• the Charlene aunt ends saves (3/6)

    From a425couple@21:1/5 to All on Fri Mar 27 11:39:30 2020
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    mine in a violent open-mouthed kiss to silence our moans
    and groans of pleasure. I exploded in wave after wave as I
    felt her go rigid and then relax in a simultaneous orgasm.
    We lay limp in each other's arms still holding the kiss.

    I knew I had experienced a wonderful thing. We were warm
    and snug under the blankets and my whole world had shrunk
    to encompass this tiny cocoon inhabited by just the two of
    us. Soft breasts against my chest; warm lips pressed to
    mine; my body cradled between jackknifed thighs; and hot
    ,wet flesh twitching in the aftermath of orgasm enveloping
    a waning erection made this moment perfect. An overwhelming
    feeling of affection for the woman who had shared this
    experience washed over me.

    I hugged Aunt Bea even tighter and gently kissed her on an
    ear before I whispered, "I love you Aunt Bea."

    "I love you too, for all the wonderfully wrong reasons.",
    she whispered back.

    We lay in each other's arms for an interminable time
    sharing the intimate peacefulness of our afterglow. Finally
    Aunt Bea stirred as she tried to find a more comfortable
    position. She gave me a quick hug and said, "I think it's
    time for you to get off; parts of me are going to sleep."

    I rolled off beside her and she cuddled close laying on her
    side with a leg thrown across my middle and her head on my
    arm. I gave her a one-armed hug as she settled in. "If my
    leg gets heavy just push it off. . . . That was fantastic
    Ron; I haven't been this satisfied in a long, long time.
    Kiss me goodnight; I think I'll sleep like a log tonight."
    After her goodnight kiss she said, "If you wake up before I
    do wake me or if I wake up first I'll wake you so we can
    have fun again. That OK with you?"

    "I'll bet I wake up first."

    "We'll see. How many of your friends have fun before
    breakfast?"

    "None that I know; in fact I doubt that any of them have
    ever had this kind of fun."

    "Your favorite aunt is good for something and my favorite
    nephew is pretty good too. With a little practice you'll
    learn how to use this thing.", she said and gripped my limp
    penis hard enough to hurt a little before she relaxed her
    hand. "Let's get some sleep now. See you in the morning."

    I tried to stay awake and think about everything that had
    happened on this eventful day but sleep claimed me before I
    could form a coherent train of thought.

    When I finally woke up the bed was empty beside me; Aunt
    Bea was gone. I lay listening to the house sounds and heard
    excited talking coming form the kitchen. From the sound of
    things the whole house was awake so I might as well get up
    and see what was going on. I put on jeans and a tee shirt
    before walking to the bathroom. I was lucky; it was empty.

    A few minutes later I joined the group in the kitchen. Aunt
    Bea spotted me coming in and yelled above the hubbub, "I
    see the sleepyhead just woke up; want a cup of coffee Ron?"

    I nodded assent and looked around for a place to sit but
    every surface that was suitable for a seat was filled. Mom
    introduced me to some of the new people who had arrived
    earlier that morning. That explained Aunt Bea's absence.

    Aunt Bea handed me a cup and gave me a quick kiss on the
    cheek. "Sorry about this morning. I'll talk with you
    later.", she whispered.

    I nodded and headed for the back porch where at least I
    could find a seat on the steps. I sipped my coffee and felt
    glum about what might have been. I could hear a lot of
    activity in the kitchen and a few minutes later Aunt Bea
    came out to join me.

    "How're you doing for coffee? Want another cup?", she
    asked.

    "I could use one."

    "Give me your cup and I'll get us some."

    She returned and handed me a fresh cup as she sat on the
    steps beside me. "I've got some bad news; Uncle Joe and his
    son Tom came in early this morning for the funeral and I
    gave them and their wives my room and Dad's room. I guess
    you can figure out the rest."

    "Yeah, I get the picture.", I replied my voice thick with
    disappointment.

    "Bring your coffee; lets walk out to the gazebo where we
    can talk."

    I followed her out behind the house where a gazebo was
    hidden in a grove of apple trees. We took chairs and sat
    across a table facing each other. Aunt Bea covered my hand
    with hers and gave it a little squeeze. Her touch
    transformed the moment. I had been disappointed about this
    morning and now with a single touch she had dispelled my
    disappointment and confirmed our intimacy.

    "Have you thought about us much since yesterday morning?",
    she asked for openers.

    "Not a lot, mostly I've been trying to believe it really
    happened."

    "Well, now that it has how do you feel about it and do you
    want to continue our relationship?"

    I took a sip of coffee to give myself some time to consider
    my answer. I was in a brand new situation and I hadn't a
    clue for what was expected of me. I decided to just tell
    her what I really felt. "Yesterday morning came as a big
    surprise, a wonderful surprise. I feel differently about
    you now. Before you were my favorite person outside Mom and
    Dad; I don't have the words to tell you how I feel about
    you now but I don't want the feelings to stop."

    "Yesterday morning came as a surprise to me also. I didn't
    plan to seduce you; it just happened. I've been all tied up
    taking care of Dad's affairs and trying to run my business
    at the same time; I guess I'm a little over the edge. In
    the best of times I don't have much time for boyfriends and
    usually my crazy schedule puts them off anyway. To be
    honest I live pretty much like a nun." Aunt Bea was silent
    for a moment as she stared into her cup collecting her
    thoughts.

    "When I woke up yesterday you were snuggled up close to me
    and I thought how intimate and nice it felt to wake up next
    to someone. Then there was that thing poking me in the
    butt.", she said laughing. "I thought about how long it had
    been since I had had real sex and soon my imagination was
    running away with me. On impulse I woke you and the rest is
    history." She paused to sip from her cup and looked off in
    the distance for a second or two. "Have you thought about
    the implications of our relationship or what would happen
    if we were discovered?", she continued.

    "You're my aunt and that's a no-no. If anyone found out
    there would be hell to pay.", I replied.

    "More than that, I could go to jail on top of the scandal.
    How did we get into this?", she asked herself. "It would be
    easier if we never saw each other again; we could just
    chalk this up as a one time thing and get on with our
    lives. The problem is we see each other often and every
    time we see each other we'll remember yesterday. It would
    have been better if we had never started but now that we
    have just thinking about you drives me crazy. What do we
    do?"

    A silence fell and I thought about our situation for the
    first time. What had been so simple a little while ago had
    suddenly became very complicated. Until now I hadn't
    thought about much more than the next time we made love. It
    wasn't that simple anymore. I was involved with a blood
    relative and I wanted to continue the relationship. We
    lived many miles apart so how would we get to opportunity
    to see each other with the privacy needed to keep our
    affair secret? I wanted this woman and to hell with all the
    rest.

    "Aunt Bea, I meant what I said last night; I'm crazy about
    you too."

    She leaned across the table and kissed me. "I meant it too.
    I guess we'll just have to figure something out."

    "Everything seemed so simple until this morning. Now things
    are complicated.", I observed.

    "Let me think about this for a while; I'll come up with
    something. I already have an idea that might get us some
    time together after the funeral. How are your grades in
    school?"

    "Pretty good, A's and B's."

    "Think you could get away with a couple of days absence
    next week?"

    "I could make up the missed work and Mom or Dad could help
    me catch up with my studies."

    "Good, Sunday your Mom and I are going to talk about Dad's
    estate. I'll put on a show about not wanting to stay out
    here another night and I'll ask her to let you help me move
    my things to my apartment in town. How does that sound?"

    "Great, I'm sure she and Dad will let me help.", I replied
    remembering Dad's remarks from yesterday.

    "Just hope they don't know how you are helping me.", she
    said in a conspiratorial voice, "Give me a real hug and
    kiss before we go back to the house."

    We stood up and she came into my arms. When we kissed she
    pressed her body against mine and I grew excited
    immediately. When she felt my need press against her she
    said, "Just wait until Sunday and I'll take all the starch
    out of that thing. We'd better go now or I'll rape you
    right here in front of God and everybody."

    "I'd like that.", I replied.

    "I'll bet you would.", she said laughing and spun out of my
    arms. She started back up the path to the house and called
    back, "Come on; let's go have some breakfast. I'm starved."

    That was the last peaceful moment we had alone until after
    the funeral. The rest of the day and evening was spent amid
    the turmoil of getting ready for the wake and at the wake
    itself. Saturday was even worse as everyone hurried to get
    ready for the funeral. Aunt Bea and I hardly saw each other
    until we were seated side by side at the chapel.

    Funeral services are something that can only be endured. I
    listened with half an ear as the minister droned on and on
    about Grandpa. What he was saying didn't quite match my
    memory of the man. Grandpa had been distant and gruff. Dad
    had tried to befriend him but Grandpa had rebuffed Dad and
    a state of truce existed between them for as long as I
    could remember.

    Mom said her father had wanted sons but after two girls he
    decided that he would father no more children. When Mom
    married Dad Grandpa had thrown a literal fit. Grandpa had a
    very low opinion of men who taught school for a living. He
    had little respect for a man who did not do men's work and
    his definition of men's work was very narrow. Farmers, of
    course, were the foundation of civilization.

    His idea of a role for women was even narrower, they were
    to marry, keep house, and have children. If they didn't
    marry they should stay at home and help their mothers. It
    had been a major war to get him to agree to let Mom go to
    college. He had been a living fossil; not the strong
    upstanding pillar of the community the minister was
    praising. He wasn't strong; he was stubborn and inflexible.

    Aunt Bea shifted her position and I felt a soft thigh press
    against mine. I nudged her with a shift of my own in
    acknowledgment and she took my hand and held it.

    I thought about Aunt Bea and how she had cared for Grandpa
    after Grandma had died nearly ten years ago. She had
    started her business after dropping out of college between
    her second and third year. Grandpa had disapproved but she
    had persisted and made it a success. She bought the
    building she had been leasing and renovated it. To get away
    from the farm and his constant griping and complaining she
    turned part of the second floor into an apartment and her
    private office.

    With the new apartment she didn't have to put up with
    Grandpa's intolerance and achieved a modicum of
    independence. When he had gotten sick she had alternated
    between the farm and town. Her employees were able to keep
    things running during her absences and she could take care
    of most things that needed her personal touch by phone. If
    something required her presence she could drive into town
    in minutes.

    She hadn't said anything but I figured that Grandpa's
    passing must have relieved her of a heavy burden. She had
    been the daughter who had remained close by and she had
    been the one who had taken care of him and his affairs when
    he was unable to care for himself. I also knew that Mom
    felt a little guilty about Aunt Bea's assumed
    responsibility for their father's care. Once when Mom tried
    to bring the subject up Aunt Bea had dismissed it and
    pointed out that Mom had a family where she didn't.

    The minister was winding down and soon we would have to pay
    our last respects. I moved my legs to a new position; it
    would be embarrassing if I fell flat on my face when a
    sleeping leg collapsed under me.

    The burial finally ended and everyone had returned to the
    farm. Seeing a casket and an open grave somehow puts a
    period at the end of a life. Many of the relatives and
    friends were making their departure and most of the others
    would soon leave. Grandpa's brother and his family would
    leave the next morning. Aunt Bea asked Mom and Dad to stay
    until tomorrow so they could discuss Grandpa's estate
    privately.

    Over the past few days my primary interest had become Aunt
    Bea and when we could be alone together but this Saturday
    night I had to sleep on the living room floor again. Aunt
    Bea got the sofa. Everyone else had concerns about how
    their lives would be changed by Grandpa's death; my major
    concern was more basic.

    The next morning after breakfast the last of the family
    departed to return home. After the breakfast clutter was
    cleaned up and the dishes washed and put away Aunt Bea put
    a box full of papers on the kitchen table and Mom, Dad, and
    I sat down with her to go over Grandpa's financial affairs.

    Aunt Bea had all the records since she had been appointed
    Grandpa's guardian. Every detail was organized and filed
    including copies of every document for Mom. Grandpa had
    been a prudent man when it came to money and the farm. When
    Aunt Bea got through explaining the will and Grandpa's
    holdings it was plain that she and Mom were very
    comfortable financially.

    The farm and what to do with it was the only point that
    really required discussion. Mom suggested selling it but
    Aunt Bea wanted to keep it and continue leasing it out. She
    explained that the city was growing and developments were
    springing up closer and closer to the farm. The value of
    the land could only go up. The lease would pay the taxes
    and provide a small income for the foreseeable future.
    Later they could sell it for a much better price. Dad sided
    with Aunt Bea and after thinking about it Mom agreed.

    The discussion moved on to other things and out of nowhere
    Mom commented, "Honey, we could afford to go to the summer
    session and work on our Masters Degree. I know you've
    always wanted to get a Masters. Why not?"

    Dad thought for a second or two before replying, "I want to
    go to the university and that means we would have to spend
    the summer there. What would we do about Ron?"

    "We could take him with us."

    "We would be spending most of our time in class or
    studying; how would we supervise him in a strange city?"

    Mom looked disappointed until Aunt Bea joined the
    conversation. "I might have a solution. I could use some
    help this summer and I have an extra room in my apartment.
    Why not let Ron stay with me?"

    "We wouldn't want to impose on you.", Dad replied.

    "It won't be an imposition, I can use the help and he could
    earn a little extra money. Why not?"

    "Are you sure Bea? A teenage boy can be a handful.", Mom
    replied.

    "I'll keep him busy learning the catering business. What do
    you think Ron? Want to spend the summer working for me?"

    The whole world had turned upside down in a second.
    Spending the summer with Aunt Bea was the answer to every
    sweaty fantasy I had ever had but I didn't want to appear
    too eager. "Why not? I think it would be fun."

    "Are you sure Ron?", Dad asked.

    "Yeah, it will be something different and I know how much
    you and Mom want to go back to school. I'll be all right."

    "If you're happy with this Ron I guess we go back to school
    this summer. I hope you know what you've let yourself in
    for Bea.", Dad said.

    The discussion moved on to Mom and Dad's school plans. The
    three adults talked the subject to death and I saw the
    first real sparkle return to Mom's eyes since she had
    gotten the news of her father's death. She had moved on to
    other things.

    As the conversation was winding down and turned to the
    subject of the trip home Aunt Bea asked, "I wonder if I
    could ask a big favor of you two?"

    "Sure, what do you need?", Dad asked.

    "I need to move out of this house and back to town today. I
    wonder if you would let Ron miss a couple of days school
    and help me get my things moved. I don't think I ever want
    to be alone in this place again after all I've been
    through."

    "He has to make up his missed class work already; missing a
    couple of more days won't make much difference. What do you
    think Honey?", Dad asked Mom.

    "As long as he's back in class Wednesday I guess it'll be
    all right. Ron, want to help your Aunt Bea?"

    "Sure, I've never seen her place since she had it
    remodeled."

    "It's not much, just an apartment. I have a nice guest room
    with a view of the river and downstairs I have three huge
    refrigerators full of food if you get hungry. I might work
    you hard but I'll feed you good.", Aunt Bea said laughing
    at her own joke.

    Mom and Dad decided to grab lunch on the road and left as
    soon as we loaded their things in the car. Aunt Bea and I
    waved goodbye as they drove off.

    "Let's go close the place up and put our bags in the car.
    We can have lunch at my place."

    "What about all your things that have to be moved?"

    "I don't have anything here to move. I thought you wanted
    to spend some time with me?"

    "Oh, I see.", I replied embarrassed by my naiveté.

    Aunt Bea gave me a friendly hug and said, "Let's hurry and
    get this place locked up. I'd like to leave here, too many
    memories most of them unhappy."

    Thirty minutes later we parked behind the catering service
    building and carried our bags upstairs to her apartment.
    The transition from outside an ordinary commercial building
    to the inside of her apartment was a shock. A plain set of
    iron stairs led up to the entryway and when I entered the
    living room the place took my breath away.

    The living room split the apartment and divided the
    bedrooms from the kitchen and office. It was arranged into
    three separate areas; A dining area, a conversation area
    arranged around a free-standing fireplace, and another area
    with an entertainment center.

    All I could say was, "Wow!"

    "I guess that means you like my place.", Aunt Bea
    commented. "Come with me and I'll show you the bedrooms."

    She led me into a tee shaped hallway and pointed to a door.
    "That's your bedroom; put your bag in there."

    The bedroom was large and airy with a huge spread of glass
    for a window that covered one whole wall. The view looked
    out over the river and the rolling land beyond. I sat my
    bag down and Aunt Bea opened the door to the bathroom. I
    had never seen a bathtub as large as this one. It was huge
    and deep set into the floor with the top at floor level.

    Again all I could say was an uninspired, "Wow!"

    Aunt Bea laughed and replied to my brilliant oratory, "I
    guess you are suitably impressed; your vocabulary has been
    reduced to a single word. How do you like the tub?"

    "It's almost as big as a swimming pool. I think it's
    great."

    "Imagine the fun we can have in there. Want to take a bath
    later?"

    "Anytime you're ready."

    "Let's save that for later; I want to show you the rest of
    the apartment and we have to go downstairs and meet
    everyone who is working today."

    "You're the boss."

    Aunt Bea's bedroom was a mirror image of mine but the
    window looked out on the city and the mountains beyond. She
    said she liked the view of the mountains better than the
    river so she had picked this bedroom.

    On the other side of the living room was a large kitchen
    big enough to cook for a banquet. Aunt Bea explained that
    this was the kitchen for her experiments and to supplement
    the facilities downstairs if needed. Her private office and
    a half bath was across the hall from the kitchen. Double
    doors at the end of the hall opened into a large storage
    area that took up the rest of the second floor. Stairs led
    down to the work area below. I could hear people talking
    and the sounds of activity below.

    I followed her down the stairs into a maelstrom of frantic
    activity. One lady detached herself from a conversation and
    walked over to where we stood. "Hi Boss, you doing OK.
    Everyone is sorry about your father."

    "I'm fine; this wasn't unexpected. I'd like for you to meet
    my nephew, Ron. Ron this is Pat, she runs the place but I
    haven't given her a title yet."

    Pat shook my hand and we exchanged pleasantries. Pat and
    Aunt Bea discussed current operations which included; two
    wedding receptions, a formal dinner party, and a luncheon
    tomorrow. Everything was way over my head but Aunt Bea
    seemed to be satisfied. To my untrained eye I was standing
    in the midst of chaos.

    "Want me to send you something up for lunch? We have some
    nice stuffed chicken breasts.", Pat volunteered.

    "You like chicken Ron?", Aunt Bea asked.

    "Sure."

    "Better put extra portions on his plate Pat; teenagers are
    always hungry."

    "OK, I'll have Carlos put together a nice dessert also."

    "Sounds great. I'll introduce Ron to everyone before we go
    back upstairs and get out of your way."

    "Lunch in thirty minutes OK?", Pat asked.

    "Sounds fine.", Aunt Bea replied.

    "Come on Ron, I'll show you around and introduce you to the
    rest of the folks."

    I followed her from one place to another and met most of
    the staff. She explained that there were others who were
    not working today. I saw refrigerators and freezers full of
    food. There was a liquor cabinet and a wine cellar both
    under lock and key. At one end of the building were
    dressing rooms for the staff to change in and out of their
    uniforms. Waitress, bartender, or on-site chef each had a
    special uniform according to their job. Aunt Bea's stock
    went up in my book.

    Mom, Dad, and I had imagined a small kitchen and a couple
    of vans as the extent of Aunt Bea's business. The reality
    was something else again. She had a major operation that
    even I could see was many times larger than I could have
    ever imagined. Like any teenage boy my interests ran to
    cars and girls but this was impressive. I followed Aunt Bea
    in open-mouthed wonder.

    After the introductions and my tour were finished we
    started back up the steps when Pat called out, "Lunch will
    be up in about ten minutes."

    "Thanks Pat.", Aunt Bea replied.

    One of the girls brought a lunch tray up to the apartment
    in a few minutes. I had been expecting a plate with food on
    it but I was presented with a work of art. It seemed a
    shame to pick up even one item with a fork and destroy
    perfection.

    "What's the matter; something wrong with your lunch?", Aunt
    Bea asked.

    "No, nothing's wrong; it just seems a shame to mess up
    something this perfect."

    "That's perhaps the most sincere compliment I have ever
    heard; I'll tell Carlos. He loves compliments. Wait till
    you taste it."

    When I dug into my plate I couldn't believe how good the
    food tasted. The chicken breasts were skinless and stuffed
    with almonds and something unidentifiable; a light sauce
    with almond bits only added to the taste. I had never eaten
    food like this. Fluffy rice and sliced green beans mixed
    with an unknown white vegetable that added an interesting
    crunch when chewed rounded out the main course. I ate
    everything on my plate without needing any prompting.
    Dessert was just as remarkable, flaky pastry cups filled
    with strawberries in sauce, smothered in whipped cream,
    with a cherry on top.

    Aunt Bea spooned the cherry off her dessert and offered it
    to me as she said, "Want my cherry?"

    I colored red at her innuendo and she laughed at my
    embarrassment. "It's the least I can do for you; you gave
    me yours. I lost mine before your were born so this one
    will have to do."

    I let her feed me the cherry and remained silent, unable to
    think of a reasonable reply. I ate my dessert and thought
    about Aunt Bea and I together on the farm. The more I
    thought the more aroused I became. Soon I was sitting at
    the table with a painful erection wondering how to get the
    conversation around to what was uppermost on my mind. No
    need to worry she solved the problem.

    "When we finish lunch how would you like to wash off all
    the sweat we worked up getting me moved? I'm dying to try
    the big bathtub with a pertner and we could wash each
    other's back."

    "You have the best ideas Aunt Bea; that was a lot of hard
    work."

    "I always have good ideas and I just got another one; why
    don't you drop the aunt and just call me Bea. Somehow the
    aunt thing doesn't fit."

    "I don't guess anything fits us.", I observed.

    "Getting moral on me now Ron?"

    "No, what difference would it make? We've already crossed
    the bridge."

    "You're right about that. Look at it this way; you're a
    horny teenager and I'm a healthy woman. What the rest of
    the world doesn't know can't hurt can it? What a waste it
    would be if we didn't take care of each other's needs."

    "It's been a long time since Thursday morning."

    "Let's take that bath and catch up for all we've missed.
    Race you to the tub.", Bea said and was gone before I could
    react.

    I followed her to the bathroom and found her turning on the
    water. "That wasn't fair.", I complained. "You didn't give
    me a chance."

    "Let's get undressed while the tub fills and then you can
    have all the chances you can handle."

    She began undressing and I followed suit. When we were
    completely naked she looked at me and exclaimed, "Look at
    that!"

    I glanced down and I had an erection standing out straight
    in front of me like a pointer. "I've been this way since
    Thursday."

    Bea laughed and said, "I'll have to do something about
    that.", and walked over and hugged me. "Let's get a quickie
    while we wait on the tub to fill. We wouldn't want to waste
    that would we?"

    The tiles felt cool against my back; Bea kneeled astride me
    as she said, "Lay still; I'll take care of everything."

    Her hand was warm from testing the water. She grasped my
    poor hungry penis and gently guided it to the opening of
    her sex. I was expecting her to slip it inside and I
    anticipated the pleasure of hot wet flesh as I probed her
    depths but it was not to be. She barely inserted the head
    inside the lips and slowly massaged her little button. I
    almost went crazy with the urge to plunge my entire length
    deep inside but she evaded my every attempt and told me to
    lie still and enjoy. It was torture to lie there as she
    teased me with just a hint of the pleasure her body offered
    and it wasn't long until I unloaded all over both of us.
    Only then did she let me slip all the way in as she lay
    down on top of me and gave me a kiss.

    "Did you like that?", she asked.

    "It was torture at first but, yes, I liked it."

    "There is more to sex than just boom, boom, boom. If you'll
    let me, I'll teach you how to enjoy it then you can drive
    your girlfriends up the wall."

    "But I don't have a girlfriend and what about you?"

    "What about me? Want to marry me?", she said with a
    mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Let's get in the tub and
    take that bath."

    The water was very hot and I slid into the tub gingerly and
    after I became accustomed to the water I settled beside Bea
    submerged up to my chin. "This feels good after you get
    used to it.", I observed.

    "It feels better after you relax and soak all the kinks
    out. Just lay back, close your eyes, and drift."

    I did just that and soon I was in a peaceful never-never
    land where everything was almost perfect but not quite. I
    felt satisfied but strangely there was something missing.
    It was as if I had sat down to a banquet and gotten up
    before I had eaten my fill. I wanted more of Bea and the
    pleasures she offered. A flash of insight, the action
    beside the tub had only been an appetizer. She had said she
    would teach me; I hoped she would continue the lessons
    soon. My whole body grew sensitive to the slightest touch
    and I was acutely aware of every place where her body
    touched mine.

    I felt her hand cup my scrotum and slide up to grasp my
    limp penis. Within seconds of her touch I was alive and
    ready but she wrote the script. There were many twists and
    turns as Bea played out the afternoon; so many I don't have
    a coherent memory of events. Everything is jumbled together
    like a collage of sensations and pleasure or a series of
    slides flashing on a screen for a split second to be
    replaced by another in a random sequence.

    I seemed to be magically transported from the bath to the
    bed. Soft exploring caresses mixed with kisses raised the
    curtain. Shock, then shock mingled with pleasure, and
    finally pleasure alone when two warm lips settled down over
    my manhood. My lips found nipples and soft flesh when
    breasts passed by my face. A finger inside a warm slippery
    place evoking moans of pleasure. The perfume of female musk
    only inches from my nose as I gathered the courage to kiss
    those glistening lips. My tongue exploring the pink
    slipperiness hidden between her legs and the surprise when
    I found pleasure as my tongue did forbidden things in
    forbidden places. Soft yielding lips on mine flavored with
    the taste of my own maleness mingled with exotic nectar
    from deep within the female flower when our tongues
    entwined in passion as flesh met flesh. Young manhood,
    engorged and unyielding, seeking and finding a silken
    grotto that opened and welcomed the penetrating flesh;
    maleness seeking fulfillment that only dark, secret female
    places can give. Sensation mounted on still more sensation
    until my universe could hold it no longer and release
    exploded like a nova leaving me drained and empty of
    passion. I am finished; I am ashes; and, like the Phoenix,
    I arise from my own ashes to be reborn and repeat the cycle
    anew.

    As I lay beside Bea exhausted with our lovemaking a thought
    crossed my mind; summer couldn't get here fast enough!

    THE END



    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
    Lines: 512

    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.

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