0 comments/ 69223 views/ 4 favorites My Aunt Meg By: Chopper "Oh god Carla you do me so good, yes, yes, yes suck me lick me, it feels so good." I was into something good. I had my face buried in Laurie's cunt along with two fingers. I wanted to shove my whole face inside her. I felt so fortunate to have this sweet things sex pushing back so hard against me. We had been lovers for two weeks and Laurie is so beautiful. How did I get so lucky to land her? I'm 45. Laurie is only 25. She is the featured dancer in the club I own called The Cave, one of the most popular lesbian clubs in New York. We had become friends immediately and that friendship rapidly turned into a love affair. Laurie is 5'5 with 36B breasts, long blond hair halfway down her back and a great pair of legs. I'm about the same height as she, but the similarity ends there. I have brown hair cut short. My body is just average with 34B breasts. Everyone tells me that I'm beautiful both inside and out. Right now all I know is that I have this delicious pussy at my command. "Your tongue is magical, you're driving me crazy," Laurie moaned. "And you taste so good, I love you Laurie." I started concentrating on her clit and had her screaming and bucking all over the bed within seconds. I raised up on my knees and slid my fingers in my own pussy, which was dripping wet. "I'm cumming Carla, I'm cumming." I looked up to watch her face as she came. Laurie was pulling on both of her nipples really hard. Her eyes were closed and she had an ecstatic look on her face. She was grinding her cunt into my face and screaming my name. "Carla, Carla, I'm going to soak your face now. Oh good god here it comes. Ahhhhhhhhh!" As Laurie was screaming and writhing I flicked my clit with my thumb and plunged my fingers in and out of my cunt and brought myself to a mind-bending orgasm. "Come up here, Carla." I slid up the bed and lay on my back. "Now stick out your tongue." I stuck out my tongue and Laurie started sucking and licking her juices off of it. She then kissed and licked my face all over. "I'm quite a gusher aren't I." "Yes you are and I love every drop of it." "Could I ask you something Carla?" "Sure, shoot." "When are you going to ask me to move in with you?" "Do you really want to, our age difference doesn't bother you?" "Our age difference is not important to me Carla. I love you and think you are beautiful." "OK I'm asking." We spent the rest of Sunday moving Laurie's things to my apartment. My place is a loft directly over my club. It's one big room with a bathroom that's enclosed that I had custom built and I must say it's luxurious and beautiful. We finished up a little after eight that evening and we were worn out. I told Laurie I slept in the nude most of the time and she said she did all the time. "Let's get undressed and snuggle." Laurie's voice sounded tired. "OK, let's," I said. After undressing we climbed into the bed and pulled my comforter over us and lay face to face with our breasts touching. "You know my folks back in Memphis know nothing about my choice of lifestyle. I'm afraid they would disown me if they found out," Laurie told me. "Laurie, my parents have known about my sexual preferences since I left my no good husband for a woman over twenty years ago. They don't like it but they have accepted it in their own way I guess. I hardly ever see them or talk to them and when I do go home to St. Louis I have to go alone. No girlfriends allowed. Let me tell you about my Aunt Meg. She's 86 years old, lives in Chicago and nobody in the entire family has spoken or had anything to do with her since she was a young girl, except me and I adore her and always have, even before I knew why everyone hated her. She's quite well off and always sends me a generous gift at Christmas and on my birthdays." "Let me guess, she's a lesbian." "You got that right. The thing is she was much younger than her lover was and she died when Aunt Meg was still in her sixties. Aunt Meg sold their house and now lives in a nice apartment. She is still sharp as a tack and looks more like sixty-six instead of eighty-six. I'd like for you to meet her and hear her story. I haven't been to see her for a while, what with the club and all. Let's arrange for a couple of days off and go to Chicago." "Read my lips Carla, I'm not worried about our age difference, but I would like to meet your aunt. So if you can work it out lets go. Now I'm very tired, lets get some sleep. Give me a kiss." The Cave really looks like a cave with fake stone walls. The bar is horseshoe shaped, located in the back of the room. The stage for my dancing girls is in the front of the club. I have eight dancers, with Laurie being the most popular, especially when she is teamed with Cassandra, a six foot one black girl and they have got a hot act together. It drives the women into frenzy when they start grinding their bodies against one another. It drives me crazy to see them together. The Cave opens for business at four and the entertainment starts at seven and lasts till two. I normally meet my assistant manager Lucy at noon to get ready for business. Lucy is a little knock-out Puerto Rican. We had been lovers for a while but now we were very good friends and she was an excellent employee. Monday, Lucy had already arrived when I came downstairs and was getting things ready for the customers. I talked to her about handling the bar for a few days and she had no problem with it. Monday is usually a fairly slow night and tonight was no exception. When Laurie and Cassandra came on stage I had time to enjoy their erotic dance act and my pussy was soaked when they finished. We closed the club right on time. I told Lucy to close up and I headed for the dressing room to get Laurie. I grabbed her by the hand and said, "Let's go upstairs." She was wearing nothing but a short silk robe as I walked behind her I could see most of her ass as we climbed to the loft. Inside, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her gently. "I get so hot and wet watching you and Cassandra together." Laurie didn't reply, she just slipped her tongue inside my mouth and began kissing me passionately, cupping both of my breasts and squeezing them through my t-shirt. I slipped my hand between her legs and found that she was water logged. "I have it all set up for our trip to see my aunt." "Great, when do we leave?" "Tomorrow at three, I've got us a great room and I plan for us to use it a lot." "I'm really excited about our trip and meeting your aunt. Now why don't we go take a bath." "You wait here babe and let me run the water for you." Laurie disengaged herself and I headed for the bathroom. I lit several candles as I ran her a hot bath. Laurie walked in naked. "I could look at you forever", I told her. I took her hand and led her to the huge tub. "Get in and I'll give you a bath." Laurie slid down into the deep water and moaned about how good it felt. I took off my t-shirt and jeans, and slipped out of my panties and bra. I got down on my knees, got a bar of soap and began lathering Laurie's back. I moved my hands to her breasts and soaped them good, tweaking her nipples. "Pinch my nipples a little harder, I like a little pain." "My pleasure," I said and tugged on them hard. "Oh Carla, that hurts so good." "Now let me wash your pretty blond bush." When I had her cunt good and soapy I ran my hand down her slit all the way to her ass hole and just tickled it a bit, then putting two fingers in her cunt pushing them in and out briskly. "I love it when you're inside me, it feels so fucking good, oh, oh Carla, fuck me, fuck me." Laurie was pulling on her nipples fiercely as I fucked her hard. "I'm cumming Carla, I'm cumming, come on baby make my pussy cum. Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god! Oh! God, ahhhhhhhhh." Laurie came so hard her head went completely under the water and she came up spitting and coughing and laughing "I love you Carla." This little scene had me soaking and I got in the tub standing up with my pussy right in Laurie's face. She didn't have to be told what to do. She reached around me and grabbed my ass cheeks and started kissing my love box. Laurie kissed it gently, sniffed and licked all up and down my slit. "You're really wet baby." "I know, eat my pussy please Laurie." She pushed her tongue in me as far as it would go and fucked me with it hard in the meantime flicking my clit with her finger. I was humping her face frantically, it felt so good. "Come on baby, cum on my face, cum on my face." "Laurie, Laurie, oh babe suck my cunt, oh yeah, oh god I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum so hard. Ohhhhhhh babe, it's so good, it's so good." I came so hard I couldn't remain standing, my legs were shaking so bad. I sank down in the tub kissing Laurie, tasting myself on her. "I'm ready for a road trip," I told Laurie. "Me too, lets get a good nights rest." We had a delay getting out of New York and finally arrived at Chicago's O Hare. Picking up our rental car, we were checked in and unpacked at our hotel by eight thirty. Neither of us was hungry so we headed straight for bed. Both of us naked, we cuddled and kissed and caressed each other for a long time. I love kissing and that's all we did for what seemed like hours. I realized that I had tears running down my cheek. "What's wrong," Laurie asked. "Laurie I've slept with my share of women. I guess I've just been in lust for the past twenty years, and now you've come along and I truly do love you. Maybe it was lust at first sight but now it is a wonderful love for you. I just love holding you and doing things for you, and being with you. I don't have the energy I used to have because of the club and remember I'm forty five." "Carla, I love you too. The sex we have is so good, and with you it's the quality not the quantity. This really is the best sex I've ever had so don't worry about it. Are you tired tonight?" "Yeah a little." "Then lets cuddle up and get some sleep." I awoke early Wednesday morning and just watched Laurie sleep for several minutes. At seven I gave her a shake to wake her up. "Wake up Laurie." She pulled me to her and kissed me. "Did you get rested Carla?" "Yeah, lets get dressed, have some breakfast and go to Aunt Megs." We arrived at Aunt Megs at about ten thirty. I had told Laurie that my aunt did not ever dress casually so we shouldn't either. Laurie had on a red blazer with a black dress underneath that came to about her mid thigh. She looked great. I chose a black skirt, knee length with a silk blouse. I rang the bell and Aunt Meg was right there to answer. "Aunt Meg, hi, it's so good to see you," and we gave each other a big hug. "You girls come on inside and make yourselves at home. I took Laurie by the hand and we stepped into the elegant apartment. "Aunt Meg this is my girlfriend Laurie, the best nude dancer in New York." My aunt shook Laurie's hand. ""I'm so pleased to meet you, I've don't believe I've met any of Carla's lady friends before. Have a seat and I'll prepare some tea, or would you rather have a drink?" "Tea is fine for us, it's a little early for a drink." My aunt left the room and Laurie exclaimed, "I can't believe she eighty six, and she's so regal looking, classy." "Yes she is, isn't she?" "Here we go ladies," Aunt Meg returned from the kitchen with a tray. We made small talk for awhile and then my aunt asked if we were happy. "Very much so," I replied. "Oh yes," said Laurie. "Aunt Meg, tell Laurie about your life." "Oh child, I don't think she wants to know about me." "I do, I really do," Laurie told her. "Well, OK here goes. I was born in 1914. My family was very wealthy and my father managed to retain most of his wealth even through the great depression. I was very sheltered, especially by my father, although he would buy me anything I wanted. I stayed in my room a lot and listened to the radio, I loved to listen to the radio, the music and the programs. My favorite was Amos and Andy, but that was later when I was a teenager. I became a little rebellious about the time I graduated. I wanted to go to college but my father was of the belief that a young lady should find a man and get married. "I found me a man all right, but not one my father would have picked. He was rather wild, that's what attracted me. His family also had a lot of money and had survived the depression. Don't laugh when I tell you his name, Chip Stevens, that's right he was a Chip. He drove a car called the Cord and it was a sporty thing, something kids today would probably say was awesome. I let him take my virginity when I was eighteen, but I only slept with him two other times. "After that something very significant happened in my life. My father had a very dear friend who had lost everything. This friend had a daughter, I think she was twenty-six at the time, that worked for us in the home. We became very good friends. Her name was Joy and she spent a lot of time catering to me, things like bringing me breakfast in bed, brushing out my long blonde hair and even washing my hair. I always noticed that Joy would breathe hard when she had contact with any part of me but I didn't think anything about it. One weekend, I can't remember if it was a Saturday or a Sunday. My parents were away and it was just Joy and I in the house. It must have been a Saturday night; I was taking a bath when Joy came in. "Here, let me wash your back," Joy told me. "I said ok," and away she went. That was the only part of me that she touched, but she didn't go away. She helped me out of the tub and started drying me off; she did my back and then handed me the towel. Joy left the bathroom like she was in a big hurry and she was breathing really hard. I thought she must have thought of some chore she had to do downstairs, so I finished drying myself off and pulled on a robe and walked into my bedroom. Much to my surprise, Joy was sitting on the side of my bed. I asked her if anything was wrong and she said no. Joy was staying overnight since my parents were away but she had her own room. She asked me if she could sleep in my bed and we could listen to the radio together. I was glad to have the company and said it would be OK. I was a very modest girl, so I got my flannel nightgown and went back to the bathroom to put it on. "When I came back out Joy was already under the covers. I asked her if she had already put her gown on. Joy told me she would just sleep in her panties and bra. I was a bit shocked but I turned the radio on and found a station playing music and got in bed with Joy. We talked for awhile, mostly about boys and music. The next thing I knew Joy had rolled over and kissed me on the cheek. I asked her what she was doing and she said it was just a goodnight kiss. Joy asked me if I had ever slept with any of my boyfriends. I lied and told her no. She then asked me if I wanted her to teach me how to kiss. I was a little indignant and told her I knew how to kiss. Joy insisted that she could teach me a few things and the next thing I knew she was kissing me on the mouth. I tried to pull back, but she put her hand behind by head and pulled me back to her forcing her tongue into my mouth. "I resisted for about a minute, but then it started to feel good. Her lips seemed so soft. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Chip had never kissed me this long. Joy placed a hand on my breast and began to play with my nipple and I didn't try to stop her. She took a long time playing with both of my breasts. By this time we were both breathing heavily. I could feel my sex, oh hell you girls know the words, my pussy was getting wet. This felt so right to be what I thought was so wrong. Joy pulled my gown up above my waist and reached between my legs and started playing with my cunt. By this time I was on fire. Joy wrestled my gown the rest of the way off and began to suck and lick my nipples. She was so gentle, continuing to play with my pussy and sucking my nipples. "She did my breasts for a long time and then started kissing her way down my stomach. Now remember girls this was a long time ago and I had never heard of oral sex. When she placed her mouth on my cunt I said to myself, what the hell? She was licking and sucking and kissing my pussy and I was mortified, but then all of a sudden it was the most delightful experience I had ever had. Joy was bringing me a joy I had never felt before. She stopped long enough to ask if I liked it and I told her yes, and she went back to her licking and sucking. I had the first orgasm of my life that night with Joy between my legs, pardon the pun. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I came screaming her name. Joy didn't quit though; she brought me to two more orgasms. At the end of the third one I was shaking all over. Joy eased back up the bed and lay down on her back on her pillow. She didn't say anything at all. She had brought me so much pleasure I felt like I should return her affections. "Do you want me to do you?" I asked. "If you want to." Joy said. I really didn't know what to do. I told her to undress and she did, asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this. "I think so," I stammered. Joy peeled off her panties and bra and lay back down on her back. I was very tentative as I placed my mouth on one of her nipples and began to suck on it. I didn't stay shy very long as I started switching from one of Joy's breasts to the other. Her nipples became very elongated and she was moaning to my ministrations. "Finally I started moving down her stomach. Joy had a very thick pubic thatch and I just stared at it for a few seconds and then I dove in, well dove in is not exactly correct, but I did begin licking my way around. It didn't take me long to realize that I liked it, and I liked it very much. I can still remember the taste and smell and the feel of her just like it was yesterday. Joy taught me how to find her clit, pulling back the hood. The longer I did it, the more natural it seemed. Joy was lifting her hips off the bed to meet my mouth and holding my head to keep it on her cunt. I don't know how long I ate her but I remember I didn't want to stop. Joy must have had at least five orgasms that night. "Joy and I continued to be together whenever we could for the next two years. The affair came to an end in 1934 when my father caught us together one Sunday afternoon. Joy was screwing me with a strap on in our garage when my father walked in. He grabbed Joy by the hair just as I was cumming and threw her against the wall. He then told me to get out of the house and never come back, and he didn't ever want to see me again. I was crushed. I loved my father very much and couldn't believe that he would just kick me out and disown me. I didn't know what I was going to do. "All of my life, everyone had told me I had movie star looks, so I decided to go to Hollywood and try my luck. Money would not be a problem because my grandfather had left me a tidy sum. I packed a couple of suitcases and got out of St. Louis as fast as I could. I took the train to Hollywood, certain that I was going to be a big star. I'm an old lady now, but in 1934 I was a tall, statuequesk blonde. "I arrived in Hollywood and since I had plenty of money I found a vacancy at the Piazza Del Sol. The Piazza Del Sol was an apartment house on Sunset and you know I still recall the address, 8439 Sunset. "Here I was on my own for the very first time yearning to be a movie star, but I didn't know where to start. For the first week I just did some sight seeing. "I will never forget one particular day and night. It was a rather cool November afternoon and I was standing in front of a beautiful mansion on Sunset. A woman who looked to be about 40 approached me. She had on a Tricorn hat, a highwayman cape and pointed silver buckled shoes. She introduced herself as Mercedes de Acosta. Mercedes said she was a screenwriter among other things. I told her I wanted to be an actress and she said maybe she could help me. My Aunt Meg "She asked me if I knew who lived in the palatial mansion I was standing before and I told her no. "That's the home of the Great Russian actress Alla Nazimova, it's called the Garden of Alla. "I didn't know it at the time, but Nazimova was the first openly gay actress in Hollywood. I found out later that Mercedes was a famous star fucker. Besides sleeping with Nazimova she had bedded the great Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich and Isadora Duncan. "I was excited thinking de Costa could help me. I asked if she would like to come with me to my apartment for a cup of coffee. She agreed. When we arrived at my apartment, I asked her to make herself comfortable. I went to the kitchen to put coffee on and went back to the living room. Mercedes was still standing. As I entered the room she walked up to me and said, "You are very beautiful. I started to say thank you, but before I could Mercedes wrapped her arms around me and gave me a very deep passionate kiss, which I returned. It was amazing, she had my clothes off and she was naked in just a matter of seconds. She said let's go to your bedroom and I didn't object. Mercedes lay me down and told me she was devoted to giving pleasure and that I wouldn't be disappointed. She wasted no time, going straight to my nipples, kissing, touching, caressing, sucking, biting, it was wonderful. She then kissed and licked down my stomach down to my cunt. She was so good I was already writhing, groaning and moaning. She ran her finger down my slit. I was so wet with pussy goo. Mercedes then put her finger in my mouth and let me taste myself, then she got serious. She placed her mouth back on my cunt and licked, sucked, and kissed with great intensity. I was going crazy, bucking like a wild horse. "She then swung her body around to where we were in the now famous sixty-nine position with her on top with her dripping cunt in my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks and began tonguing her. Mercedes had her head buried between my legs, sucking like a mad woman. She then pushed two fingers in me, then three as her tongue found my clit. I decided right then and there that I really loved the taste and feel of a woman. After my experience with Joy back in St Louis and the consequences of that affair I had come away a little confused about my sexuality, but now I had no doubts, I loved pussy. "I ran my tongue as deep as I could into Mercedes and she was screwing me so hard with her fingers in my pussy. By this time we both were thrashing and twisting and turning and screaming. Mercedes said I had the sweetest tasting pussy. I took my face and rubbed all over her pussy, covering my face with her juices. I cried out that I that I was cumming and Mercedes said come on Meg cum on my face, cum on my face. I gave one big final buck and felt my orgasm build from what seemed like from my mouth on her steamy cunt all the way down to my pussy. I was shaking as I came and then Mercedes really began hunching my face and shrieked that she was cumming. We lay with our arms around each other kissing gently. "Mercedes told me she would help me all she could to get into the movie business and I believed her. She asked me if I would like to go to a party tonight at the Garden of Alla and I said of course. "Mercedes and her driver picked me up at eight and we drove to the Garden of Alla. Once inside this magnificent palace, I noticed all the people were women. Later I found out that this was a secret gathering place for famous and influential lesbians. "I was led by the hand by Mercedes to an attractive lady and introduced to the great film star Nazimova. Girls, Alla was a woman ahead of her time. At the height of her career, she had script approval, approval of whom directed and so forth and this was unheard of back then. "When Mercedes introduced me, she told Alla she had found me outside earlier in the day admiring her home and that she was going to help me get into the movies. Alla quickly cut her eyes to Mercedes and I could read her eyes saying you've already fucked her haven't you. "Mercedes and Alla were wearing slacks. I had worn my most formal black dress that was rather low cut showing quite a lot of cleavage. Alla was in her mid fifties but certainly didn't look it and she was giving me the once over and then some. Alla asked if I would like to see the rest of her home and I told her sure. She took me on the tour and the whole place was marvelous. Naturally, we wound up in a bedroom, I don't think it was her master bedroom, but that didn't matter. "Mercedes had you today," Alla said with just a bit of a Russian accent. "Yes," I told her. "Take off your clothes, Meg, and let me see you body." I couldn't say no to this woman. I took everything off and stood stark naked in front of Alla. "You have a lovely body and you have a beautiful face, I can probably help you." This was music to my ears. "Alla came to me and cradled my face in her hands. She then placed her right hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her, beginning to kiss me gently. I was already hot, wet and ready to have this older woman. I pushed my tongue past her lips and began probing her mouth. We stayed like this for quite some time, kissing deeply. Alla was kneading my breasts with both hands. Alla pulled her tongue from my mouth and dropped to her knees, her face level with my cunt. She lovingly caressed my pussy with her right hand while placing her left hand on my ass and ran it up and down by crack. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. Alla ran her tongue up and down my slit over and over. I was humping her face hard holding her head between my legs. "Alla had been working my pussy over good for about three minutes when I heard the bedroom door open. I looked around and saw that Mercedes had entered the room. "Oh Alla, I want to watch you and Meg," she said. Alla got back on her feet and said, "Of course you can watch, take your clothes off and join us." "Mercedes was out of her clothes in a flash and sat down in a chair right next to the bed. She immediately began rubbing her pussy and pulling on her nipples. "Alla pushed me down on the bed and said she was going to fuck me now. She pulled down her slacks to reveal a gigantic strap on. It's probably a valuable antique now. The dildo looked monstrous to me and I wasn't sure I could take it all. Alla didn't completely undress, just pulling her slacks down and leaving her shirt on. She told me to get on all fours. I got positioned getting ready for the huge fake cock. Alla didn't rush anything. I felt her fingers rubbing my wet pussy and then she replaced it with her tongue. She tongue fucked me for a long time. I could hear Mercedes making sounds as she fingered herself. "Finally the time came and I felt the head of the cock touch me. Alla entered me slowly, giving me just a little at a time, stretching me out, and with just a few inches left she gave one final thrust and it was all the way in. It hurt just a little at first but then when Alla started fucking me in earnest it felt so good. Alla certainly knew how to use it. Her hips were like a piston going in and out of me. Mercedes yelled that it looked so good and that she was cumming. I was crying out in ecstasy as Alla kept pumping that huge cock in out of my cunt. "I'm cumming Alla, I'm cumming." I screamed. Alla leaned forward and fingered my clit without missing a beat with the dildo. I came a second time right on top of my first orgasm. Alla slowly pulled out of me and lay down on her back and told me to suck my juices off the cock. I straddled her and licked it clean. Alla said she had to get back to her guests, so we all three dressed and went downstairs. "The party lasted all night and Mercedes took me home at about six in the morning. She said she would see me later. I crawled into bed and slept all day. "Mercedes kept her promise to me and took me on the rounds meeting agents. All of the agents talked a good game but most of them wanted to go to bed with me. One afternoon she took me to the Sunset Towers hotel. It's now known as the Argyle Hotel. At the time it was called home by many Hollywood stars like Clark Gable, Errol Flynn, Howard Hughes and even the gangster Bugsy Siegel. She introduced me to Mr. Hughes and he was very taken with me. He signed me to one of his famous contracts, paying for my apartment and telling me to sit tight, he would find something for me. My association with Hughes didn't last to long though, because he would visit my apartment wanting to go to bed with me and I wouldn't. He tore up my contract after a couple of months. "I met so many stars in California, it was really a wonderful time in my life. I attended a few more parties at the Garden of Alla but I never really got to make love to Nazimova, although Mercedes and I were lovers for a short time. "I spent a year in the city called the dream factory and nothing happened for me as far as movies were concerned. I was twenty-one and homesick for the Midwest and my family. I called my father and neither he nor my mother would speak to me. It was then I decided to move to Chicago and see if I could find a career, love and happiness. Mercedes died in 1968, and Alla died in 1945. I found out years later that Nazimova was the godmother of Nancy Davis, later, as I am sure you know, Nancy Reagan, wife of the President. "So at the age of twenty one it was back on the train and a trip to Chicago. Arriving in Chicago I found a place to rent near Wrigley Field, which was great for me because I've always been a big baseball fan. I got that from my father. "I enrolled at Northwestern University and received my degree in Business Administration. "I entered Northwestern when I was twenty-two and I met the love of my life and my lifetime partner there. Her name was Ruth Jacobson. Ruth was thirty-six, Jewish with a voluptuous body. Her hair was black and curly and very long. She came from a family with money also and we fell in love immediately. "Ruth was an artist, a very good artist and she taught art. You might say we seduced each other. It was love and lust at first sight. "Ruth modeled for the Sears catalog and through her I found employment also. I modeled ladies lingerie mostly for a few years. We both did it for fun mostly as unlike so many others in the country we didn't really need the money. I modeled all the while that I was at Northwestern. "Ruth and I found a great home in a fashionable part of Chicago and were so happy together. We invested our money wisely and had such great times. I lost Ruth in 1975 when she was seventy-six and I was sixty-two. I still have my memories of her and that gets me through each day, my memories of lovely days and wonderful nights of love with her." "Aunt Meg, you're looking tired," I interjected at this point. "God what a fascinating life you've lived," Laurie exclaimed. Aunt Meg said she was a little tired and it was time for her afternoon nap. We said our goodbyes and I promised Aunt Meg I would come back soon and spend several days with her. Laurie and I left the apartment and pushed the button for the elevator to take us down. When the doors slid shut Laurie kissed me. "How fast can we get back to the hotel?" she asked, taking my hand and placing it on her thong bikini panties. "Jeez, Laurie, you are saturated." We practically ran to our car and I drove much too fast back to our hotel. I parked it in the parking deck and still with great haste we headed for our room. The door had hardly shut and Laurie was jerking her clothes off, tossing them here and there on the way to the bed. She flopped down on her back and fingered her pussy. "Did you bring your strap on?" she wanted to know. "Yes Laurie, it's like my American Express card, I never leave home without it." "I want you to fuck me so bad and so hard." I got out of my clothes and got my favorite strap on. I love the way this one fits and feels. It hits my clit just right when I use it. I strapped it on and lay down on top of Laurie and kissed her. She flipped me over and said she wanted to get on top. She straddled the flesh colored cock and eased herself down. She was so wet and lubricated she slid it all the way in without any trouble. "It feels so good with you inside me," she said as she started riding me. She was going up and down so frantically the dildo would almost slip out of her pussy on her upward stroke. On the downward stroke she forced the cock to hit my clit. "Oh fuck me, fuck me. I got so hot hearing about those women in Hollywood fucking and sucking. Yes, Yes, Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh it fells soooooo goooood, oh Carla, I love you," and Laurie let out shriek that would wake the dead and collapsed on top of me. She then got on her knees from my side and licked the cock clean. "I taste so good don't I?" "Oh yeah Laurie you taste so good." "Now it's your turn Carla." She pulled the strap on off and began kissing me lightly all over, starting at my forehead and going all the way to my toes. She then slowly worked her way to my thighs, licking very slowly on each thigh until she reached the core of my being. She kissed my cunt lightly at first. "I love to taste you." "And I love the way your tongue feels in my pussy." Carla plunged her tongue into me and tongue fucked me. She then teased my clit until I could stand no more. "Do me Laurie, do me now." She rubbed her face all over my cunt, covering her face with my juices. Going for my clit with her tongue she rammed three fingers into my pussy. This beautiful young woman knew how to make me feel good. She was finger fucking me savagely while her tongue did magic on my clit. I was bucking up and down so hard she could hardly stay with me. "Laurie, Laurie, I'm not going to last looooooong, oh god here it comes, oh, oh, oh , I'm cumming, I'm gonna cover your face, oh, oh, with my love juices. Oh god, ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, yes Laurie, yes, yes, oooooooh." I had wrapped my legs around Laurie's shoulders and had bucked so much we were almost off the bed. We untangled and wrapped our arms around each other, each of us giving the other light kisses. "Laurie that was so good. I love you." "I love you too Carla, and yes, it certainly was good. Do you think our love will have a Hollywood ending?" "Yes Laurie, I think it will." * * * * * Please send all comments to chopper. And a special thank you to my editor. My Aunt - My Angel we take everything we have for granted and hardly value them. Only those who are totally deprived of a thing can tell us about its true value I am Mohan, a twenty four year old graduate engineer. I am indeed a lucky guy who had everything easy so far in my life – loving, caring, upper middle class parents, a very dear younger sister and the best of education. God has been kind by providing me with above average intelligence and reasonable good looks and physique. To top it all, I just got a good job with a very good multinational company. The only hitch was the job was in a city located about 800kms away. My family was very unhappy to let me go but as the offer was a very good one and I was very keen, everyone agreed that it was in my best interest to take up the job. Thus I arrived one fine day in the city of my employment. Luckily for me my mother's own youngest sister Sumana and her husband Venkat lived in that city for long and they received me as I arrived in the new place by train. Uncle Venkat was a Senior Finance Director with a good Indian company and was around forty years of age. He was a nice person, of average looks, not very talkative but quite successful in his career. Aunt Sumana was thirty five year old with average looks. At the first look, one would call her a plain Jane. She was on the shorter side (around 5'2"), just fair and slim with no outstanding features. But she had a dazzling smile and a very kind and humane nature. They complimented well with each other. They were a nice and popular couple. The only thing missing in their lives was they were childless even after ten years of marriage. As the years went by aunt's desire to have a child increased exponentially. She had turned increasingly religious performing poojas and patronizing Swamis but her desire was yet to be fulfilled. I often heard my mother and other elders saying that it was time aunt adopted a child. Aunt and Uncle insisted that I stay with them as there was no dearth of accommodation in their large and independent house. I politely declined citing the long distance I would have to commute (my factory was some 30kms away) and the time required for that daily travel. They agreed with the logic of my argument and I choose to be a paying guest with a Telugu family that lived close to my factory. However, I promised uncle and aunty that I would visit them often during the weekends. Every alternate week end I visited them. I arrived on a Friday night and went back on Sunday evening. Aunt would cook special dishes for me and I would stuff myself with all that rich food. Often we would go and see a movie or a play or a musical program. They both were very nice to me and provided me with all the comforts of their nice home. My mom was happy too that I was spending good quality time with her own sister. In short, all was well. Early in the evening every Saturday Sumana aunty performed a special pooja (prayer). It lasted about an hour and some of the neighboring ladies attended the end of the pooja when 'aarti' was given. When aunty was busy with the pooja, I took care of answering the door bell or phone or other chores, as required. The objective of the pooja, obviously, was to seek God's blessings for a child. Well, faith is one's own personal business and everyone is entitled to his / her own pursuit of faith. When I saw her perform that pooja the first time, I was stuck by the devotion with which she did that. First she would take a bath and then without drying her body or hair she would drape herself completely in a cotton sari and apply a big vermilion mark on her forehead. In that condition she would light the various oil lamps, sit in front of the deities cross legged and chant the 'mantras' of the pooja with her eyes closed, in a trance like state. Though a believer in God, I was skeptical about religious orthodoxy and poojas to please gods to obtain favors. However, I respect everyone's right to practice what they believe in, as long as it doesn't inconvenience or hurt others. So, when aunty performed her pooja, I helped her any way I could, without getting involved in the process. Uncle was never at home when she performed that pooja because he was busy working at that hour. Thus one Saturday evening aunty started performing her pooja. There was a light drizzle outside and none of the neighbors turned up yet. For want of anything better to do, I walked into the room where she was performing pooja, sat on a mat close by and started watching her. Her chanting of the mantras had a musical quality and it felt good just listening to her, though I didn't understand much of it. It was then that my brain registered that I was looking at aunt Sumana who was draped in a pale yellow wet cotton sari. It was also the first time I looked at my aunty not as aunty but as a woman. The wet sari clung to her slender frame and showed its various features in vivid detail. Her hair which was very wet was jet black in color and long, almost touching her waist. Her palms were together in a namskar gesture and because of this, her hands and forearms were uncovered. Her hands were shapely, her fingers long and tapering nicely and her nails painted light pink. Her forearms were very slender and smooth. As the sari was hugging her chest tightly I could discern her small, perky breasts and the wet sari revealed the small tips of her nipples. I found that view of her tits quite erotic and suddenly her tits appeared sexy to me. I could also see where the sari clung to her waist and I could make out that her waist was very slender and imparted her much younger look. As she was sitting cross legged on the floor, I could see through the wet sari her small buttocks which however were perfectly shaped and the promise of a very tight ass. Her thighs were slender too and looked quite shapely through the wet sari. I could clearly see the skin of the thighs at one or two places where only a single layer of the wet sari covered them. It was quite a sexy sight – more so for a sex starved twenty four year old guy like me. My erotic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the call bell ringing. A couple of neighbors arrived and I kept away from the pooja room for the rest of the evening. I felt guilty at my earlier erotic thoughts. I cursed myself for such thoughts about Sumana aunty who is my mother's own sister. This was totally wrong and nothing short of incest!! I better not repeat it, I told myself, sternly. When the pooja was over and the aarti was completed, all the guests had left. Aunty went up to her room and the phone rang. I picked up and it was uncle on the line. He said that he would be delayed and it might be Nine by the time he returned home and wanted me to inform aunty. I said I would do so. After he disconnected I walked up to aunt's room. The door was ajar and something made me pause. I looked through the small crack of opening. Aunty was standing in front of her dresser and was in the process of removing the wet cotton sari. The dresser was located along a wall that was perpendicular to the door, so I got a side view. Her chest was already uncovered and her small perky boobs were clearly visible along with their cute, pinkish brown nipples. Tight and compact, they looked extremely sexy to me. As the sari dropped at her feet, she was visible to me in all her naked glory. Her skin looked smooth; blemish less and no unwanted hair anywhere. From the side, her small buttocks looked very well rounded and absolutely tight. Her thighs looked slender, smooth and well toned. Her legs were slender and attractive and her feet small and shapely. I took all this in a few seconds as she quickly put on white panties and a white bra. As she started putting on her blouse, I left quietly. I was shaking like a leaf. I ran to my room and shut the door behind me. I realized that I had a raging hard on. I had seen my quota of nude women pictures and even a few blue movies / videos. But this was the first time that I saw a woman totally naked in flesh and blood. The fact that she was someone known and close to me...my mom's own sister, somehow made it even more exciting. I went to the bath room and shut the door behind me. I stood in front of the commode and pulled out my hard dick. Closing my eyes, I recalled in vivid detail Sumana aunty's perky boobs, tight ass, small buttocks and her slender thighs and masturbated. I ejaculated in big spurts and as I cummed, I thought of Sumana aunty under me and receiving that cum into her tight pussy. Over the next two weeks my lust for Sumana aunty increased many fold. Every night I would shag thinking of her naked body in my arms and the things I would do to her. I was perplexed by the way this lust increased day by day instead of reducing. A bit of soul searching made it clear that it might be due to our relationship, at least partly. the idea of having sex with my mom's own sister was exciting indeed My own feelings not withstanding I knew it was a real challenge. Aunt Sumana was a conservative and religious person and a woman well respected by one and all. The idea of sex outside her marriage would never occur to her. If she or uncle or even my mom would ever come to know about my evil thoughts, they would just kill me; I was sure. So the challenge was to slowly convert aunty and win her over to my way of thinking. Sex with her should be consensual and not otherwise. To convert her, firstly I should get to know her better, understand her likes, dislikes and needs. I would then have to start winning her over, step by step. I was excited by this challenge and decided to give it my best. The prize if I succeeded, of course, was Sumana aunty herself! When I next visited them, I started spending more time with aunty talking to her. On a Saturday she went out for an hour during the day for some shopping and I was alone at home. It occurred to me that if I looked around her room, I might find some clues to her personality. Sumana aunty had a room of her own apart from their master bed room. I first checked the master bed room. It contained mostly his things and hardly anything of hers. What struck me as very odd were the two single beds a few feet apart from each other rather than one big double bed one would expect. So they didn't sleep together any longer, did they? Well! Well! Well! That was interesting, I thought. I went to her room hoping to find something personal about her. Everything was neat and orderly in her room showing that she was a methodical person. I opened her wardrobe and found her clothing arranged neatly in different racks. I looked around and selected the racks containing her saris for my first search. I was looking for some personal diary like document. I was careful not to disturb the folds or the order of the saris. I was not disappointed. I soon found a hard covered, bound note book and when I opened it randomly found diary like jottings. I looked at the last entry. It was dated over a month ago. Obviously, she doesn't write daily, but at random. I decided to read it completely that night and replace it next day. There was a small risk that she would look for it that day but the chances were very small and I should risk it, I said to myself. That evening I hoped to see aunty naked again while she changed her dress after pooja. I was however disappointed because the door to her room was not ajar this time. I dared not push it to open while she changed, without first knocking at the door. That night, in the privacy of my room, I read her diary from the beginning. The first entry was made about five years ago. As I read page after page, entry after entry, I realized how true the adage that truth is stranger than fiction is. They loved each other very much and had a normal marital life. Five years ago they got themselves tested. Everything was fine with aunty and her child bearing capabilities. The problem was with uncle and his sperm count; that was low. The doctors they consulted differed in their opinions. Some said he could still impregnate her and others said the chances are less. Around this time aunty turned to faith and religion, praying for divine intervention. Uncle just allowed the matter to drift while focusing more on his career and earning more and more success and money there and showering aunty with lots of gifts like expensive jewelry. What was of particular interest to me was, during this period his performance in bed decreased progressively. Aunty wrote that love making was becoming less frequent and even when that happened he hardly lasted a few minutes and ejaculated weakly even before she got properly excited. Matters reached such a stage that about two years ago they decided on two separate single beds by common consent. Since then they indulged in sex only once or twice in a month on what was expected to be the most productive and most lucky days of the month, whatever that meant. I was touched to read what she said about her weekly pooja. "It is not just about seeking the blessings of the Gods for a child. I have very little hope of that. It is also for reducing my sexual desires and lust which burn inside me as fires every night. My body lusts for sex and my thirst is unquenched. I perform the pooja so that I can master this lust and overcome it......" Tears welled up in my eyes as I read that passage. I decided that night that I would be the one to quench her thirst put out her fires of lust and pleasure her body like it had never been pleasured. Yes, I would do all that and I would impregnate her with my child. I wasn't sure how I was going to do it but I was firmly decided I would. I did a strange thing that night. I prayed, yes, prayed to God to give me a chance to do all I set out to do. Give me a chance, bless me because she deserves that and she had been praying you for years, I said. It was a few days later that I got a call from my uncle. His company was negotiating collaboration with a French company and was sending a team to France to finalize the terms. Uncle was a member of the team and they would be away for a week. Could I please stay for that one week at his place and commute to work every day using his car? That way, aunty wouldn't be alone in their home at nights. I told uncle not to worry and I would do as he wanted and it was no problem at all. He sounded genuinely relieved. I was absolutely delighted with this opportunity. I shall now narrate the events that took place on a day to day basis. Day 1 – Sunday Uncle left in the early hours this morning. Aunty and I accompanied him to the Airport and saw him off. We came home around one am. I woke up late around nine. Aunty was already up and about and the breakfast was ready. As we were finishing breakfast I decided that it was time to start playing my cards. "Aunty, I want to give you a very nice holiday today. We will go out and have lunch. After that we would go and watch a movie. In the evening we play cards and order a pizza at home. It will be my treat. How do you like my plans?" I asked her. "Wow! It is a long time since I had a day off. I would love it. But are you sure you want to be stuck with your old aunt on a precious Sunday? Wouldn't you rather go out with your own friends?" She asked me with all sincerity. "Hey Aunty, cut it out. You and old! What a laugh! You look very young, around my age. If people didn't know about us they would think you are my girl friend, aunty." Though I tried to sound casual I was a little scared. Was I too brash or too quick? How would she react? Sumana aunty actually blushed. "Oh! Mohan! You naughty boy! What a flattering thing to say! You sure know how to make a girl happy!" We left home around mid day. She looked resplendent in a maroon red sari and matching blouse. She really looked much younger than her age and radiant. Her slimness added to her beauty and she no longer looked the plain Jane she was on normal days at home. I drove to a posh restaurant that was located on the ninth floor and was the talk of the town. When we ordered, I took a chance and asked aunty, "Would you like a red wine or white wine?" "I would just take a little like I do when I go to a party with your uncle for the sake of giving company." I ordered a Red wine. "This is a very private party for just the two of us, aunty. So today you should enjoy yourself and drink a little more than merely sip." I said, smiling. The food was excellent and we kept on chatting about a lot of things. I asked her which movie she would like to watch. She named a recently released Hindi romantic and musical hit. I could see that she was enjoying herself and letting her hair down. We drove to the Multiplex that was close by and bought tickets. As we found our seats at the back rows, the lights dimmed and the movie started. "Just in time," I said and she giggled like a teenage girl on her first date. She sat to my right as we settled down to watch the movie. It was a nice romantic musical and we were soon engrossed in the movie. After about half an hour I became aware that my right palm now covered her left hand on the hand rest. It was smooth and warm to my touch and felt nice. While continuing to watch the movie I slowly let my fingers entwine hers. Our palms now rested on each other with full surface contact and our fingers entwined. I loved the feeling of our first physical contact. Patience is the name of the game I told myself. Let her get used to basic physical contact with you. Take it up slow and steady. Do not rush but build up slowly. On the screen the hero and the heroine were in a tight heavenly embrace proclaiming their mutual love. There was a slight increase in the pressure of our palms and our fingers moved a little against each other as if in a tender caress. At the intermission we bought popcorn and coke. Sometime during the second half my hand slid on to her seat and my palm rested lightly on her left thigh. I just let it rest there and did nothing. After a quick intake of breath she relaxed and continued to watch the movie. At some stage my thumb moved as if in reflex but actually succeeding in rubbing her thigh a little. There was no reaction and after a few minutes the other fingers moved a little too, giving her thigh a little rub. That was all. After the movie we drove home and changed. We sat in the living room and I proposed that we play cards for some time. We started playing Rummy and enjoyed the game. We were interrupted by a couple of phone calls. First it was my mom. She was already aware of uncle's foreign trip and my stay at aunt's place. She asked me how my day was and what did we do. "Mom, aunty was busy with some housekeeping tasks and I was catching up with my reading. Now we are playing cards." I said, even as I winked conspiratorially at aunty. Aunty smiled back as if in understanding. She too spoke to mom after me. When we disconnected, aunty asked me why I didn't tell my mom about our lunch and movie. "Aunty, it was a private party for just the two of us and it was for our own pleasure and enjoyment. I don't want to share that pleasure with anybody." I replied not knowing if I made sense. Aunty gave me a little perplexed look but said nothing. Later on when she spoke to uncle she too refrained from saying anything about the lunch and movie and it was her turn to wink at me now. So there it was; a tacit understanding that we keep our private moments secret and not share with anyone else. We ordered pizza and it was home delivered. I asked aunty if I could have some wine from uncle's stock along with the pizza. "Help yourself, Mohan. This is your home too. And pour me a little, please." She replied. "Oh, aunty, that is great!" I said smiling as I poured us wine into the glasses. My Aunt - My Angel "Yes, it looks as if you would love to have your aunty drunk." She said playfully. I let that go. After we finished eating, we dumped everything into the kitchen sink and returned to the living room. It was around nine and we decided we had enough of card game for the day. "Let us watch TV and chit chat," aunty said. They have this huge flat HDTV wall mounted and we settled down on the comfortable leather sofa in front of the TV. Aunty took the remote and switched on to a local musical channel that was showing filmy duets. We started chatting. Without really planning for it, I just took her right hand into both my hands and started massaging it, as she started speaking about her childhood and my mom and their family. As my hands continued to caress her hand and fingers, she moved a trifle closer to me and her right thigh was now in light contact with my left thigh. "You know something funny? When you were a kid you always called me Sumana and refused to call me aunty," she said laughing heartily. "Why was that?" I asked curiously. "You said aunties were all big and I was small. So I was no aunty." She continued her laughter. 'It is true even today. You are only ten years older than me and look much younger than your age. I feel uncomfortable calling you aunty." I said sincerely watching her reaction. She blushed and said nothing. I wanted to push a little further. "Aunty, I will call you aunty when someone else is present. But when it is just the two of us, can I call you by name like now, please!" I said it with some feeling. She looked for a long moment into my eyes. There was a helpless, uncertain look in her face. It was almost like a pleading to stop this line of conversation. Her hand was still in my hands. "Yes." She mumbled and I gently squeezed her hand in mine. Enough accomplished in a day, more than enough, I thought. It was past ten and time to sleep with a Monday coming up and a long drive to work awaiting me next morning. "It has been a wonderful day and I thoroughly enjoyed it, Mohan. In fact I do not recollect when I had such good fun last time. Thank you." She sounded sincere. "Hey, Sumana, it was great fun for both of us and we should do it often," I replied smiling. She just hugged me for a few seconds, gave me a peck on my cheek and bid me a good night. Then she was quickly gone. When I lay down on my bed and recapitulated the events of the day, I felt very happy for both of us. Though my mind was full of her thoughts, strangely, they were not erotic but full of love for her. Day Two – Monday Sumana's narrative Mohan left early in the morning for work after a quick breakfast, driving away in his uncle's car. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat in a garden chair in the lawn enjoying the early morning sunshine. My thoughts returned to yesterday. Oh god! What a day that was! It felt as if my life underwent a total transformation in just one day. For the first time in ages I felt lively and much younger. I couldn't believe I had that incredible lunch and movie date with my nephew Mohan. Oh, wasn't he sweet! So chivalrous and charming, complimenting his plain Jane aunt and even making her blush!! But he was right to an extent, wasn't he? Nobody gave us a second look. We looked a natural pair and there was nothing odd about us. Yes, people probably thought I was his girl friend. The very thought brought color to my cheeks and a smile to my lips. And what was the naughty boy trying to do at the theater? Holding and caressing her hand! Did he think she was unaware? And caressing her thigh, omg!! But it did feel incredible; his youthful touch on her smooth thigh conveyed something to her...a private message. She was now sure that her nephew lusted for her body. She didn't know what she did to encourage such incestuous thoughts in him. But what was happening was definitely sinful and shouldn't be encouraged. Wait a minute, Sumana, my conscience said. You are a thirty five year old, conservative, childless, sex starved, plain Jane. Here is your golden chance for redemption, a once in a life time chance. The one, who desires you, is young, virile and your own pedigree. He is pure, probably a virgin and has that look of devotion in him. This is an answer to all your prayers. Let him quench your thirst and pleasure your body. May be he would even impregnate you! Come on, don't miss out on this golden chance and grab it with both hands. I spent the whole day introspecting. I finally decided that I would not lead him on, but, if he took the lead, I wouldn't object. I knew I was only indulging in some hypocrisy but that is the way we react normally, don't we? We would want others to assume the responsibility for acts that would benefit us as well! Mohan returned home from work around 7pm. He had a shower and was ready in half an hour. I asked him whether he would like to have dinner right away. "Yes aunty, I am famished." So we had dinner right away. He was really hungry and ate well, showering compliments on my culinary skills. When we finished eating, he offered to help me with the dishes. I told him not to bother and go and watch the TV and I would join him soon. He was sitting on the sofa all relaxed and watching a news channel when I joined him. I took the remote from him and started surfing till I came across some good music channel. "How was your day?" I asked. "Boring, tough and slow; like every Monday. What did you do? " He asked back. I couldn't very well tell him that I spent the whole day debating whether to indulge in incest or not! So, I said, nothing great; just routine. I was sitting to his right and he moved a little closer and took my left hand in his left. "I like holding your hand very much," he added, as if justifying his act. I just smiled. Suddenly there was gust of moist breeze blown through the open windows. It was getting cloudy since the evening and it looked as if it started raining. There was a streak of lightening followed by thunder. "It looks like it is going to be a heavy rain. The weather bureau predicted heavy rains for tonight," I said. "Yes, you can feel the rain in the breeze and smell it too. I love heavy rains." He replied cheerfully. "I love the rains but not thunder storms. The thunder and lightning scare me. And, whenever it rains the power goes off too in our locality." I added. "Don't worry, I am here to take care of you aunty," he replied, a bit cheekily I thought. It started raining heavily and the gusts of wind started spraying the rain through the open windows of the living room. We rushed to close the windows. I asked Mohan to shut the windows on the ground floor while I ran up the stairs to check and shut any windows open upstairs. Only the window in Mohan's room was open and I shut the same. As I reached the door the power went off. It suddenly became pitch dark and I shouted, scared. Mohan shouted back asking me to stay put wherever I was and not to move. He said he was coming up. I waited panicking as the darkness was overpowering me. I heard Mohan coming up the stairs slowly but there was no light in his hands. "Where are you, Sumana?" he shouted. "At the door of your room," I replied. I heard the shuffle of his feet coming closer and the next second his hands touched me. "Oh! Mohan! I was so scared," I said, my voice betraying my fear. His arms went around me and he hugged me. My hands circled him in response. His body felt strong and warm as it touched my body. I was wearing a thin nightie and he was dressed in pajamas. Heat radiated from both of us. I felt his hot breath on my face and the next second he kissed me. As his lips found and clamped on mine, I felt the hunger in his kiss. It felt as if he wanted to suck all the juices from my lips in that one kiss. It was a kiss that reflected his youthful exuberance; lacking in experience but bursting with passion. It was a long time since I was kissed with such passion!! Our mouths locked and our tongues found each other. My hunger matched his and I kissed back. His tongue darted into my mouth and started exploring its hot interior and the soft wetness. I could feel the fire kindled in my groin and light spasms in my womanhood. His tongue was dynamic and felt both hard and soft, alternately. It would caress and then it would stab. I felt his left hand grabbing my right tit and cupping it and then squeezing it; not too delicately. His right hand dropped down my back on to my small buttocks and started fondling them. My breast was delighted by the rough squeeze of his young hand and responded by the hardening of my nipple. His fingers were very quick to get hold of the nipple and tweak and pinch it. When we came up for breath, I heard him whisper, "I love you, Sumana." That was music to my ears. I felt his hands concentrating on my chest and grabbing both of my tits and fondle them. I felt him trying to locate the hooks of my nightie and helped him by unhooking the top two hooks. I did not wear a bra under my nightie and his eager hands grabbed and mauled my tits and nipples. "You have such perky tits, Sumana! I adore them." His words were musical and magical to me. I started moaning at his rough play with my tits. I wanted him to do more there but I was feeling shy to ask for it. I only moaned louder and pressed myself harder against him. Sensing my hunger, Mohan brought his face down to my right breast and licked it with his tongue. As his wet lips clamped on my nipple and his tongue licked it, I felt dizzy and high. He started sucking it and then slowly drew my small right tit completely into his hot mouth. His tongue teasing my hardened nipple pushed it against the roof of his mouth. And he sucked the whole tit in his hot mouth. His actions were so erotic and hot that juices started flowing in my pussy. Mohan sucked and sucked my tits with such ferocious hunger! While his hot mouth attended to one, his damp hand mauled the other. My tits were never the object of such passion; small as they were. This nephew of mine has made me feel so special about them. They loved his attention and became extremely sensitive. I never honestly knew that they could turn so sensitive! His hands strayed south now. While his right hand fondled my small buttocks and tight ass continuously, his left hand massaged my upper and inner thighs, its travel up north relentless. When it touched my panties through the nightie it stopped for a few seconds, as if paying its respects reverently. Next minute it grabbed my panties ensconced pussy. It felt as if I received a thousand volt shock! A lightening surge went through my body and it shook me violently. Even with the layers of clothing separating us, the touch of his hand on my pussy took my breath away and pushed me towards the edge. He then did a wonderful thing. His hand left my pussy and both hands now tightened around my back and drew me into a strong embrace. My small, sensitive tits were squashed against his strong, broad chest. I felt his hot breath on my neck and then his lips kissing my throat with his tongue licking the area of contact. My arms went around him and then I felt his big bulge and the tent in his pajama against my panties. I wiggled my hips a little and my body moved in spontaneously so that his bulge and my panties clad pussy came into full and direct contact. I felt my back rest against the wall and my young lover grinding his bulge with uncontrolled passion against my pussy. Such was the raw power of his passion and the impact of this sensual move on my hungry body; I went over the edge in no time. I felt lightheaded and giddy as the fall started and heard winds howling in my ears as I fell faster and deeper into a bottomless pit. As I felt my panties and his pajamas dripping wet with our juices, I realized that it was not the sounds of winds howling but the animal sounds let out by the two of us celebrating the explosive release of our passions in the form of orgasm...the young inexperienced lover and the sex starved house wife unwittingly synchronizing their orgasms. May be it was a pure coincidence or a divine intervention, but as we rocked together thus, the power supply was restored. Overcome with shyness, I just ran into my room and shut the door behind me. I fell on my bed and shut my eyes, reveling in the aftermath of such a sexual experience. A little later I got up and cleaned myself. After a while, there was a soft knock at my door. "Sumana, are you okay?" Mohan asked softly. "Yes, Mohan, I am fine, go to bed now and sleep. Good night, love." "Love you more, Sumana, good night and sleep well." I heard him move away, his room door open and then shut. Day Three – Tuesday Mohan's narrative As I drove to my work that morning I thought of the incredible experience of the previous night. I felt guilty that I ejaculated so quickly but then, probably, I still managed to get her to have an orgasm. We have made tremendous progress thanks to that thunderstorm and the power outage, which were a blessing in disguise and helped us immensely. At work I couldn't really concentrate. When I left home that morning Sumana wasn't around. I wasn't even sure if she woke up. I felt bad about leaving home without even wishing her a good morning. I sent her a SMS (texted her). "GM. Thks a lot luv u." It took a few minutes but then I got a reply. "thank u 2 luv u more" I felt absolutely delighted. So, all is well, after all! "It was incredible 4 me" I texted back. "4 me 2, so gud" Sumana obviously no novice in texting, I thought. "Can't wait 4 evng." I replied. "Hey, naughty, work now, play later" I loved her reply. "Lots of play?" I asked. "Hope so ;) byeeee" full of promise that was! I managed to reach home by 6-30pm that evening. Sumana looked fresh as a rose in a light pink sari. When I made to hug her she pushed me away, playfully. "Go have a shower first and freshen up,' she commanded. Half an hour later, I joined her in the living room. "So, how was your day apart from all that texting?" She asked with a mischievous smile. "Very long and frustrating," I winked as I replied. As I made to go close to her she waved me away. "Later. First of all let us finish all our chores and dinner." I understood what she meant. We should go into our love making uninterrupted. I couldn't agree with her more. I poured us two glasses of red wine while we chit chatted. Invariably we flirted more and more, indulging in a kind of verbal foreplay. She called uncle and talked to him briefly. I called mom on my mobile though there wasn't much to speak. It was just to ensure that I wasn't disturbed later on. Neither of us ate much, besieged as we were with a hunger of different kind. I helped Sumana in cleaning up and we finished that soon. We settled down on the couch in front of TV and I pulled her gently to me. She got up and dimmed the lights and made sure that the main door was shut and secured. She came back and sat in my lap, side on and turned her face expectantly to me. We kissed hard and deep – reflective of our mutual hunger. Her mouth and lips tasted special; sweet and hot. Her tongue was ready for the duel with mine and as they played, she moaned. We kissed for several minutes, reveling in each other's taste and wanting more and more of the same. When we finally came up for breath we both stood up. I lifted her in my arms as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I climbed up the staircase. "Your room," she said and that is where we went. My room had a single cot and that wouldn't be very comfortable for what we had in mind. Sensing my thoughts, Sumana took my hand and guided me to her room. She too had an identical single cot there. We moved that cot along with the mattress to my room and together they made a perfect double bed. We changed the sheets and pillow covers and our bed was ready. As we hugged again, I quickly removed her sari and blouse. Undressing my aunty was an exhilarating experience and I felt a big thrill doing that. She was still a little shy and was trying to avoid my eyes. She was looking very cute in her pink petticoat and white bra. Her small tits and small frame certainly made her look a lot younger than her age. "Sumana, you look so cute, like a teenager," I said and she blushed. As my hands undid the clasp of her bra she rested her face against my chest. I quickly removed her bra and my own pajama top baring my chest. My chest was broad, strong and sparsely haired and Sumana ran her long and slim fingers lightly across my chest in a very sensual way. I grabbed her perky boobs and started squeezing them. Pushing my marauding hands away, she pressed her tits hard against my chest and then rubbed them in a most arousing fashion, her hard nipples poking at mine. My hands found the draw string of her petticoat and pulled it to untie. It dropped smoothly in a heap at her feet and she deftly stepped over it. She was wearing pink colored panties that clung well to her small, shapely buttocks at the rear. My hand went under the elastic band and grabbed here naked buttocks for the first time. They were smooth, shapely and cool to my touch and as I massaged them, she moaned. I eased the panties down her slender thighs and legs and she stepped out of them. She undid my pajama and let it drop. She grabbed a handful of my big bulge through my jockey shorts and gave it a squeeze. Her move sent shocks down my spine. Next minute, she freed my raging cock from the constraints of my shorts and it sprang out in its full, hard glory. She held my rock hard cock in her left hand and cupped my balls. She looked at them with a longing and lust that made me proud of my assets. I cupped her clean shaven small pussy and rubbed my palm tenderly all over its surface. My thumb rubbed the upper folds where the clitoris was supposed to be hidden. My rubbing did have the same effect on her, as her tender fingers stroking the length of my cock had on me. Suddenly our eyes locked and we saw the same look of urgency in each other. I pushed aunty to the bed and she lay flat on her back. As I got into the bed and moved on top of her, she bent her legs at the knees, raised them and then opened her thighs wide apart. I could see the wet lips of her pussy glistening with her juices and opening slightly to reveal their pinkish underside. I was in a highly charged state and my cock was literally vibrating with passion. As I mounted her, Sumana held my cock at the mid length in a grip and guided my crown into the open lips of her pussy. She was so wet with juices that her vaginal passage was well lubricated and my cock slid into its tight canal without much difficulty. I felt her love muscles clamp on to my cock as it progressed into her wet cunt. At halfway mark, she asked me to stop. "Wait for a few seconds, pull out slowly, enter again and go deeper," her voice was husky with desire. I followed her instructions and obtained full penetration with the next stroke. "Aaahaa, Mohan, your cock feels wonderful. Let it stay quiet for a few seconds while my cunt gets used to its size, Baby," her words were music to my ears. "Oh, Sumana, your cunt is so hot, wet and tight. I love it. Do you like my dick? Is it good for you?" I had to ask her that question. "Yes! my love! Your cock is very good. It is long and thick and big for my tight cunt," her voce shook with lust. I was dying to use the F word with her but didn't dare so far. Now I felt I could. "I want to fuck you now, aunty," my cock vibrated inside her as I uttered those words. When she heard the F word, Sumana aunty shuddered. In all probability uncle never used that word and she never heard it openly. My Aunt - My Angel "Yes! Fuck me hard and deep. My cunt needs that fuck badly, Baby," she was blabbering now. I started moving my cock like a piston. My engineering background brought the words cylinder and piston to my brain. Yes, my piston should move well in her well lubricated cylinder and I should stroke the full length. She should feel me like a piston. As I stroked her relentlessly, aunty kept moaning. My hands grabbed her buttocks and fondled them. Unwittingly my fingers strayed near her ass hole. As my thumb touched her ass hole, her whole body shook. As my thumb started massaging the exterior of her ass hole a strange thing happened. Her love muscles clamped my cock tightly and she let out a big moan. As I stopped massaging, those muscles relaxed too. It was as if I discovered a secret switch there. "Aaaahhhhhhaaaa! Aabbbaaaaa! Don't stop, please, it feels so good," she was shuddering. I couldn't take it all any longer and felt my ejaculation close by. Stroking faster and faster, I let my fingers rub her ass hole faster too. We were both panting and making animalistic sounds of raw passion and frenzied coupling. I came bursting deep into her and felt a hot flow from my penis into her depths. As cum started flowing, her hands tightened their grip on my buttocks and tried to pull me deeper and deeper in to her. From the spasms of her body and her pussy, I felt her having a powerful orgasm. As I emptied into her starved cunt, her hands continued to press me deep into her as if afraid to let me go. After few minutes I felt her hands relax their pressure on my behind and I could feel her groan under my full weight. I pulled out my limp cock and rolled over to her side. As she turned to my side, I could see that both of us were drenched in sweat from all that exertion. Cupping my face in her damp hands, she kissed me deep on my mouth. She got up and fetched a couple of small towels and wiped away the sweat from my body and cleaned me up around my cock. I loved returning the compliment; in fact I took so much more time doing it that she had to push my hands away! Sumana's narrative I went to the bathroom, switched on the light, shut the door behind me and looked into the mirror. My face was flushed and I had a strange look; the kind I haven't seen in ages. What was it? I was looking for the right word to describe it. As I relieved the pressure on my bladder, the word came to me and I giggled like a kid. 'Just Fucked look'!! Yes! I had the just fucked look. Oh my god! It was incredible how I enjoyed Mohan fucking me. I never realized what I missed all these years and how hungry my body was for good sex. Morals be damned, I was not letting go this opportunity. Next few days, I would fuck and get fucked by my loving, caring, young stud and we will make a baby for me. This was the answer to all my prayers. Could I find a better person to father my child than Mohan? Certainly not, I told myself. When I returned to the bed, Mohan hugged me and his face moved to my tits. As he started licking the nipples, I felt his cock raising against my tummy and hardening. Oh, the incredible resilience of the youth, I marveled, as my hand went to it and started massaging it tenderly. I took a pleasure in comparing this young cock with my husband's. My hubby was well endowed and there was no problem with his size. Mohan's is about an inch longer, slightly thinner and a little more curved. It is shapely, less dark, he had less pubic hair that was satin smooth. But how can my hubby's ever compete with Mohan's in performance! This young stud wouldn't let me go at all! Even as these thoughts occurred to me, his now rigid cock started poking at my tummy insistently. I rested on my back again and pulled him up on top of me, opening my legs wide for him. Mohan was eager to plunge his hard cock deep into me in one stroke. My hand held it in my firm grip and I guided him into my wet, hungry pussy, savoring the smooth glide of the hard tool, a little at a time. "I want you to fuck me slowly with shorter strokes at first, Baby. Aunt's pussy wants you in her for longer this time. That would set me on fire for hard fucking later on." I marveled at my own uninhibited language and expressions now. Mohan was a good learner. He started fucking me with short strokes using only about half of his seven inch cock and almost pulling out at each stroke. He slowed down his strokes so much that it almost became an unbearable tease. I could feel the fires spreading. "You are teasing me now, Baby. Don't tease your hungry aunty. Give more of your cock to my pussy and do it faster, my stud." Was that me speaking, really? "Enough talk, let me fuck my own way now. You just take whatever I give now, aunty," he was asserting himself now. He started fucking me in right earnest and I could feel his cock going deep into me. I raised my ass and countered his thrusts to get him even deeper into me. Then his hands grabbed my ass and he started doing that wonderful massage of my ass hole again and arousing us both further. He was relentless and his cock felt like a reamer in my cunt and depths. His tongue found, licked my throat and his teeth nibbled. I was on fire now and nearing my climax. "Cum deep in me baby, I am hungry for your hot sperm, I want it to go right into my womb and make a baby." I felt him jerk at my words as if charged. He now stroked even harder than before and deeper, as if possessed. "Yes, my darling! Cum hard and deep into your aunt and father her baby. Aunty wants your baby. You are my husband now and I want you to father my child, my stud," I was incoherent and blabbering, voice thick with passion. Mohan shot his load deep into my cunt with hot jet. I actually felt his semen going deeper and deeper into me. I wickedly compared this copious flow with the small trickle that my pathetic husband managed. I felt at that moment that my prayers were heard and I would have my baby soon. All thoughts left me as I started accelerating downhill. My body felt weightless as the speed picked up at tremendous acceleration and I hurtled down and down crying and shrieking...was it terror or was it joy or pure pleasure? I lost all my senses in the most mammoth orgasm I ever had in my life. I woke up much later to find myself lying on my side and Mohan's arms around me. He was asleep and his face had a sated look. His right leg was over my flank and I was greeted by the most incredible sight. His half limp cock was still inside me partly and on my thighs was the thin trickle of overflowing juices- a mix of his and mine. I put a finger at the spot where his cock and my cunt joined and wet it. When I put that finger in my mouth and licked it, it tasted salty and tangy. I licked it clean with an abundance of love. Day Four – Wednesday Mohan's narrative Last night was the most incredible night of my life so far. We fucked thrice; the last time was in the early hours of this morning. Each time it got better and brought more pleasure. Sumana aunty was such a wonderful revelation; I never imagined she was so erotic deep within! She woke me up at 6-30am and I was very reluctant to wake up. "Come on! We have to move my cot back to my room and everything should be normal. We don't want the servant maid to know, do we?" she winked at me. So we shifted her cot back to her room and rearranged everything. Aunty asked me to get ready and go to work. I mumbled something about reporting sick and went back to bed. I woke up a couple of hours later and had a hearty breakfast. I called up my office and told them I was down with fever and cold and reported sick. I noticed that the maid was at work so I went back to my room and shaved and showered. By then the maid had finished her work and left and I went down to look for aunty. I found her in the kitchen. She was cooking our lunch. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she was fresh as a daisy. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind, inhaling her scent with a deep breath. She turned her face to me and I kissed her sweet lips. "So you bunked work, naughty boy? What is your problem?" she asked in mock anger. "I have a fever and cold, that is what I told my office." I replied. "A pack of lies and aunty is going to punish you for that." She threatened. I turned her to me and tried to rub myself against her crotch. She pushed me away and spanked me playfully on my bottom. "Let me finish cooking. I will come and join you. Go now, Baby," she pleaded. I went to the living room and sat in front of the TV watching a news channel. I dozed off, mostly due to inaction. She woke me up about half an hour later and we went upstairs. When I walked towards my room she stopped me. Holding my hand in hers she walked us to the master bed room. Once in, we coupled the two single beds and made it into one double bed. "From now on we are a husband and wife, Mohan. We will fuck in my bed and you will take me as your wife. You will impregnate me and father my child." She made that little speech with a lot of passion that scared me a bit. But I nodded my head in agreement. "Let us fuck in different ways, Baby. I have many unfulfilled fantasies and you, my beloved lover, will fulfill all of them." I was excited by the prospect of taking her in different ways. She pulled out a book from her wardrobe – it was "Kamasutra by Vatsayana" (an epic in erotica). She showed me some marked pages and the relevant postures. I never cared much for that book until then. We undressed in a hurry and embraced each other tightly. Her perky tits squashed against my chest and her hard nipples aroused my lust. As I made to push her down, she said, "You lie down." I obeyed. When I lay flat on my back, she sat by my side and held my lengthening dick in her soft hands. Cupping my balls with her right hand, she started stroking my penis with her left palm gripping it. My dick sprang to its full hardened length in just a few seconds. "I love your dick and I am going to give it a nice gift," so saying she brought her lips close to my cock. Her tongue darted out and gave a quick lick to the pink helmet. My dick danced with joy. Slowly she clamped her lips on the crown and sucked noisily. I shook with intense pleasure as she took more of my cock into her small, hot, soft mouth. She sucked my cock as if she was sucking a lollypop. Though a couple of girls did suck my cock earlier; that was always a hurried, rushed and inexperienced job nowhere near this. I was afraid that I would blow soon. After a couple of minutes of intense sucking she took her mouth away. She now sat on top of me positioning her ass and hips just over my flagpole like cock. Maneuvering her bottom deftly, she slid my saliva coated cock a little at a time into her wet, open pussy. And then, my dick was buried deep in her. My cock never had it so good! I expected her to slide up and down furiously but she just stayed put. I was perplexed. After a full minute, when her cunt had obviously adjusted to my length and girth, she made a rotary movement with her hips as if stirring her vulva with my cock. I felt a hither to unknown pleasure as my crown rubbed the soft and churning interior and the side walls. Then Sumana started a slow up and down movement, simultaneously. She was now totally in control. I was so excited by what she was doing that I was on the verge of coming. But she would always stop at the last moment and I manage to stop just short. "Please, Sumana, let me cum now, I can't wait any more," I pleaded with her. "Wait Baby, just wait, we are almost there, aunty will take you there, my love, just hold on," she crooned. Suddenly she started moving up and down the length of my shaft at a great speed and started shrieking. The agitation of her cunt transmitted to my cock and I started raising my ass in counter thrusting. "Yes, come on baby, come on, fuck me good, fuck your aunty good," she was shouting now. Then we climaxed and the dam burst. Holding me tight to her, she quickly rolled and reversed our positions, so that I was on top of her again, deeply buried inside her and ejaculating all my cum into her. "Why?" I asked perplexed. "So that all your cum stays inside and fills your aunty to the brim, Baby," She whispered. Oh, I thought, what a sweet thought! I was full of puppy love for my aunty again. We had lunch a little later. We were famished after all the exertions of last night and that morning and ate well. After cleaning up we sat together on the couch with TV on a very low volume. I slid into a horizontal position resting my head in her lap. Her fingers played with my hair and it felt so heavenly. "Marry me Sumana," I said, half in jest. "Didn't I do that already, my stud?" she asked me smiling. We tried another position in the afternoon. Sumana sat on the edge of the dining table. I gently pushed her back so that her back now rested on the table with her legs dangling. Her head rested on a pillow and her back on another pillow. I stood in front of her legs with my erect cock and slowly rubbed her pussy with the tip. Holding her flanks in my hands we maneuvered such that my helmet was knocking at her cunt lips. As I rubbed my tip along the wet pink slit, she moaned. I slid one hand under her and my fingers closed in on the control switch at her ass hole. As I tickled and massaged her rose bud, she literally shook with spasms of desire and her nether lips quivered. I just let a few centimeters of my cock into her churning vulva and stopped. "Push it deep into me, Baby, please," she pleaded. I wanted to have my revenge now and tease her. I would push a little and stop. Then I would pull out, almost completely. She would moan in frustration. After a few minutes of this play, I pushed my hard and vibrating cock deep into her and started a double action fuck. While I moved my cock in and out, my hands on her flanks moved her in tandem. So, in effect, both of us were moving and I felt that was a pretty hot way of fucking. Soon we climaxed real big on that dining table. We adjourned to the Master Bedroom. It was a hot day and she switched on the AC. Our bodies felt sated for the time being and we were happy as we lay together in a loose hug and chit chatted. "So, how do you like making love to your aunty, Mohan?" She asked in earnest, I thought. "Awesome, honestly I never thought it would be this great. You are simply divine, aunty!" I gushed. "You are very good too, my love, very understanding and a quick learner too," she smiled. "Will you let me fuck you even after uncle returns, aunty?" I asked the question that was nagging me all the time. "Yes, my dear. But we have to be very careful and discrete so that we are not caught. Promise me that you will never discuss our affair with anyone, Mohan." Her tone was serious. "I promise," I said solemnly. That evening we both relaxed with some wine while she made her call to uncle. I took a delight in fondling her tits and ass as she spoke to uncle. She kept trying to push my hands away without much success. After the call she shouted at me in mock anger. "What came over you, Mohan?" "I was getting a lot of excitement by fondling the wife who was talking to her husband." "You are a perverted bastard but don't ever try it when he is around. He would kill you." She sounded quite miffed and I apologized. "You are still a kid, sometimes," she said, smiling. After dinner we fucked once again in a long and delightful session at the end of which, Sumana claimed that I filled her to the brim and she can't take in anymore that night. Next day I went to work, reluctantly though. That night we fucked in the master bed room and slept there in each other's arms and fully spent. Uncle returned on Friday night. On Saturday aunty did her pooja as usual. When we were alone, I asked her what she prayed for now and why did she need to continue the pooja. Her answer was a quite testimony to her faith and beliefs. "Mohan, everything is ordained by the Almighty. It was his wish that we meet and become one. He had granted my wish and soon I will bear a child. You will see. My pooja will continue for his blessings, forever." At that moment I saw my aunt as an Angel. After about six weeks, at work, one day, I received a message from aunty on my mobile. "Delighted that I am BLESSED" I never felt happier in my life. "I SHARE your delight" was my reply. ***************************** Hope you have liked this story. Please vote for the story. Please offer your comments here or through feedback. They keep me writing. Thank You My Aunt...My First Love! The following is a true story. I am 79 years old now and recounting this, as best I can recall the details, for the first time. The year was 1949 and it was Thanksgiving time. I had just begun my senior year at a military prep school in Indiana. I had turned 18 in March of that year. Although this story describes acts of sex with my Aunt, I prefer to think of it as a time when I first discovered real love. Aunt Jane was a true Southern Lady! She was raised in a socially prominent well-to-do family in Louisville, KY. She was a gorgeous woman: short auburn hair, 5'7" tall with a beautiful figure...the result of years of tennis, golf, horse back riding and swimming. Her smile was radiant and her eyes sparkled with an enthusiasm for life. Her voice was soft and melodic with a southern drawl that was delightful. Six years earlier her daughter had died after a long bout with cancer. Now another tragic event in her life was taking place. Her husband (my Dad's brother) left her,six months earlier,for a much younger woman. (The SOB!!!) A well respected corporate attorney, he had at least left her in good shape financially! After 35 years of marriage she was devastated. She was 56. My Mom asked me to spend the long Thanksgiving weekend with her and try and be helpful, Although I hadn't seen her in 4 years she had always been my favorite Aunt. Her sweet smile, gentle southern drawl and generous and loving hugs had always been a hit with me. I had last seen her at a rented cottage on Cape Cod when I was just 14. I left school on Wednesday morning and, after an agonizing 7 hour bus trip, she picked me up in down town Cincinnati. The first thing I noticed was that she was pale and had lost some weight. The pending divorce was taking its toll. We exchanged pleasantries and she gave me one of her famous hugs exclaiming how much I had grown (I was 6'3" when I was 14 but was skinny; I had filled out to a healthy 200 pounds when I met her) and how handsome I looked in my military uniform. Our one hour drive to her beautiful home in the gently rolling hills just north of the city was pleasant but somewhat subdued. Luckily she had been able to stay in her home which was on a 10 acre site complete with a small horse barn (she had sold her 2 mares 5 years earlier) and a large swimming pool. The house was very nice and I later learned it had 4 bedrooms, 4 1/2 baths a study and 2 fireplaces!! After a pleasant, and somewhat relaxed, dinner she excused herself to clean up the kitchen. As she stood over the sink I could hear her quietly sobbing and saw that her shoulders shaking. I walked up behind her and hugged her tightly from behind... my arms encircling her waist. She stiffened momentarily but then relaxed. She turned around throwing her arms around my neck and said, “Oh thank you Teddy for being so understanding.” As she looked into my eyes with that soulful look I bent over and kissed her. She started to return my kiss but then abruptly pulled away saying, in a cross tone, “Stop it Teddy…this isn’t right...I’m your Aunt!” I was mortified thinking what a jackass I was. The rest of the evening was somewhat strained and I finally retreated to my bed. About an hour later there was a soft knock at my door. Aunt Jane came in dressed in a floor length quilted robe which zipped up the front. She came to my bedside and sat on the edge. Holding my hand she said, "Teddy, forgive me for being so nasty to you earlier. It was an emotional moment for both of us and I know you meant no harm. I know you are here to try and comfort me and I am so glad to have you here in my home." I almost whispered again how sorry I was and she just gave me a sweet smile, a kiss on the forehead and left my room. I spent a restless night dreaming about her. I was tired and slept in Thanksgiving morning, finally appearing in the kitchen about 10. Aunt Jane was bustling around in her colorful multi colored house robe and slippers and seemed to be in an up beat mood! She smiled broadly at me and gave me a generous hug! I felt a twinge of excitement as her body pressed against mine. She asked me to sit while she fixed pancakes and bacon for breakfast! She suggested I eat a large breakfast, explaining we were joining two other couples for Thanksgiving dinner at her club at 4 that afternoon. After breakfast she asked if I'd like to look at some family photo albums with her. I readily agreed and we sat together on the couch looking at old photos. We laughed as we looked at how skinny I was on Cape Cod and she blushed deeply when I said how gorgeous she looked in her well fitting one piece bathing suit! Periodically she would reach her arm and hand across my chest to look closer at a photo and I was aware of the same feeling of excitement I had felt earlier as her breast pushed against my arm. The light flowery scent of her perfume added to the feelings I had. I also noticed a change in her demeanor! She acted like the Aunt Jane who had charmed me when I was just a lad! She was smiling....her attitude was buoyant and almost flirtatious at times. I decided this wasn't going to be that bad a weekend after all. Aunt Jane asked me to drive her (it was a brand new Buick Roadmaster!!) and what a thrill to drive a new luxury car. I had dressed in my dress uniform and she said I looked like a General and reached across the bench seat to pinch my arm! She had on a turquoise knit dress that fit her like a glove and showed off her gorgeous bust line! I told her she looked like a movie star and she giggled and patted my leg and smiled! I felt like melting!!! Dinner with her and her friends was pleasant. They treated me like some sort of King commenting on my uniform and asking what rank (Cadet Captain.....company "A" Commander) I held. The club house dining room was just off the dance floor where some kind of function was being held. Aunt Jane said, "Mister I understand you have become a great dancer and I want to find out first hand." Not wanting to miss a chance to hold her in my arms, I readily agreed! The first number we danced to was a slow fox trot and she melted into my arms as we moved around the floor. Her cheek next to mine and her breasts pushed tightly against my chest caused a major arousal. At one point she whispered in my ear, "Teddy, dancing with you is soooo nice....I am having a lovely time." Of course they wouldn't let me out of there without dancing with the other 2 ladies in the party. While dancing with one of them, she remarked that she hadn't seen Jane this happy in a long time. "I am not sure what you are doing but she is certainly reacting." With that she held me tight around the neck and pressed me close, her breasts pushing against my chest. I thought of my desire to make out with my Mom's best friend back home and this re-enforced the idea that I really did like older women. The weather had turned colder by the time we left for home that evening about 8 and I was anxious to get home before any bad weather set it. As we drove Aunt Jane slid across the bench seat, putting her arm through mine and resting her head on my shoulder. She thanked me for spending the day with her and her friends. I patted her leg just above her knee and felt a slight shudder. I think the busy day and several glasses of wine tired her and she soon dozed off! When we pulled into the long curvy drive way, Jane began to wake up. She was groggy as I helped her out of the car and we walked arm in arm into the house. By this time it was 9 PM and she remarked that she would like to take a hot bath and retire early. 45 minutes later she came into the living room and said goodnight. "Thanks for a wonderful day my sweet nephew" she said as she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and disappeared into her bedroom. The next morning at breakfast she told me she wanted to hit the big sales at a large shopping mall just across the Ohio River in Kentucky. She suggested I might rather relax at home than go shopping but I told her I would like to spend the day with her. She broke into a big grin and said, "What a sweet boy you are Teddy!" I grimaced when she said that and she said, "Honey, I am so sorry; after all you are a man now!! And I think I should call you Ted and I want you to call me Jane!" I smiled my gratitude!! It was a 2 hour drive to our destination and on the way Jane began to fill in some details about her life that I was not aware of. She met my uncle while they were both undergraduates at the University of Kentucky. Soon after graduation they married and moved to New Haven, CT while he pursued his law degree at Yale. She put him though school by working as a secretary. My cousin, Beth, was born a year or so later when they moved Cincinnati. He joined a small firm, helped it grow into a well respected larger firm and eventually became senior partner. During the next 15 years or so she kept busy raising her child as her husband became more and more distant. As she talked she seemed to be reluctant to continue. I asked if she had any REALLY good friends she could confide in. She told me her daughter was close but since she had died she had no one to talk to. I told her I wanted to be her best friend and confidante if she wanted me to. Reaching across the seat, she squeezed my arm and whispered, "You are so sweet Ted...thank you." I told her I wanted to ask a personal question but wasn't sure I should. She told me to ask anything I wanted to. I screwed up my nerve, gulped and asked, "How was your sex life with Uncle Jim?" She blushed a deep red....hesitated a moment and said, "it was abysmal" It seems he didn't enjoy sex all that much (at least with her!), that their times together were boring and infrequent. With that she clammed up for 10 minutes. I was highly embarrassed. Happily we soon arrived at the mall. The next few hours were tough on me; after all, what 18 year old guy wants to spend the day shopping??? (I must admit I DID enjoy the 30 minutes we spent in the lingerie dept of one store! While there I asked her if she needed help trying on a bra! With a BIG grin on her face she said, "Shhhhh....you naughty boy....the sales clerk will hear you!!") But I knew she was glad to have my company and she was relaxed and smiling as we walked around the mall...all the time visiting. And I loved having her hand either hanging onto my arm or our hands occasionally brushing against the others. On the way home she told me she was tired and I suggested she lie down with her head on my lap. She got a lap robe from the back seat and proceeded to make herself comfortable. I was happy the robe was between my groin area and her head as the time spent looking at panties and bras got me a wee bit worked up!! We stopped for an early supper at a diner and while sitting there she said "You really enjoy looking at my neck line don't you!" I responded, "I'd be less of a man if your beautiful cleavage didn't attract me" She gave me one of those beautiful blushes, kissed her fingertips and then placed them on my lips!! By the time we got home the temperature had dropped and it began to snow lightly. I carried the packages in for her and she asked me to set a fire in the study and get out some floor pillows from the adjoining utility room while she changed into "something more comfortable." I got out some well seasoned cherry, apple and hickory logs and soon had a nice blaze going. The smell of the burning wood and the glow and sparkling embers made for what would prove to be an exciting and sensual evening. A short time later, Jane entered the room looking ravishing in a long white silk gown with a sash tied around her waist. That accented her small waist line and gorgeous figure....she was 38D-28-36. I was sitting on one of the floor pillows and my jaw must have dropped a foot when Jane said, "I'm glad you like me in it...I saw it in the store today and I thought you might enjoy seeing me in it!" I said. "Jane you look fabulous........just beautiful!" "I bought something else I thought you might like too!" she said. With that she took off her robe to reveal a short (just above the knee) light yellow very sheer night gown with spaghetti straps. I sat there awe struck......absolutely mesmerized by the beautiful and sexy woman standing just a few feet away. The nightie left nothing to the imagination; every curve of her body was clearly outlined! Her full breasts poked against the soft material showing off her aureoles and nipples. Just below her flat belly a large patch of dark brown pubic hair covered her mound. I stood and we walked into each others arms!! We began kissing in the most passionate way...our tongues hungrily meshed together as we devoured each other. I reached up under her nightie and began to massage her buttocks and then moved up to her belly and then to her breasts. She began to moan softly while stroking my head and back. After several minutes she pushed me away and said very softly, "Let me help you take your clothes off." With that she unbuttoned my shirt and took my belt off. As she lowered my pants my erection sprung loose and she let out a little gasp at how big (8 inches) I was. She then quickly removed her nightie and, again, I was stunned at her beautiful body. 56 years old and and the body of a 25 year old! Together we slid down on the pillows and resumed our hot kissing and touching. She began to stroke me as I played with her nipple with one hand while the other hand reached down between her legs. I gently began to explore her slit...and finally put a finger in her. She was tight and I could feel her jerk a bit as I did so. So I withdrew it and asked is she was OK. She said it had been 2 years since she had made love. "Just be slow and gentle Ted." We lay in each others arms for 30 minutes or so just feeling close and being intimate with our kissing. The fire burned hot and bright and provided the only light in the room. The shadows cast off by the fire bounded eerily off our nude bodies and added to the feeling of sensuality! At one point Jane became a little more emotional and she began to sob softly into my chest. I held her even more tightly and she apologized for breaking down saying, "Ted I have never been with anyone other than your uncle and I am just not used to this. And I have never felt more loved than I do right now." I told her it was a first for me too......and was glad she knew I loved her. She responded by whispering in my ear, "Teddy I want to feel you inside of me." Then she rolled over on her back...put her knees up and spread her legs. I mounted her and let her hand guide me into her waiting slit. Then I took over just wiggling the head in her vaginal lips until she was comfortable with the feeling. I began to slowly slip deeper and deeper in her.......first pushing inside and then pulling out. As I began to go deeper I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my cock. I finally reached bottom and then we both began to rock rhythmically in unison. Then it happened..what I feared would...my excitement caused me to explode within her. I was disappointed at my inability to control my passion without giving her the chance to have her own orgasm. But she just groaned with pleasure and held me close and nibbled on my ear. As we just lay there for the next 20 minutes or so, we whispered our love for each other. I asked why sex with her husband was boring. She told me that there was virtually no foreplay, no romance and always the same; nothing new and exciting, 10 minutes at most and roll off and to sleep!! I said I was an inexperienced lover but would welcome the idea of trying new positions and new places to be together. She said, "Ted you're a breath of fresh air....I'd love to explore different ways of making love with you!" Youth is wonderful! After 20 minutes or so of cuddling, my erection sprung back to attention!! I rolled my lover over so she straddled my lap. As she sat there...my hardened penis resting comfortably in her crotch....I marveled at the fullness and beauty of her breasts...her pink nipples topped off by her quarter-sized pinkish-brown aureoles. As I reached up to gently fondle her breasts, her hands stroked my erection. And when I moved my hand down between her legs, I loved feeling how baby-soft her full bush felt. And I loved the way Jane smiled down at me.......obviously enjoying a new and fresh experience. My hands grasped her hips and lifted her torso slightly so I could lower her waiting slit over my now-throbbing cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto me and we both looked down and watched as my 8 inches descended deep within the confines of her love canal. The warmth and wetness of her vaginal walls gave me a heightened sense of emotional and sexual satisfaction. The tightness I had experienced earlier was gone and now it was like a piston moving smoothly in its chamber as we thrust against each other. As we pumped harder and harder the moans and grunts from both of us increased in both volume and intensity! Finally she stopped her movement.........leaned forward and kissed me passionately and then her body shuddered. "Oh my God" she screamed......."Oh Teddy.......ohhhhhhhhhhh.........godddddddd.........!!" Jane collapsed on me..and as I had reached my own climax.....we both were exhausted. I stayed in her for a few more minutes and finally she rolled off me and we cuddled with her back to me, my now flaccid penis resting comfortably in her crack, my hand lightly feeling her sopping bush! We snuggled even closer and dozed off together! I am not sure how long we slept, but the fire had died down quite a bit and we both awakened shivering from the chill in the room. We both giggled as as fled up to her bedroom to seek the warmth of her bed. Her naked body felt so good in my arms as we resumed our hot kissing.......our tongues seemed to take on a new urgency in the way we kissed.....and my erection needed some attention. Now, instead of making love, lust took over as I mounted her again and thrust my rock hard member deep into her waiting tunnel of love. We screamed with our need for each other as I pounded into her rapidly with great force....her fingers dug into my buttocks as she tried to pull me even closer. Our passion mounted as evindenced by our moaning and groaning as we furiously fucked each other! Suddendly the moans gave away to screams as we climaxed simultaneously. Needless to say, we slept soundly....that is until 4 am when I felt her lips kissing my my neck. Although somewat groggy, I welcomed the opportunity of making love again!! We finallly slept for a bit and when I awoke about 9:30, she was not in bed. I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I walked in to find her in her brand new glassed-in over-sized shower. What a gorgeous sight...my beautiful and sexy lover standing under a hot shower lathering her sumptious body with soap! I wasted no time in opening the shower door and joining her. Our lips quickly became engaged and we held each other thightly enjoying the hot water cascading over our nude bodies. As I pushed her so her back was against the shower wall, my hand reached down so I could finger her waiting twat!!! While kissing deeply she began jacking me off....her slippery soap-filled hand driving me to new heights excitment. It didn't take me long to release my pent-up spunk and my knees weakened as I came. When we emerged from the shower and towelled each other off, we threw on our robes and went to kitchen for a much needed bite to eat! We hated to waste time filling our stomachs though as we were anxious to experiment with different sexual positions! We had discussed things we wanted to try like anal and oral. Anal did not seem to be of interest to either but oral sounded exciting!