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Then a minute later, "Are you close?"

"Yes." At this, Aunt Betty pushed my hips away, guided
me down to
lie next to her.

"I was very close too, Brad, my sweet child. Let's
relax a little,
and you'll see, the intensity will be much greater. Trust
me."
I was so aroused I couldn't speak, and although my member
remained fully
erect, my nervous system ebbed away from the brink of
orgasm. I
caressed
Aunt Betty starting at her muscular calves, up to the full
smooth thighs,
once more grazing her pubic bush, then concentrating on
those great
rounded breasts, then her neck. I stroked her slightly
parted lips with
a very light pressure that had the effect of tickling.

"Oooh, that feels nice, where did you learn that?"

"Just thought of it, Aunt Betty"

After a few minutes, we went into a final cycle of mutually
stroking each
others' genitals, until Aunt Betty commanded me to enter
her. This
time
she maneuvered us so that her head was half hanging off the
edge of
the
bed away from the wall.

"Brad, are your feet against the wall now?"

"Yes, Aunt Betty"

We were in the homestretch now, Aunt Betty's powerful legs
were
wrapped
around my back, and she signaled for a stepped up rhythm by
digging
into
my upper arms with her fingernails.

"Deeper. deeper, Oh Brad, oh my sweet lord, yes!"

Having my feet planted firmly against the wall gave me
immensely
effective leverage for the final thrusts which brought on
her gushing
orgasm. Not thirty seconds later my inarticulate gasps told
her I was
on
the edge myself.

"Slower, Brad!"

She reached down and firmly grasped the base of my cock,
holding it
to
arrest my impending orgasm. I groaned from the excruciating
discomfort.

"Trust me, Brad!"

Two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, holding back the
tide
while she
brought me off with her hip movements. Then she let go of my
cock
and the
dammed-up fluids gushed in a series of intense spasms which
made
me
almost faint with pleasure. "Pleasure" is too watery a word
for what I
experienced in those unforgettable seconds. Since that
night I have
never been able to recapture that sweet, painful intensity.

I pulled the flat sheet and blanket over Betty and me,
placed a hand
between her thighs to catch the sticky juices (ours!) from
her sheath,
and we went to sleep.

******

We slept until nearly noon. Sunlight filled Aunt Betty's
bedroom. There
seemed to be no dry areas on the fitted sheet. Aunt Betty
was sleeping
on
her side, away from me. I eased out of bed and sneaked an
admiring
look
at the nicely rounded buttocks of my lover, my cousin, my
aunt. Betty.
Then I covered her well. I felt protective and full of
gratitude at the
same time. Was this romantic love? How could I know, not
having any
basis
for comparison?

By the time I brought Aunt Betty's breakfast to her bed,
she had
already
put on her loose cotton nightgown. I bent over and gave her
a big hug.

"Good morning, my sweet, sweet Betty."

"You are an adorable boy, Brad. Are you getting horny,
again?"

"Why don't you open a few buttons on that nightgown,
and you'll
see."

"All in due course, Brad. I need to get freshened up a
bit. The car
keys are in the usual spot, why don't you get us a newspaper
and
another
quart of orange juice, and then we'll go back to bed."

At the word "bed" I felt a stirring in my loins, not
dissimilar to the
conditioned response of Pavlov's famous dog.

Back home. Aunt Betty was tidying up her little house,
wearing a satiny
maroon robe with the waist-cord tied really tight,
emphasizing the
abundant curves north and south. Her face looked a bit tired
and puffy,
showing her age, but I quickly banished that thought. Lovers
aren't
supposed to notice those things, are they?

"Brad, get yourself comfortable; I want you to admire me as
if you're
seeing me for the first time." At her command, I lay on my
back, head
propped up on two pillows, to get a good look at Betty.
First she pulled
a bottle of baby oil out of a dresser drawer and set it down
on the bed,
next to me. She slowly untied the waist cord of her robe;
the silky robe
made an an audible sigh as it slide off her buxom body. It
was actually
the first time I had seen Betty standing in the nude, up
close, in full
daylight. As she spread the mineral oil on her shoulders and
arms,
her
big, soft breasts jiggled with a fluid motion that
mesmerized me. As
she
continued to massage the oil into her skin, I observed that
the lower
curve of each breast was close to her waist, but her deep
pink areolas
were not sagging toward the floor, but were pointed right at
me! This
perspective of "tits-from-below" is a major feature of
breast fetish
videos, according to a porn photographer I met once in Los
Angeles.
Even
with a fair amount of sag, the preponderant mass of flesh is
pointing
toward the camera lens, as Betty's abundant flesh was now
quivering
in my
face.

Then she turned around and handed me the baby oil, so I
could rub
the oil
into her back and buttocks, and the back of her legs. My
eager, oily
fingers lingered between her thighs, and pressed upwards
against
the
valley between her outer lips. In response, she pressed
downward
against
the edge of my index finger, and I kept up the pressure with
some
sliding
motions. And couldn't resist kissing her generously
proportioned
buttocks
and nibbling on her soft flanks. I'm sure Aunt Betty would
not have
qualified as a swim-suit calender model, but to me she was
just right.

Abundant flesh has always been a metaphor for generosity and
warmth, more
than a metaphor, really, more like an incarnation.

There is nothing special about precisely what we did next,
back in the
bed. You've done it yourself, or seen it or read about it .
All I wish to
say is that we did it with tremendous joie de vivre, and on
that Sunday,
and the many days afterwards, we never held back from each
other
anything pleasurable or exciting to the senses. Not that
she stopped
teasing me or stopped being unpredictable. I learned to love
her
surprises more and more. I also learned to emulate Aunt
Betty's
generosity as a lover, and her use of intelligence to figure
out how to
maximize pleasure. The lessons I learned from Aunt Betty
served well
in
all my later years.

--Septimus

I welcome any comments. Reply to fvj@world.std.com
If you enjoyed this story, you may enjoy the 1972 Italian
comedy film,
"Malizia" ("Malicious" dubbed in English), about a father,
two teenage
sons and a voluptuous 25-year old maidservant, played by the
ever
luscious Laura Antonelli.



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Date: 10 May 2000 02:32:49 GMT
From: Charlene <falcons87@hotmail.com>
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Subject: ASS Story -- Aunt Bea (F/m)

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family Funeral


I am not the author or the original poster. All the credits
I know
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right now I
am enjoying this Fm theme and wondering if others are also.
This story has wonderful conversation early on.

From: **jimfix@home.net (Jim Fix)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: - A New Story - An Awakening (m/F inc)
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Date: Tue, 26 May 1998 09:20:17 GMT

AN AWAKENING - Aunt Bea
An Erotic Story By Jim Fix

This story is pure fiction and contains incidents that
include explicit sex and incest. If these subjects offend I
would advise reading no farther.


When Dad walked into my Chemistry Class I knew something
was wrong. He should have been teaching Geometry this
period. After a whispered conversation with my teacher she
told me to gather up my things and go with Dad. It was
embarrassing to walk out in the middle of class with
everyone's eyes following me.

Once outside in the hallway Dad told me that Grandpa Jones,
Mom's father had passed away and we were leaving for the
farm as soon as we could pack. Mom would meet us at home;
she was turning her elementary class over to a sub. A
couple of hours later we were driving through a rainy April
afternoon to my grandfather's farm.

I had been to funerals and wakes before and I wasn't
looking forward to this one. The mood in the car was somber
matching the weather outside. Four hours of driving and
listening to my parents discuss the implications of
Grandpa's death did not make for a happy trip.

We arrived just before dark and were welcomed by Aunt Bea,
Mom's younger sister. She waved us inside the farmhouse out
of the rain and asked if we were hungry. She had cooked up
a buffet style meal anticipating the arrival of relatives
and friends.

"Look at you!", Aunt Bea exclaimed grabbing me by both
hands and looking up at me, "The last time I saw you Ron,
you were knee high to a grasshopper!"

"I've grown a little since then.", I managed to reply
sheepishly. It had only been a couple of months since she
had seen me last but this was her usual opener.

"Boy, have you. How about a hug and kiss for your favorite
aunt?", she said and gave me a bear hug and kissed me on
the cheek.

"But Aunt Bea, you're my only aunt.", I said repeating a
familiar joke that we had worn out long ago.

"That's why you're my favorite nephew.", she replied still
following the script.

"The only nephew.", we said in unison.

We laughed together and I returned her hug and kiss.

"Go get yourself something to eat while I talk with my
sister and her excuse for a husband. Sure you're not a
woods colt? You sure don't look like him.", she said
indicating my father.

With that statement she hugged Dad in welcome and then Mom.
I headed for the food leaving them to sort out whatever
needed discussing.

A lighthearted exchange like this may seem out of place
with a death in the family but Grandpa's passing hadn't
been unexpected. He had been ill for months and the last
couple of months he had been in a coma. Everyone had
expected to get a phone call for a long time and when it
had finally came a sense of relief came with it. We were
all saddened by his passing but relieved to have his
suffering ended.

Another thing, one must understand Aunt Bea; she is the
family clown. She says the most outrageous things whenever
the mood strikes her but her smile and sparkling eyes
betray the good natured humor behind her remarks. No one is
offended by her sometimes biting comments; they just try to
reply in kind.

She is a short woman with a figure that is a little beyond
pleasingly plump. Always animated she seems to jiggle with
excitement and energy. Her eyes and smile are her best
features and can light up her immediate area when she's in
a good mood.

She likes to poke fun at my parents and their ordered
lifestyle as school teachers. Her life is a direct
contrast. She is an excellent cook and has a very
successful catering service in the city nearby. The
schedule and demands of catering fits her attitude and
lifestyle. Aunt Bea punches no clock, keeps no regular
hours, and answers to no one but herself. Her business
hours are whatever the job requires. She has a receptionist
that punches a clock and keeps the office open from nine
till five. Of course Aunt Bea is my favorite relative, the
joke about favorite aunt notwithstanding.

Friends and relatives straggled in as the evening
progressed. Soon the house was filled with people talking
softly about this or that. With each new arrival the
conversation started over again to fill the newcomers in on
the details of Grandpa's passing. I had heard the story so
many times I could recite it word for word like a litany
from memory.

About 10:30 Aunt Bea appeared beside me and sat down with a
tired sigh. She looked like she was just about out of gas.
"Hi Kiddo, how're you doing? I'm beat; I've been up since
yesterday.", she said in her rapid fire manner.

"I'm getting sleepy too. When's everyone going to bed?"

"When they've talked themselves out I guess. Your Mom and
Dad are as bad as the rest. I think they've forgotten about
you. Do you snore?"

"I don't think so; why?"

"I'm about to make you an offer. You have two choices; you
can sleep on a pallet on the floor or if you don't snore
you can bunk with me in my old room. Which will it be?"

"I guess you have a bunkmate; the floor doesn't sound too
inviting."

"I'll go tell you Mom where you'll be so she won't be
looking for you. Go get in bed before someone else takes
squatter's rights."

As she went to tell Mom I went to her old bedroom and
undressed. I didn't know where our bags were so I just
stripped down to tee shirt and shorts and jumped into bed.
A few minutes later Aunt Bea came in and locked the door
behind her.

"Relatives have a bad habit of not knocking; when they find
the door locked perhaps they'll go away and let us sleep.",
she explained. She turned the lights out and I could hear
the sounds of undressing and then felt the bed sag as she
climbed in the other side.

"Good night Ron."

"Good night Aunt Bea.", I replied.

The bed shook as she found a comfortable position and
settled down to go to sleep. Sleep came to me almost
immediately.

I awoke from a deep sleep thinking I was dreaming. Someone
was in bed with me and bumping me with their butt. As I
woke up I realized it wasn't a dream; I was sharing a bed
with Aunt Bea and she was the one bumping me.

"Wh-what's the matter?", I asked sleepily.

She laughed and pressed back against me as she said,
"You've been trying to put that thing in the wrong parking
spot.", and bumped against my morning erection to emphasize
her point.

We were lying front to back spoon fashion and I could feel
her soft behind against my erection. I rolled on my back
quickly and a very embarrassed boy answered, "Oh gosh, I'm
sorry; it was an accident. I was asleep."

"Hmmm, my little Ron has grown up in more ways than one I
see or . . . should I say feel? I'll bet you make your
girlfriend happy."

"I don't have a girlfriend.", I blurted out still
embarrassed. I knew Aunt Bea would make a few cutting
remarks after that admission.

She turned over on her other side facing me. "Look at
that!", she said looking at the blankets tented over my
usual morning condition, "How many girls have you made
happy with that thing?"

My embarrassment was growing by the second. Aunt Bea's
questions had taken an unusual turn even for Aunt Bea. A
truthful answer was also embarrassing for a teenager soon
to be sixteen. I knew better that lie to her; if she caught
me out I'd never hear the end of it. "None yet.", I
replied.

"That's terrible, we'll have to remedy that.", she replied
and I felt her hand fumbling with the fly on my shorts. I
was in a state of shock as Aunt Bea freed my erection from
the confines of my shorts and gripped it in her warm hand.
It began to throb as she slid her hand up and down its
length. "Do you like that?"

In my excitement my mouth filled with saliva and I had to
swallow a couple of times before I could answer, "Oh yes!"

"Take your shorts off; I've got a place to put that.", she
whispered in my ear. Her soft warm breath on my ear only
excited me more and I was dangerously close to an orgasm. I
was so nervous and excited I fumbled with my shorts for
long seconds before I could get them off but at last I
slipped them over my feet and threw them on the floor
beside the bed. The only thought on my mind was that at
long last I was going to find out what real sex was like.

"Lay back and let your Aunt Bea show you how it's done.",
she said and kneeled astride me.

With one hand she guided my throbbing penis to the opening
of her sex and slowly lowered herself down on it. Hot wet
flesh slid over the head and I could feel the beginnings of
an orgasm as she slid down gently until she took all of me
inside. When she paused for a second sitting with her full
weight on me the most incredible orgasm I had ever
experienced began. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed
me and I unloaded deep inside the hot confines of her
slippery flesh. Indescribable sensations began at the head
of my penis and radiated out through my body to the very
tips of my fingers and toes.

"Was that good?", she asked and bent over to kiss me with
warm moist lips.

"I can't tell you how good it was.", I whispered back and
returned her kiss.

"It's not over yet.", she said and began to move back and
forth causing little tickles as the dying waves of my
orgasm released the last drops of semen into her already
flooded sex.

She moved back and forth with increasing force and speed as
she sought her pleasure. Soon I was caught up in another
wave and I pushed upward trying to get deep inside as she
continued rocking back and forth. Each movement made wet,
slippery sounds that echoed the cadence of our lovemaking
through the room.

Her face screwed up in an expression that can only be
described as exquisite pleasure or utter torture and then
my own pleasure came again. I clamped my eyes tightly
closed and rode the wild wind of sensation that was even
more incredible than the first. I could feel her body tense
up as she sat still for a second or two and her
contractions gripped me again and again.

She lay down on top of me and the only sound was our
breathing as we came down from a high place. Her lips found
mine and we exchanged an open-mouthed kiss that went on and
on.

As we lay there kissing I enjoyed the warm, wet, slippery
feeling as my erection faded inside her. It was only then
that the real enormity of what I had just done sunk in. Not
only had I enjoyed my first sexual experience with a woman,
the woman was my aunt. We had violated a basic social taboo
and did I care? I hugged her even tighter and kissed her
with all the passion I could muster.

"God, I needed that.", she said smiling at me, "How did you
like your first time?"

"I hope it won't be my last."

"It won't if I have anything to do with it. What do you
think of your Aunt Bea now?"

"You're definitely my favorite aunt."

"I guess I'm your only fucking aunt also but that's not for
publication.", she laughed.

For a second I was shocked at her choice of words but when
I considered the situation I could see the humor in her
comment. "What does that make me?", I asked falling into
the spirit of the conversation.

Aunt Bea kissed me before she answered, "The best fucking
nephew I have."

We both laughed at that and with our laughter I slipped out
of her sex with an almost audible plop. When the cold air
hit my penis still wet and sticky from lovemaking I
realized I needed the bathroom in the worst way. I hugged
and kissed her again before I said, "I hope you don't mind
but I have to go to the bathroom before I have an
accident."

She returned my kiss and rolled off me. "Hurry, I'm next.
Be quiet and see if anyone is awake yet."

I got reluctantly out of bed and slipped on my jeans. I
tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom listening for any
sounds but all I could hear was the silence of a sleeping
house. When I returned I peeked into the living room.
Someone was asleep on the sofa and more people were
sleeping on the floor. I slipped back into the bedroom to
find Aunt Bea putting on her robe. "Anyone awake?", she
asked quietly.

"No, it looks like everyone is sleeping."

"Good, I hope they sleep a little longer. Jump in bed and
I'll be right back."

While she was gone I reran this morning's amazing events. I
had often thought about what sex would be like but none of
my imaginings were a pale shadow of the real thing. I
played every second I could remember over in my mind and
soon became aroused again.

Aunt Bea came through the door and held a finger to her
lips signaling silence. She carefully closed and locked the
door not making a sound. She took off her robe revealing
she was naked underneath and soundlessly crawled back in
bed.

After a moment or two someone knocked softly on the door
and I heard a voice say, "She was up all night and all day
yesterday. I guess she's sound asleep. Let her sleep; she
needs the rest."

"I guess you're right; we can talk to her when she wakes
up."

Footsteps faded down the hall and went into the living
room. Aunt Bea rolled over close to me and gave me a big
hug and kiss. One hand slipped between us and gripped my
revived penis.

"Are you always ready for action?", she whispered, "I could
get used to this."

"I don't know."

"Let's find out; you get on top this time and be quiet. We
don't want to start a scandal."

Moments later I was laying on top basking in the afterglow
when she kissed me. We could hear people stirring in other
parts of the house. She giggled almost like a girl and then
whispered, "It's a good thing the walls aren't transparent.
Wouldn't everyone be shocked if they knew what we were
doing?"

"Mom and Dad would ground me forever."

"We can't let that happen, can we?"

"No, this is too much fun.", I replied.

"Tonight when you get sleepy just come in here and go to
bed. Don't make a big deal out of it; just disappear, OK?"

"OK."

"Get off me now, you're getting heavy and it's time we got
up. You go first and if anyone asks I'm still sleeping."

Later during the day I got lost in the backwaters of all
the activity. Funeral arrangements had to be made and the
bulk of that fell on Mom and Aunt Bea. I spent my day
wandering around the farm trying to stay out of everyone's
way. It was late afternoon when Mom, Dad, and Aunt Bea
returned from town.

Mom hugged me and went into her room with tears streaming
down her face; Dad followed her. Aunt Bea took me by the
hand and said, "Ron come keep me company for a while; I
don't want to be alone."

I followed her into her room amid murmurs of sympathy from
the others that crowded the house. Once inside her room
behind closed doors Aunt Bea completely lost control of
herself. I didn't know anything else to do so I just held
her in my arms like a child and let her cry herself out. We
lay on the bed and she buried her face against my chest and
let her grief flow out with her tears. After a long while
she was silent. When I looked at her she had fallen asleep.
I gently disentangled myself and made her comfortable with
a pillow and took off her shoes. I covered her with a light
blanket and kissed her gently on the cheek before quietly
leaving the room.

When I entered the living room conversations died and all
eyes turned to me. Someone asked, "How's Bea doing?"

I carefully framed an answer before replying, "She was
pretty broken up but she's sleeping now."

"A little sleep will be good for her; it was nice of you to
comfort her.", someone else commented.

I nodded an acknowledgment of the compliment and went to
the kitchen to find something to eat. The table was loaded
with food that neighbors had brought and I filled a plate
with whatever looked good. All the chairs were filled with
people exchanging gossip or getting reacquainted so I went
out back on the porch and sat on the steps to eat.

Country folks come together when a death occurs. My
extended family members were all basically farmers at heart
and a death in the family calls for a gathering of the
clan. Everyone flocks to the home of the deceased to offer
whatever comfort they can to the immediate family.
Neighbors drop by to see if there is anything they can do
to help during the bereavement and usually bring something
in a covered dish to help feed all the houseguests. Of
course everyone has to socialize with everyone else so the
house is filled with people softly talking about every
imaginable subject.

Those relatives who come from far away bunk up however they
can until after the funeral. It would be considered an
insult to ask someone to stay at a motel and if one of the
relatives stayed at a motel voluntarily that would be an
insult to the hospitality of the house. Sleeping
arrangements were rough and ready with no privacy. Sharing
a room with Aunt Bea never raised an eyebrow among the
guests; it was just an accommodation for the occasion.
Under different circumstances it would cause a scandal.

I had just finished eating and was procrastinating about
facing all the relatives again when Dad came out of the
house and sat down next to me.

"How's it going?", he asked.

"I'm OK. How's Mom?"

"She'll be alright. Making the funeral arrangements today
brought home the fact that her father was really gone.
How's Bea?"

"She was pretty broken up for a while. When I left her she
was sleeping."

"It was pretty grown up of you to comfort her. You know she
thinks the world of you. I guess I couldn't have hand
picked a better sister-in-law; I've grown to like her a
lot."

"The favorite aunt thing is more than a joke with me; she's
my favorite person outside you and Mom."

"Stick by her; she'll need all the support she can get
until this is over."

"I'll take care of her Dad."

"That's my man. Well, I'd better go inside and make an
appearance.", Dad replied and went back inside.

I sat for a few moments more before I plunged into the
crowd inside. I leaned back on the steps and relaxed
letting my mind wander. All day long when I had a moment to
think or relax Aunt Bea popped up in my thoughts. The
escapade in bed seemed like a dream now. Did it really
happen? Having sex with my aunt was so outlandish it had
the quality of a dream about it; it was unreal. Did it
really happen or did I imagine it?

It had happened; the memory was too vivid for a dream. I
grew excited just thinking about it and my jeans became
uncomfortable. Would it happen again? Hadn't she told me to
sleep with her tonight? Would she still want to repeat what
we had done this morning in her present state of mind?
Questions, questions, too many questions about a situation
that couldn't happen but it had. What was expected of me? I
hadn't the foggiest idea of how to carry on an affair with
an adult much less my aunt. I decided on a simple course of
action; I'd let her take the lead.

I gathered up my plate and dinner things and took them back
to the kitchen. I wandered into the other rooms but I
didn't spot Aunt Bea. Perhaps she was still sleeping. I
decided to look in on her to see if everything was OK.

"That you Ron?", a sleepy voice asked when I opened the
bedroom door.

"It's me, how are you feeling?"

"Much better now; close the door and come over here please.
I don't need a bunch of people wanting to talk to me right
now."

I closed and locked the door before going to the bed and
sitting on the side. She reached for my hand and held it in
both of hers. "Thanks for putting up with a blubbery woman
this afternoon. I promised myself I wouldn't lose it but
the business at the funeral parlor was a little too much
for me."

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes you did; you were here when I needed someone. Which
reminds me, I need a good hug and kiss right now. Do you
think you have one saved up for me?", she said and gently
pulled me down beside her.

"I have as many as you want.", I replied.

"We'll see.", she said before kissing me.

Our kissing became heated and we pressed our bodies
together hugging each other as tightly as we could. I was
immediately aroused and when she felt my erection throbbing
against her she said, "I think I had better get up before
we get carried away. Can you wait until later when
everyone's asleep?"

"I guess I'll have to wait if you say so."

"I say so but not because I want to; I'd rather stay here
with you but duty calls. Give me a kiss to hold me until
later."

This kiss lasted longer than the last and she pressed her
body against mine making the motions of lovemaking. I
responded in kind and soon we were huffing and puffing,
almost beyond reason with desire. She pulled away suddenly
and scurried off the bed.

"I'd better get out of here while I can. Wait a few minutes
before you come out; you look like you have an ear of corn
in your pocket.", she said with a crooked little smile.

Before I could reply she was gone. I had never felt so
alone before; the room felt a few degrees cooler and where
my body had touched hers and shared her animal heat seemed
naked and exposed to a winter's blast.

Aunt Bea had removed any doubts I had about her earlier;
waiting until later would be hard but I would. I lay
fantasizing about what would happen later tonight and that
was counterproductive. I was supposed to be getting control
of myself but it couldn't happen while visions of a naked
Aunt Bea chased through my head. I remembered what had been
and wondered about what would happen in the future in
endless circles. I must have fallen asleep for I woke up
when Aunt Bea shook me.

"Wake up and go to bed.", she said and then laughed. "That
sounds stupid. Why wake someone up who is already in bed
and tell them to go to bed?"

"I dunno.", I mumbled and sat up on the edge of the bed and
began to undress.

"I don't either.", she replied and began to undress also.
"Can you think of a good reason to get undressed?"

"I can sleep a lot better without my clothes on . . . . and
then there's . . . .", I answered my voice trailing off too
embarrassed to finish the last part.

"Yes, there's that. Did I shock you this morning?"

"A little, I think you surprised me mostly. I never dreamed
. . . .", I replied unable to finish what I wanted to say
again.

Aunt Bea sat beside me before continuing, "Girls get horny
just like boys do. You told me that you had never been with
a girl before this morning. Don't you get so horny
sometimes that you . . . . ?", letting the question trail
off and my imagination supplied an appropriate ending. She
smiled at me when I flushed fiery red with embarrassment.
"Girls do that too and so do women for that matter. Right
now I know one woman who needs some attention in that
department and I think I know just the right young man to
take care of her."

Aunt Bea stood up and hugged my head against her tummy. I
kissed her on the navel and she giggled. "That tickles;
don't get me laughing we might draw attention." I kissed
the soft skin a little lower down just above the triangle
of hair between her legs. "Naughty, naughty.", she said
softly and hugged me even tighter before she released me
from her embrace and climbed into bed.

I joined her under the blankets and she snapped out the
light on the nightstand plunging the room into total
darkness. We hugged and kissed as I explored her body
inexpertly with my hands. She had large breasts as most
chubby women do and when I began to cup them with the palm
of my hand she guided me until my mouth was on one of her
nipples. I felt her hand go down between my legs and grip
my penis. With gentle strokes she began massaging it; how
different it feels when a soft female hand is doing the
stroking.

When I could wait no longer I climbed on top and made a
clumsy attempt to penetrate but after a few misses she took
my erection in her hand and guided it home. With a few
tentative thrusts my entire length slipped inside. I began
the motions of love only to unload in an immediate orgasm.
I lay still and enjoyed the afterglow just a little
embarrassed that I had finished so quickly.

Aunt Bea kissed me with hot wet lips and whispered in my
ear, "That was quick; rest a moment and try again. Don't
worry; this is all new to you so things will happen fast
the first few times."

"I'm so sorry, what about you?"

"I'm OK; just wait a moment and you'll be ready to go
again. That's the advantage of being young."

Her soft body felt marvelous lying under me. I felt a
contraction grip my penis like the soft grip of a hand.
Once, twice, three times the soft flesh deep inside her
hugged my awakening erection. I kissed her and was rewarded
with another wet embrace deep within that brought me to a
state of throbbing desire. Each time my heart beat I would
throb and she would answer me with a soft contraction.
Again I began to make the motions of love and she responded
matching me thrust for thrust. Soon we were both caught up
in the throes of an orgasm. Aunt Bea clamped her mouth on

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