempt to pull the skirt down,
    and I
    began to have some thoughts a boy shouldn't have about his
    aunt!

    During the next couple of days, there were several
    instances where Kelli, accidentally I thought, would brush
    her
    breasts against my back, or pass a hand lightly across my
    fly.
    Even
    though I knew these times were unintentional, my cock
    responded
    nonetheless!

    I had been at Kelli's about three days when I found
    some
    porno books and magazines on a shelf in the garage. I
    settled
    down in an old easy chair Uncle Jerry had near his workbench
    and
    started to scan through the books. The pictures and
    articles
    were
    very graphic and explicit, and I was soon horny as hell. I
    was
    rubbing my crouch for awhile as I read the articles and
    looked
    at
    the pictures, then I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock
    free
    so I could stroke it with my hand. I was so engrossed in
    the
    books
    and my jerking off that I didn't hear the side door open,
    but was
    startled when I heard Kelli's voice.

    "Oh shit, I'm sorry Honey! I didn't know you were
    in
    here."

    Embarrassed, I dropped the books to the floor and
    jumped
    up, stammering, "Uh, I...I was just...uh, just looking at
    some
    books."

    "Yes, I can see", Kelli said, her eyes focused on my
    still
    hard and exposed cock.

    I quickly stuffed it back inside my pants and stood
    there,
    too embarrassed to say anything. Kelli smiled and started
    to
    leave,
    but turned back and said, "Why don't you take the books to
    your
    room? It'll be more comfortable and much more private."

    She didn't mention the incident in the garage that
    afternoon, which was a relief to me. Later that evening,
    Kelli
    and I
    were in the livingroom watching TV, she stretched out in
    Jerry's
    recliner and I on the sofa. I glanced over at my aunt and
    saw
    that
    her skirt had ridden up and I was once again given a view of
    her
    panties. I didn't even try to avoid the sight. I stared!
    Kelli
    looked
    over at me, smiled, then pulled the skirt higher and spread
    her
    legs.
    Continuing to look in my eyes, she lowered a hand to her
    silk
    covered pussy and began to lightly rub the mound. She
    inserted
    a
    finger in her mouth, withdrew it , then pulled her panties
    aside
    and
    rubbed the finger up and down in the slit of her cunt. This
    went
    on
    for several minutes before she stopped, got up and left the
    room.
    My disappointment, however, was short lived. She returned,
    sat
    back down and raised her skirt. I damn near dropped a load
    in
    my
    jeans. My Aunt Kelli had removed her panties!

    As I said before, Aunt Kelli had left the room,
    removed
    her
    panties, returned and was now flashing her pussy at me. She
    became quite bold as I stopped all pretense of watching TV
    and
    focused on her. Kelli raised her skirt higher, lay a hand
    over the
    top of her mound before combing her fingers through the
    black
    pubic hair covering her cunt. Looking directly at me, she
    smiled
    and asked, "Do you like this as well as the pictures you've
    been
    using?" I was speechless, so the best I could do was nod a
    "yes".

    "Come over here closer", my aunt ordered. "Over
    here on
    the floor." I got up from the sofa, went over and sat down
    in
    front
    of her where she had motioned. She spread the lips of her
    pussy
    and began to use her fingers on the pink, wet flesh. "Do
    what
    you
    do when you look at the pictures", Kelli ordered. I played
    dumb
    and asked what she meant. "Play with it! Let me watch you
    play
    with your cock while you watch me."

    I hesitated for a minute before exposing my cock.
    "Pull
    the
    foreskin back", she said. Let me see the head!" I did
    everything
    she told me to do as I watched her work on her cunt. Very
    quickly,
    I shot a load of cum into the air. Kelli laughed and told
    me to
    get
    cleaned up because Jerry would be home soon. I jerked off
    again
    later as I lay in bed listening to the moaning, crying out
    and
    other
    sounds of Jerry fucking Kelli in the next room. I hadn't
    heard
    them
    before and later learned they had wanted me to hear that
    night.

    The next morning at breakfast, Jerry mentioned that
    he'd
    be
    working late again that night. I spend the day at the
    beach,
    returning late in the afternoon. Kelli fixed us both a
    sandwich
    and
    a glass of iced tea. As we sat at the table eating she
    asked if I
    was
    upset about what she'd done the night before. I wasn't and
    said
    so.
    She then asked if I would like to do it again. I certainly
    did and
    said so. The conversation continued in the same vein until
    we'd
    finished eating. I had a hard-on just from the talk! We
    got up
    from the table and Aunt Kelli told me to grab a shower then
    come
    to her room.

    After my shower, I slipped on a pair of jeans and
    went to
    Kelli's room. She was laying on the bed nude. "Get the
    jeans
    off",
    she ordered. I stripped and joined her on the bed. She
    began
    playing with my cock as she told me I was going to learn how
    to
    please a woman. She had me suck and scrape my teeth lightly
    on
    her nipples. She showed me how to find and manipulate a
    woman's clitoris. This went on for quite some time before
    she
    pulled me up over her body.

    Reaching down between our bodies, she guided my cock
    to
    the entrance of her cunt. She was so wet that it slid in
    easily.
    God,
    I couldn't believe how hot her pussy felt! I fucked in and
    out a
    few
    strokes before she had me push her legs up and back, then
    hold
    them in that position with my shoulders. She said this gave
    more
    penetration to my cock. This being my first fuck, I knew
    nothing
    about control and soon blasted a load into her cunt. Kelli
    wanted
    more and had me use my fingers on her clit until she finally
    moaned with a climax. My Aunt Kelli, Mom's sister, was my
    first
    fuck, and I loved it!


    AUNT KELLI (Part 3)

    The next day after dinner, Uncle Jerry and I were
    watching
    a ball game on TV when Kelli came in from the kitchen. She
    told
    Jerry she'd bought a new outfit that day and wanted to model
    it
    for
    him. Jerry and I resumed watching the game while Kelli went
    back to their bedroom to change.

    It wasn't too long before she returned wearing a
    robe. I
    thought she'd decided to wait before showing us the new
    outfit.
    I
    couldn't have been more wrong! Kelli walked over to the TV,
    pressed the off button, then turned to face us.

    "Ready, guys?", she asked. "Both of you close your
    eyes.
    Good. Now don't open them until I tell you. Okay, open
    your
    eyes."

    I opened my eyes but didn't believe what I was
    seeing.
    Aunt Kelli had dropped the robe and was now standing before
    us
    with her legs spread and a hand on each hip. "Do you like
    the
    outfit?", she asked. The "outfit" consisted of black, very
    high
    heels, black hose attached to an equally black garter belt
    which
    framed the lust black growth covering her cunt. Her
    bra--also
    black--had openings through which her nipples now
    protruded.
    I
    had an instant hard-on!

    This scene was making me very nervous and anxious
    about
    being in the room with Kelli dressed in that manner.
    Although
    I'd
    seen her body before, Uncle Jerry hadn't been there! I
    stood
    and
    told them that I'd better go to my room and give the two of
    them
    some privacy.

    "Sit down, Honey", Kelli said. "You've seen it
    before and
    Jerry knows. He knows everything!"

    "Jerry, I...I...uh...don't think..."

    "Kelli's right, kid", Jerry said. I know she fucked
    you. In
    fact, she told before it happened. We have no secrets. The
    choice
    is yours to stay or not. Kelli and I enjoy a threesome.
    With
    either
    another guy or woman. It doesn't matter."

    "So, Baby, as Jerry said", Kelli cut in. "The
    choice is
    yours. You can stay here and join the two of us, or you can
    go
    back to your room. If you decide to go, that'll be the end
    of it.
    Stay, have some fun, some new experiences and, maybe, learn
    a
    few things. Make your choice."

    I looked from Jerry to Kelli and made my decision.
    I sat
    back down and waited for what was to come. (No pun
    intended
    here!) It was quickly obvious to me that Kelli planned to
    direct
    the
    evenings activities because she, once again, spread her leg,
    placed
    a hand on each hip and in a very commanding voice ordered:

    "Okay, my fucking studs, get those clothes
    off...NOW!
    After you've stripped, both of you sit your asses down on
    the
    sofa."

    Jerry and I removed our clothing and sit down as
    Kelli had
    directed. She walked over, stood before Jerry for a moment,
    then
    turned, bent over, reached back with both hands and spread
    the
    cheeks of her ass. Looking back at Jerry, she said, "You
    know
    what I want Jerry. Show our dear, sweet, young fuck of a
    nephew
    how it's done."

    Jerry replaced her hands with his own and, holding
    Kelli's
    ass open, leaned forward and inserted his tongue into the
    waiting
    hole. Kelli was pinching her nipples as Jerry ate out her
    ass.
    He
    continued for a few minutes until Kelli pulled away and
    moved
    over to push her ass toward my face. "Now it's your turn",
    she
    said. I hesitated and Kelli looked back, saying, "Do it!
    Eat my
    ass! I want to feel that tongue buried up my asshole." I
    did as
    she
    ordered!

    When Kelli had tired of this little game, she had
    Jerry
    stand
    as she positioned herself between my legs. She pulled the
    uncut
    skin of my cock back until it hurt, then placed her lips on
    the
    head
    and drew it inside her hot mouth. As she sucked, Kelli
    motioned
    for Jerry to join her on the floor. He dropped to his knees
    and
    she
    pulled her mouth off my cock. Jerry quickly replaced it
    with his
    own. I started to push him off, then decided--"Why not?"
    Jerry's
    mouth felt different than Kelli, but my cock didn't care!
    The
    two
    of them switched once more and Kelli began to take my entire
    shaft into her mouth. She went up and down, sometimes
    scraping
    her teeth along the sides. It was unbelievable!

    "Oh fuck Kelli, that's good!", I moaned. "Your
    mouth is
    so
    hot. Oh shit...shit...shit...I'm going to cum! Oooohhh
    fuck yes!"

    My cock filled Kelli's mouth with cum. She
    continued to
    nurse on the head for a time before raising up and leaning
    over
    to
    me. She placed her mouth on mine, opened my lips with her
    tongue, then blew my cum into my own mouth! She didn't
    remove
    her mouth until I was force to drink it down. She pulled
    her
    mouth
    away and laughed.

    "So how was your first taste of cum? Too bad it was
    your
    own. But maybe we can change that before the night's over.
    Right
    Jerry?"

    The two of them laughed together as Jerry answered,
    "I'm
    sure we can."

    There was no doubt in my mind about what they meant.
    They had plans to make me a "cock sucker". Words such as
    "Queer" and "Fag" raced through my mind, but again, I told
    myself, "Why not?"

    As she had with me, Kelli directed Jerry to sit down
    on
    the
    sofa and she knelt between his legs. She had me get down
    beside
    her and watch as she began to use her mouth on Jerry's
    cock.
    She
    stopped and pulled my head in closer. I touched the head of
    Jerry's
    cock with my tongue. That wasn't so bad, so I licked around
    on the
    head before placing my lips over it. I had no sooner gotten
    part
    of
    it inside my mouth before Kelli pushed down on the back of
    my
    head. I now had about half of Jerry's dick inside!

    I worked my mouth up and down on the shaft as Kelli
    and
    Jerry had done to mine. It wasn't long before my untrained
    efforts
    were rewarded with a load of cum from Jerry's cock. I
    didn't
    really
    want to have it go down my throat, so I let it dribble from
    the
    side
    of my mouth as I continued to suck. Thinking to return what
    Kelli
    had done to me, I pulled off, turned to Kelli and placed my
    mouth
    on hers. She knew what I was going to do, opened her lips
    and
    sucked the cum inside.

    At that point, Kelli decided we should all go out
    back and
    spend some time in the hot tub. Jerry and I headed out back
    while
    Kelli shed the new "outfit" she'd been wearing. Jerry and I
    were
    waiting in the hot tub when she walked out and climbed in
    with
    us.

    XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
    XXX

    AUNT KELLI (Part 4, the final one)

    My sexual awakening continued through the weeks of
    that
    summer I spend with Aunt Kelli and Jerry. Outside of the
    "whips
    and chains" type of activities, I experienced most of what
    two
    guys
    and a woman can do together. I had balked at any anal
    action
    from
    Jerry. I just wasn't ready for that! During my last week
    with
    them,
    that, as well as another dimension, was added.

    One of Aunt Kelli's friends from her college days
    was to
    attending a conference in San Diego. The friend, Sue, was
    staying
    at the Hilton, the conference site, and Kelli had visited
    with her
    there a couple of times while the conference was in
    progress.
    Kelli
    had invited Sue remain in town a couple of days and stay
    with
    us
    when the conference ended. Sue agreed, and on Friday night
    Kelli
    was about to leave to pick her up and asked if I wanted to
    go
    along
    since Jerry was again out of town on business. I declined
    because I
    had plans to attend a party with some kids I'd met at the
    beach.
    Kelli left, and I headed for the party.

    Although the party was fun, I was feeling tired and
    left
    early. when I got to the house, I saw Kelli's car and knew
    she
    was
    back with her friend Sue. I didn't find them in the kitchen
    or
    livingroom and decided they were getting Sue settled into
    the
    other
    spare room across the hall from the one I was using. The
    door
    was
    open and a couple of bags were sitting on the bed--but no
    ladies. .
    The door to Kelli's bedroom was slightly ajar and light was
    spilling
    into the hallway. "Must be in Kelli's room", I thought, as
    I
    walked
    down to meet Sue.

    Since the door wasn't closed, I didn't knock before
    pushing
    it open. Aunt Kelli was sitting in the over-stuffed chair
    she had
    in
    the corner of the room, her legs draped over the arms, and
    her
    head
    pressed against the back. Her hands were holding the back
    of
    a
    woman's head buried between her legs. The woman, on her
    knees
    with her arms over Kelli's legs, was busy on Kelli's
    pussy!
    From
    the position she was in, it was difficult to tell much about
    the
    woman's body--other than she appeared to be very petite. My
    aunt,
    as she had told me, was bi-sexual; however, she hadn't
    mentioned
    that Sue was also bi. It had been one of my fantasies to
    see
    two
    women together. Seeing it now--with one being my aunt--was
    a
    dream come true!

    I continued to watch until my aunt opened her eyes
    and
    saw
    me standing there. I asked her silently, by motioning, if I
    should
    leave. She shook her head "No", removed one hand from
    Sue's
    head and pointed to the bed. I walked over and sat down.
    Kelli let
    me watch while Sue finished her task and my aunt had
    climaxed
    with a long moan. Sue continued to lick as Kelli recovered
    from
    the orgasm. Kelli leaned down and say softly, "Sue, Honey,
    we
    have a visitor." Sue stopped, rose slowly to her feet and
    turned
    toward me. The area around her mouth was glistening with
    the
    juices from Kelli's cunt. Sue, however, didn't seem to be
    the
    least
    bit embarrassed.

    "Hi, you must be Ray, Kelli's nephew. She's told
    me all
    about you...and her I should add. We were hoping you'd get
    home
    early. Did you enjoy what you saw. Your aunt said you
    would."

    "Yes...yes I did...uh Sue, right?"

    During this exchange, I'd been looking over Sue's
    body.
    Petite, as I had thought, with small, firm little breasts
    which
    needed no support to keep them up and pointed at me. I
    hadn't
    noticed before because Kelli hands had been in the way, but
    her
    short hair was a deep red. As my eyes went down her body,
    it
    was
    obvious the color was natural. Her pubic hair, not as thick
    as
    Kelli's was the same deep red!

    "Like what you see, Ray?, Sue asked. From what
    Kelli
    has
    told me, you have something I'd very much LOVE to see. I
    really
    believe she's been exaggerating. Has she?"

    "I don't know. It depends on what she's been
    telling you",
    I
    replied.

    "Kelli's told me many things about you, including
    the fact
    that you've been a very good student. Since I was the one
    from
    whom Kelli first learned much of what she knows about sex,
    maybe we should have a little test. I could see how well
    she's
    taught others. Why don't you get out of those clothes so
    you
    can
    REALLY join us. Kelli's ahead of us on the orgasm count. I
    think
    it's my turn. Want the job?"

    "Hell yes I do!", were my thoughts as I quickly got
    undressed. Sue had settled herself in the chair Kelli had
    using
    when I came in. Sue told me that it was one of her favorite
    positions for having she cunt eaten. It gave her
    satisfaction to
    have
    a guy or woman on their knees before her as she looked down
    on
    their efforts at her pussy. I wanted some of this tiny lady
    so
    badly,
    I would have done it hanging from a limb--if that was what
    she
    wanted. I got to my knees, spread the small outer lips of
    her
    tiny
    cunt and leaned into it. My tongue traced a path up and
    down
    the
    pink gash before I sought and found the clit. I was
    surprised at
    the
    size of Sue's clitoris, having expected to find a tiny
    little nub.
    Not
    so! It was larger and longer than Kelli's--almost like a
    small
    prick!

    "That's it Ray, suck it in. Suck my little cock!
    Ohhhh
    yes...yessss. Kelli said you were good! Kelli told me
    you've
    sucked
    Jerry's cock. Pretend my clit's a cock...suck it like a
    cock.
    Mmmmm...yes....yes...that's it...that's it...that's the way
    baby!
    More...More...MORE...ALMOST...ALMOST...YESSSSS!"

    I continued until Sue had experiences two or three
    smaller
    orgasms, then she told me it was my turn. Sue had told
    Kelli
    that
    she wanted me all for herself in the early part of our
    fucking, so
    my aunt had been watching from the bed. We moved over next
    to
    her where I stretched out on my back. Sue's tiny mouth was
    immediately on my cock. Her mouth was tight around the
    portion
    of the shaft she'd managed to get inside. As she worked my
    cock
    over with that hot little mouth, one of her fingers went to
    my ass.
    She worked it inside, then out and tried for two. She got
    three
    fingers in my ass and was fucking them in and out--all this
    time
    sucking on my dick. Sue stopped, pulled her mouth off my
    cock
    and the fingers from my ass.

    "I think he's ready Kelli, she said.

    "Ready for what?" I asked. "I'm ready to get this
    thing
    inside that tight pussy!"

    "Not yet, Ray", Sue said. There's something I want
    to see
    first. I love seeing a guy having his ass fucked by another
    guy...or
    a woman! Take a look at Kelli."

    I looked at Kelli, now standing at the foot of the
    bed. She
    had a strap around her waist and others that passed around
    and
    between her legs. Attached to the front was a rubber cock!

    "If you want me Ray, you take that first! As I said
    it's a
    real
    turn-on for me to see a man's ass fucked. It's even better
    if it's
    the
    first time. So, to fuck me, you first get that virgin ass
    fucked.
    Well?"

    I gave my answer by getting on all fours with my ass
    over
    the edge and pointed at Kelli's "cock". The two women
    laughed
    and said in unison "Good boy". Kelli spread KY and the
    rubber
    dick and worked some into my asshole before starting. I
    have
    to
    give her credit for being easy on me. She was gentle in
    working
    it
    inside. Thank God, it wasn't any bigger. It damn well
    hurt!
    Both
    ladies said the next time would be better. At the time I
    thought,
    "There will be no next time!" But there has been--many
    times.

    During the ass fuck, I begged Sue to use her hands
    or
    mouth on my cock, but she refused. She said I might cum and
    she
    wanted that inside her cunt. My Aunt Kelli fucked my ass
    for
    several minutes before withdrawing. It was now my turn. To
    get
    Sue tiny cunt ready, Kelli used her mouth for awhile, then
    worked
    some of the KY into the small passage. I spread a layer
    over
    my
    cock and crawled between Sue's legs. It was difficult but I
    got
    the
    head and a couple of inches inside and was fucking with just
    that.
    Kelli moved up, placed a knee on each side of Sue's head,
    got
    a
    hand on each ankle and pulled her legs back, then lowered
    her
    cunt
    to the waiting mouth.

    "Okay Ray, fuck her!', Kelli ordered. I forced it
    in and
    began to fuck. Even though Kelli had been easy on my ass,
    it
    had
    hurt. Since it had been Sue's idea, I wanted her to suffer
    some.
    I
    fucked that tiny pussy with force. Sue loved it! But it
    wasn't
    over.
    Those two ladies kept me busy the entire weekend.

    My last few days with Aunt Kelli were filled with as
    much
    sex as possible. Kelli never seemed to get enough! It had
    been
    one fine summer vacation. I continued with Kelli and Jerry
    during
    the next two summers and some visits they made to our state,
    then
    it all ended shortly after my last visit. They were
    involved in an
    auto accident and Aunt Kelli died as the result of
    injuries. I
    have
    some great memories!

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    Subject: ASS Story -- Aunty's Panties (F/m)

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    am enjoying this Fm theme and wondering if others are also.
    This includes a panty fetish and a real take charge sexy
    lady.

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    Auntie's Panties

                                                 by Rebecca
    Goldstein

    Perhaps this is the rest!




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    Hi.

    A young boy in infatuated with panties and is discovered by his aunt
    who like to dress up in a rather exotic/erotic way.

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    Auntie's Panties


    by Rebecca
    Goldstein



    I've always had this serious thing for women's' underwear. Even as far back
    as grammar school I loved to sit on the ground in the school yard to watch
    the girls jump rope and show off their frilly little panties, just for me.

    I was always so jealous of my sisters! They got such pretty, pink ruffled undies to wear while I was stuck with boring white BVD's. It was so unfair,
    I thought!

    I loved the exciting feel of their lace and silky nylon dainties, so cool
    and silky and smooth to the touch. By age 12 I was trying on my sisters' underwear. It made me tingle all over to mince in front of the mirror
    wearing a bra and panties.

    It would get me so excited that I would get a huge hard-on, and I would only
    be able to control myself for a few minutes before I had to masturbate
    wildly in front of my reflection. Soon I was hopelessly hooked on wearing
    my sisters' underwear!

    After school I would rush right home for an afternoon of panty pleasures.
    Once I was sure no one was home, I bounded up the stairs to the bathroom and locked myself in. Then I would rifle the hamper and dig out all the soiled panties my sisters had deposited.

    Each of my three sisters had different personalities, and it showed in their lovely undies. Lisa, my oldest sister, was already in college. She wore
    sexy string bikinis. Jennifer, a senior, wore big silky briefs with lots of lace in the front. Doreen, a sophomore, preferred hi-cut nylon hipsters.

    I would hold the lovely undies over my face and bask in the delicious scents
    of the panty treats my unsuspecting sisters had left me. I became
    intimately acquainted with each of my sisters' scents and could even tell
    when one of my sisters had borrowed another's underwear just by sniffing
    them!

    I would jerk off wildly, lapping at the filthy crotch while sliding another pair of silky undies over my throbbing cock until I was ready to explode. I wanted more than anything to shoot my cum all over them! It took all the
    will power I had to pull the panties away at the last possible second and
    come into a tissue to avoid leaving any telltale stains.

    I progressed from wearing my sisters' underwear to donning their dresses,
    high heels and blouses. I also began using their make-up. I would use up their mascara or lipstick with impunity, then laugh to myself as they
    accused each other of swiping cosmetics. Naturally, no one suspected me!

    Both my parents worked full-time. My sisters were pretty and popular and always had things to do after school. So I was left alone to enjoy many
    long, sensual afternoons in lingerie.

    I became more skillful in dressing, applying makeup and loved the way it
    made me look. Except for my short hair, I thought, I could easily pass for
    a girl. I wished I could have my own feminine frillies to wear. But how
    could I get them?

    The answer to my problem came to me quite by accident. One day I was in my friend Jimmy's house peeing in the upstairs bathroom when something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. There, hanging out of the bathroom hamper was a luscious pair of red bikinis belonging to his sister Katy.

    Without even thinking I grabbed the red panties from the hamper and stuffed them down my pants. For the rest of the afternoon I thrilled to the sensual feel of the silky panties sliding back and forth across my cock. Jimmy commented that I seemed far away. I just smiled and said I had something
    else on my mind.

    That evening I locked myself in my room for pure panty pleasure as I sniffed and licked and jerked off with my purloined panties. Katy, a lovely girl of about nineteen was beautiful and feminine and totally unapproachable to me, then just thirteen.

    But in the wicked fantasy world of my bedroom, I reveled in the womanly
    scent she had obligingly embedded in her luscious undies. I lapped at the musky crotch of the delicious red bikinis, fantasizing that it was Katy's dripping cunt instead.

    I masturbated wildly until I exploded in the best orgasm I'd ever had. I
    could imagine Katy looking for her panties, and snickered under my breath.
    If she only knew!

    From then on I became a confirmed panty snatcher. No women's hamper was
    safe when I was around. I stole from my friends' sisters, and even their mothers if I found them attractive. I especially liked it when my sisters
    let me tag along to their friends' houses, because it meant new panties to
    add to my collection.

    But my absolute favorite opportunities for panty pilferage came on our
    visits to my beautiful Aunt Carmen, my Mother's "kid sister."

    Aunt Carmen was the stuff young boys' wet dreams are made of. She'd been widowed for several years by then. While she'd been married she'd been
    rather dumpy and unattractive, but when she became single again she seemed
    to blossom overnight. She lost a lot of weight, then had her hair and
    makeup done over. She adopted the affectation of calling everyone
    "Darling."

    She ditched her frumpy wardrobe in favor of tight jeans and miniskirts,
    which made her look irresistible even though she was well past forty. Gone were the "sensible" flats in favor of tall stiletto heels. No more erotic woman ever lived!

    To Mom and my other Aunts, Aunt Carmen was the subject of endless gossip.
    They never seemed to tire of speculating who Carmen was dating or Carmen was screwing, particularly the latter.

    Every bachelor in our little town and even some married men were rumored to have bedded her. According to those cackling hens, Aunt Carmen had screwed everyone from the Preacher to boys in the high school!

    They never stopped talking about Aunt Carmen, but even then I knew they were all jealous. Yes, they were jealous because she was beautiful and sexy and desirable and they were just a bunch of washed-out old bags (sorry Mom).

    Aunt Carmen knew she made me hot as hell. Just being close enough to bask
    in her lovely perfume made my head spin. When I spoke to her I could hardly look at her, but she was always very nice to me and seemed quite amused that she could still excite a young boy that way.

    I'd make a beeline upstairs as soon as I got there, anticipating what panty delights I might find. I was never disappointed. Being the sloppy sort, Auntie would obligingly leave one or two pair of her worn panties right on
    the floor in the bathroom or bedroom.

    I would pick the panties up and fondle them for a long time, staring at the lovely lingerie confections. Aunt Carmen wore the most exquisite, expensive imported French undies made of luscious silk and dripping with lace.

    One evening I'd been especially lucky to grab a delightful turquoise string bikini with big white ruffles on the behind. They were still warm and moist from Aunt Carmen's sex. She must have just taken them off!

    That night was utter bliss as I sniffed and jerked off with my panty
    treasures. I was so hot I masturbated madly until my cock got red and sore
    and I couldn't come anymore. I'd jerked off so much my cock was actually wearing away!

    When it was all over I felt a terrible twinge of guilt. After all, this
    woman was my Aunt! How could I fantasize about such immoral, incestuous things? What was wrong with me? I felt horrible. But that didn't stop me from jerking off with Auntie's panties, again and again and again!

    One afternoon I was up in my room fondling Aunt Carmen's pretty turquoise panties when the doorbell rang. Not wanting to arouse suspicion, I threw my clothes on and went to answer it.

    I opened the door and gasped a little. There was Aunt Carmen herself,
    looking lovely as ever with a tight leather miniskirt, black fishnets with black patent spikes and a low-cut lace blouse that revealed her ample
    cleavage.

    I looked down and tried not to stare at her lovely breasts as she told me
    she needed to borrow a certain pair of pumps from my Mom for her date that night. I told her Mom wasn't home, and she replied she knew that but she'd called her at work and found out exactly where they were.

    Aunt Carmen walked right in and went up to Mom's bedroom. I followed close behind, trying not to look obvious as I tried to peek up her skirt when she walked up the stairs. She sashayed right into the closet and got the shoes, but on her way out as she passed my room she stopped in her tracks and
    stared inside.

    Aunt Carmen walked into the room to my bed, and my heart sank as she picked
    up the turquoise panties I'd stolen only days before. She held them as she scowled at me and sneered, "...and what are THESE doing here, you filthy
    little pervert? You little panty snatcher, I wondered where these went!"

    All of a sudden a look came over Aunt Carmen. "...And I'll just bet I know where my OTHER missing panties are too, Darling! I want you to show me all
    the other panties you've stolen... right now! ...Or maybe I'll just have
    to tell my sister what a disgusting pervert she has for a son!"

    Aunt Carmen had me dead to rights and I knew it! I had no choice but to do
    as she said. I walked over to my closet and brought out the box where I
    kept my panty collection.

    "Empty them out onto the bed," she snarled.

    I turned the box over and let the panty plunder fall onto my bed. I was suddenly surprised at how many I'd managed to accumulate in only a few
    months.

    "Well Darling," Aunt Carmen giggled as she surveyed my spoils, "that's quite
    a collection you have there. You certainly must have been a busy little
    panty snatcher..."

    With that, Aunt Carmen began browsing through the panties and picking them
    up, with a little comment for each.

    "These are mine, I wondered where they'd gotten to!

    "Borr-ring! These must belong to a young girl. Don't know why you stole
    these Darling, but then they are rather well-worn...

    "Oh, these are pretty. I wonder where she got them.

    "And these are mine... and these.. and I forgot all about these!"

    I knew I was in a lot of trouble as Aunt Carmen rummaged through my panty collection, but I couldn't take my eyes off the luscious turquoise panties
    she still held in her hand. In spite of myself I could feel my cock
    hardening as Aunt Carmen held up each pair of lovely underpants.

    Aunt Carmen saw I was getting excited and laughed aloud.

    "Well Jeremy Darling, you certainly like pretty panties. At least you have good taste in lingerie! I can only imagine what disgusting things you do
    with them..."

    She looked at her turquoise panties then looked at me. A wicked smirk came over her face a she looked me up and down. "...And I'll bet you love to
    WEAR them, too! Don't you, Darling?"

    I hung my head and said nothing.

    "That's what I thought." She tossed the bikini panties to me and said, "I
    want you to take off your take off your clothes and put these on! Model
    them for me, Darling."

    I tried to protest. "No.. I can't... I couldn't!"

    "You will or I'll tell your Mother what a perverted little panty sniffer you are! Now quit blubbering and put your little panties on. You know you love it! You know you want to! Chop-chop Jeremy Darling, don't keep me
    waiting!"

    Aunt Carmen had me in her power, but it felt strangely exciting. I turned around and stripped, sliding into the turquoise bikinis as fast as I could.
    As the silk began sliding across my cock, it immediately leaped to erection
    in spite of my predicament.

    "Oh Darling! You look positively scrumptious! Such milky white skin...
    such a lean body... and lovely legs! Oh Darling, you're perfect! Now walk across the room and give me a little turn... and be sure to wiggle the luscious little tush for me Darling! Yes, that's it. Sashay for me Jeremy Darling. That's lovely."

    Aunt Carmen began breathing heavily, and I could tell the situation was
    getting her very excited indeed. But then she stopped staring at me and regained her composure.

    "Now Darling, you've done as I've asked. What can I do for you? Hmmmmmm...
    I know! Darling, you may lie down on the floor between my legs and I'll let you look up my dress the way you've always wanted to! Didn't think I saw
    you peeking before, did you? I know what you want. The same thing all men want. So, go ahead. On your back!"

    I couldn't believe my luck and I wasted no time getting on my back while
    Aunt Carmen straddled my head. Since she was still standing I could see
    every bit of loveliness hidden by her skirt. Her long lean legs were
    covered with sheer black stockings, and I could see the lacy suspenders from her black garter belt.

    Aunt Carmen's womanhood was covered by the wispiest black panties, which had big black ruffles around the leg holes. Through the gossamer material I was surprised to see her vulva was completely shaven and hairless, like a little girl's. This was unexpected but by no means unexciting.

    "Do you like what you see, Darling," Aunt Carmen teased.

    "Oh yes Auntie," I panted. "You're..." I sputtered as I beheld her, staring
    at feminine perfection. "You're so beautiful." The words seemed pitifully inadequate.

    "Thank you Darling," she giggled. "Flattery will get you everywhere!"

    I watched as a very feminine hand with long red nails reached beneath her skirt. A painted finger slid aside the crotch of the sheer panties and slid itself into the slit within.

    Aunt Carmen let out a little gasp and said, "Now jerk off for me, Darling!
    I love to watch young boys bring themselves off. Yank on your hard cock and come for me Darling!"

    It was such an erotic sight as my beautiful Auntie diddled herself while I yanked at my throbbing cock for all I was worth! I could see Aunt Carmen's panties getting all dark and wet from her juices, the little droplets collecting on the sheer fabric.

    I could hear her moaning in pleasure. "Yes... yes... yesssssss!," she
    hissed as she buried a second finger inside herself and then a third. She
    was dripping now and the musky scent of her womanhood filled the air as her panties were now drenched.

    "Now Darling," she panted, "suck me! Eat me though my panties!"

    I pressed my face against the damp fabric covering her slick vulva and
    pulled the crotch to one side. Then I slid my tongue and began licking her luscious pink slit while she continued to finger herself. Aunt Carmen
    pressed my face against her sex as I began to lap greedily at her flowing
    cunt.

    Aunt Carmen's thighs and my face were soaked with her juices, but I didn't
    let up for a second. I still couldn't believe this was happening. My naughtiest, most secret fantasy was somehow coming true! I wanted this delicious moment to last forever!

    Aunt Carmen's body seemed to tighten up all at once. Her legs tensed. She
    let out a little squeal, and it was finished.

    When she stopped panting, Aunt Carmen looked down at me and said, "Oh...
    Jeremy Darling, that was incredible! You've really got talent my dear! Now finish yourself off Darling! Yes, turn on your side and cum all over my
    shoes while I watch!"

    I was so hot now I would have gladly done anything she said! I turned on my side and resumed jerking off as my throbbing glans slid against the cool leather of Aunt Carmen's black patent leather spikes.

    It only took a few more pulls before I was splattering my hot white sperm
    all over her shiny black toes. I came so hard I felt as if all the fluids
    had been drained from my body!

    When I finished gasping from the incredible orgasm I'd just had, Aunt Carmen told me to remove her shoe and hand it to her. Then, I watched as she sensuously ran her tongue along the toe until all my cum was off it.

    Then, she smiled seductively and said, "Don't think this is the end of it Darling. You've been a very perverted young man and you must be punished. Stealing women's' underwear! I will expect you at my house tomorrow as soon
    as you get out of school.

    But then, Aunt Carmen bent over and reached underneath her skirt once more.
    She slid her panties down her long, lovely legs and stepped out of them.

    Then, with a playful grin, she picked them up and tossed them to me. They
    were warm and sticky in my hand, saturated with her cum. "Jerk off with
    them tonight. Enjoy Darling," she cooed.

    Aunt Carmen walked down the stairs and out the door. I was standing there wearing her turquoise bikinis, still in a fog from all that had happened.
    Even so, I had the presence of mind to put away my panty collection and air
    the smell of sex out of the room before my sisters or parents got home.

    The next day I could hardly keep my mind on school. Somehow, from that day forward my perspective of school changed. The prissy young girls with their snooty attitudes lost their appeal to me all together.

    Only the day before I would have given anything to be with them. But now I
    saw they were self-centered little bitches who thought they could get away
    with anything just for giving boys a little light making out and at most a chance to feel their breasts through their sweaters.

    But they seemed so silly and immature to me now. I could have cared less
    about them; I had been with a real woman!

    It was hard to keep my mind on my classes that day in school, and the time dragged even more slowly than usual. But finally the school day was over
    and I practically ran across town to Aunt Carmen's house.

    I gathered my courage and knocked on the door. After a very long wait the
    door opened, and there was Aunt Carmen's smiling face. "You're on time,"
    she said. "I like that."

    She looked lovely as ever, her make up and hair done perfectly as always.
    Aunt Carmen wore a low cut leotard top that highlighted her ample cleavage,
    the tiniest miniskirt, seamed fishnets and black patent heels. Even outside
    I could smell the lovely perfume she was wearing, soft and feminine. She smiled seductively at me and motioned for me to come in.

    Aunt Carmen led me into the foyer and took my jacket. Then, she brought me into her parlor and sat me down on a love seat. She told me to make myself comfortable while she took care of some things.

    Now I was starting to get nervous! After all, I was here because Aunt
    Carmen had caught me stealing her panties. I'd heard of Aunt Carmen's
    terrible temper and her uncanny ability to humiliate anyone who angered her. She was ruthless and unpredictable; capable of anything. I prepared for the worst!

    As I sat there waiting and dreading I noticed a pile of boxes on the table
    next to the love seat. Aunt Carmen was notorious for her extravagant
    shopping sprees, and it looked like she'd spent all day at the stores again! She must have dropped a fortune, by the looks of things!

    Just when I'd begun to wonder what Aunt Carmen had bought, she returned. I gasped at the sight of her. She was a young boy's sexual fantasy come to
    life dressed completely in black lingerie. She sported a black corset with gold embroidery, long ruffled black garters that went to sheer seamed black stockings. The tight corset pushed her ample breasts into a lovely
    cleavage. She wore sheer black panties with big black ruffles at the legs
    that were completely transparent.

    Aunt Carmen also wore the tallest pair of high heels I'd ever seen!
    Suddenly she seemed to tower over me. She was a vision of loveliness, but I knew by the stern look on her face that I was in for it.

    Aunt Carmen glowered at me. "All right Jeremy Darling," she snarled, "pull your pants down."

    "What?" I said in disbelief.

    "You heard me, you're here to be punished for being a disgusting little pervert. Let's see those buns... unless of course you want your mother to find out what you've been up to. Such a naughty boy, pilfering Auntie's panties! I think she'd take a dim view of that, don't you?"

    I hesitated but then began to drop my britches. No sooner did I have my
    belt unbuckled and my zipper opened than Aunt Carmen grabbed me and yanked
    my pants down around my knees. I was off balance and helpless as she laid
    me over her lap. I could hear her breathing heavily as she started whacking
    me sharply with her hand. I felt a sharp pain to match as flesh met flesh.

    The room was filled with a loud WHACK! as Aunt Carmen smacked my bare
    buttocks smartly. She repeated the punishment many times... too painfully numerous to count! I could do nothing but squirm in her lap as she spanked
    me again and again and again.

    My buttocks were whacked again and again, and sharp stinging gave way to a
    dull ache as Aunt Carmen slapped them. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

    As Aunt Carmen continued mercilessly spanking me, she punctuated each smack with a stern scolding.

    "You perverted little shit..." WHACK!

    "...Steal my panties, will you..." WHACK!

    "...And your sisters' too, no doubt..." WHACK!

    "...And who knows who else's under your bed..." WHACK!

    "...Sniffing them and masturbating all over them..." WHACK!

    Aunt Carmen was wild-eyed as she walloped me with her hand. I didn't understand why at the time, but she was getting very excited indeed from punishing me in such a humiliating fashion.

    Fortunately though, I could hear her gasping and I knew her arm had to tire soon.

    Finally, Aunt Carmen ceased spanking me, and told me to stand up. Still panting she gasped, "I guess you've learned your lesson now. At least you'd better have!"

    I could do nothing but stare and rub my hands across my throbbing buttocks, trying vainly to soothe them.

    Then, Aunt Carmen reached over to the table next to the love seat to the
    pile of boxes there. She picked the smallest one up off the top and handed
    it to me. "Here Darling," she said, "I brought you a present."

    I stood there not knowing what to say. After all, this was the woman who
    just got done swatting my ass. And now she was giving me a present?

    "Don't just stand there looking dumb Darling, open it!"

    I unraveled the bow that tied the ribbon to the package. I opened the box
    and there was the most exquisite pair of white panties I had ever seen! The luxurious satin glistened as I took them out of the box and held them out.
    They were so lovely, and delicately perfumed too!

    "Go on, try them on!"

    I hesitated, but only for a moment. I slipped the lovely panties up my legs and over my pelvis, and the sensation was pure pleasure! They fit perfectly but the material was absolutely delicious against my cock, which hardened immediately.

    "Well," Aunt Carmen giggled, "I can see you like your little panties. Go
    ahead Darling, model them for me."

    This time I was more than eager to give my beautiful Auntie a turn in my
    pretty new panties. My body thrilled to the sensation of the white satin briefs with the big patch of lace in front, scratching ever so slightly
    against my gorged penis. The big pink ribbon on the side lifted slightly
    from the scrumptious fabric as I did so.

    Aunt Carmen smiled approvingly. "Yes Darling, you look as lovely as you
    must feel right now. To have a pair of pretty panties for your very own is very special for a pretty sissy boy like you. But that's just the beginning Darling. Open the second box."

    I quickly opened the second small box and found a lacy white satin garter
    belt and a pair of the sheerest white seamed nylons. I slipped them on
    slowly, afraid to put a run in them as I had done with so many of my
    sisters' stockings.

    Each successive package brought a new delight in the finest white satin lingerie: a lacy bra complete with falsies; a camisole and tap pants, huge white taffeta petticoats, and finally the crowning glory - a towering pair
    of white patent high heels. The leather glimmered in the light as I removed them from the box and slipped them on.

    Super shopper that she was, everything Aunt Carmen had bought me fit me perfectly. I felt silky and feminine all over as I was now fully dressed in expensive lingerie.

    But Aunt Carmen wasn't finished with me yet. "I saved the best for last,"
    she said as she handed me a large box from the most exclusive store in town.

    When I undid the big red ribbon and removed the cover I had to let out a
    little gasp, then a squeal of delight. There was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was a white pinafore party dress with generous scalloped lace from the sleeves to the hem of the skirt. The luscious white satin matched all the luscious lingerie I wore.

    The lovely dress came with huge white taffeta petticoats, which made the
    skirt very full indeed.

    Aunt Carmen helped zip my dress up the back. Then she handed me the pair of towering white patent spiked shoes. I sat down and awkwardly slipped them
    on, clumsily buckling the straps.

    "Now stand up and let's have a look at you," Aunt Carmen said.

    I stood up, enjoying the delicious sensation of satin and taffeta petticoats caressing my body as I moved.

    "Oh Darling Jeremy," Aunt Carmen cooed. "You look simply divine, much
    better than I even hoped you would! Now let's touch you up with some hair spray and makeup. Your hair is longish so you really don't need a wig; just
    a styling.

    "Young girls tend to use too much mascara and rouge, but you need an understated look. It's so much more flattering, since you already have a lovely peaches-and-cream complexion. Just a little cover-up on the
    blemishes."

    After what seemed like much fussing, Aunt Carmen pointed me towards the full-length mirror in the foyer. "Go see how adorable you look," she
    ordered.

    I walked over to the mirror, my frilly dress and pretty undies rustling as I walked. It was the first time I heard the sound up close. My nerves
    tingled with delight from my head to my toes. Yes, this is what I always wanted; what I'd always secretly dreamed about. The reality was even better than I dared imagine!

    When I got to the mirror I could hardly believe my eyes! There, staring
    back at me was the prettiest pubescent girl I had ever seen! I was blond
    and perky and I surely would have been the prettiest girl in school!

    It was practically an out-of-body experience. Here was the prettiest of my sisters, and she wasn't even a girl at all! I could hardly believe meeting this lovely young girl for the first time.. and she was me!

    Aunt Carmen's reflection appeared in the mirror behind mine. "Yes Darling,
    you are beautiful. You like what you see, don't you Darling?"

    I could say nothing. I could only smile back at her from the mirror, my
    eyes transfixed on the lovely creature I had become.

    Aunt Carmen's hand gently found it way underneath my skirt and began gently caressing my tingling buttocks through the sinfully soft satin panties. I suddenly became conscious of having the biggest erection I'd ever gotten in
    my life! My cock struggled sensuously inside its panty restrainer, and a
    wave of sheer lust engulfed me.

    Knowing this, Aunt Carmen took me by the hand. Without saying a word, she
    led me upstairs into her bedroom and closed the door. I watched my
    reflection in the huge dressing mirror directly across from the bed. Aunt Carmen left me lying there and excused herself.

    I hardly missed her. I was too busy staring at myself in the mirror to
    notice how long she had been gone, but when Aunt Carmen reentered the room
    her look was completely different.

    She looked sizzling and torrid in her whorishly exaggerated makeup and calculatingly tousled hairdo. She sported a black lace torsolette that
    pushed her ample breasts into a lovely cleavage. The torsolette had frilly black garters that attached to the sheerest black seamed nylons. My eyes followed them down to her towering, spiked opera pumps. I wondered how she could walk in them.

    Over her pelvis were the sheerest pair of black panties that hid nothing yet made her shaved mons more desirable in its gossamer encasement (I'm sorry
    Dear Reader, I wax poetic over things like this).

    Aunt Carmen lay down on the bed next to me and kissed my softly on the lips. Tell me Jeremy Darling," she whispered, "have you ever been with a girl before?"

    I tried to muster some macho bluster, but it eluded me as I saw myself in a dress. "Sure, lots of girls."

    "I mean, have you ever fucked a girl?" I was taken aback by Aunt Carmen's directness.

    Whatever male bravado I'd once possessed was now gone; it had been powdered
    and perfumed and petticoated into oblivion. I hung my head as I whispered. "No."

    "I thought not. Boys who have an easy time with girls usually aren't the
    ones so fascinated with their underwear!" Aunt Carmen tried but failed to suppress a guffaw.

    Then she looked at me and continued. "Don't be embarrassed Darling. Being
    a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of. We were all virgins once. Even me,
    if you can believe it.

    "...But it's a situation very easily remedied, Darling!" By her wicked grin
    I could tell she knew what she was talking about.

    Aunt Carmen spread her legs wide and held her arms out to me. "Look at you. You're a pretty boy and a beautiful girl, all rolled into one. A perfect
    lover indeed... Now kiss me!"

    I fell into Aunt Carmen's arms and she immediately fell into the role of instructress. I should have suspected she'd played it before, but right
    then I was too hot to think about anything except getting my weenie wet.

    Aunt Carmen did not disappoint. I felt so foolish and awkward as our
    tongues intertwined. I thought of the tame make-out sessions that were up
    to that time my only experience. I felt all thumbs as I pawed at Auntie's
    big breasts.

    Aunt Carmen sensed this and said, "Don't worry Darling. You just need a
    little practice, that's all. I know you're new at this and you're going to
    be a little awkward. The truth is, that makes it even more exciting for me.

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