How I Spent My Summer Vacation

I couldn't help but push my hips up a little, lifting my ass up off the bed, and hissing as my twenty seven year old aunt began stroking my hard cock.
I had just turned thirteen two months ago, and I had been fantasizing about sex, and masturbating constantly, but I had never imagined that something like this could happen.
“Do you like that Bobby?” she asked coyly. “Does that feel good sweetheart?”
I could only nod dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I panted, and watched my sexy aunt Glenda jacking me off.

It all started the day I got out of school for the summer, and came home to find my parents hovering around the computer, and talking excitedly.
“That's a really great deal.” my dad said.

“For a month cruising around the Caribbean of one of the nicest ships around? That's a great fucking deal.” She insisted, and when I realized what they were talking about I started getting excited too.

“No way!” I blurted out, dropping my book bag on the floor. “We're going on a cruise?”

My parents looked at each other, and an awkward silence descended on us.
Finally my father crossed the room, and placing a hand firmly on my shoulder he said, “Well actually son, your mother, and I are going on a cruise. You get to stay with your aunt Glenda for a month, now doesn't that sound like fun?”

I couldn't believe it.
My jaw dropped open, and I didn't even hear half of what dad was saying as he tried to explain to me that they needed some time alone as a couple, and blah, blah, blah.
The only thing that I could hear was, “You're being left out, tough break kid.”
“I can't believe you guys!” I exclaimed, and ran to my room, slamming my door, and throwing myself onto my bed.
I was so mad that I actually cried into my pillow, punching my bed.
This was such bullshit.

My mother waited a good hour before she knocked on my door calling, “Bobby?”

I wanted to just yell, “GO AWAY!”, but instead I sighed, and said, “Come in.”

She came in, and sat on the edge of my bed.
I was laying on my stomach, and wouldn't even look at her.
She sighed heavily, and said, “I'm sorry honey. I understand why you're angry, but please try to understand where your father, and I are coming from.”
I turned, and glared at her, but she went on. “We haven't gotten to spend a lot of time alone together since you were born, and well, you're becoming a man now, and you need to learn how to get along without us.”
She placed her hand on my back, rubbing me tenderly, and my glare instantly lost a lot of it's venom.
I knew in my heart that mom would never do anything to deliberately hurt me, and maybe I was being a little immature about this, but damn, a cruise really sounded like a lot of fun, and I just hated feeling like a third wheel in their lives.
To her credit mom was not only sensitive to this, but even sympathetic to the point that she said, “If it really bothers you that much we can skip the cruise, and do something together.”

I suddenly felt like a big jerk.
Mom, and dad had always been there for me, and I was acting like a spoiled brat.
As I looked at my mother's face, noting her genuine concern for my feelings, I realized that she was right, I was becoming a man, and maybe it was time I started acting like one.
“I'm sorry mom.” I said, tearing up a little. “You, and dad deserve a break. I'm just being selfish.”

She smiled broadly, leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek saying, “That's my man. I'm really proud of you, and besides I think you'll have fun at aunt Glenda's. She has a pool you know, and she's really looking forward to seeing you.”

I hadn't seen my auntie in five years since she'd moved to another town because of her job.
I used to have the biggest crush on her, and I remembered her doting over me like I was her own child.
She would hug, and kiss on me all the time, and tell me what a handsome boy I was, and in fact I remember her once looking at me, and saying, “Look at those pretty blue eyes. You're gonna be a little lady killer.”
She would always make me blush, and feel embarrassed, but I loved the attention, and I thought my auntie was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Maybe mom was right, and I would have a good time at aunt Glenda's.
At the time I couldn't even have imagined exactly how good a time I was in for, or I would have been begging to go to aunt Glenda's.

We all spent the next two days packing for our respective trips, and I called Judy to tell her that I wouldn't be around for a month which she wasn't real happy about.
We had been friends since we were kids, but now that we were growing up our relationship had been taking an interesting new turn.
We'd both started to really notice each other, and although we hadn't kissed, or anything yet, we both knew that it was only a matter of time.
The day I was to leave mom called me to the door with, “Judy's here to see you.”

When I got to the door she was wearing a little yellow sun-dress, and she was looking at her feet, seeming really sad.
Suddenly I really didn't want to go.
“So I guess you're gonna be gone for awhile.” she said meekly.

“Only for a month,” I reassured her. “and then I'll be back, and we can spend the rest of the summer together. I promise.”

She smiled shyly, and blushed a little before saying, “Don't forget me.”
Then she quickly stepped up to me, kissed me right on the mouth, turned, and run off giggling.
It really caught me off guard, and as I watched her run down the street I felt more excited, and sad than I think I'd ever felt before.
I wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and there was no way that I would be doing that at aunt Glenda's.
It really made me feel kind of depressed that I wouldn't be able to see her for a whole month, but the die was cast, and I would just have to suck it up, and try to enjoy myself anyway.

It took about two hours to drive to aunt Glenda's, and mom, and I didn't say much all the way there.
I think she knew how much I was going to miss Judy, and it was hard for me not to appreciate what a great mom she was for letting me sulk a little about a separation that seemed like a long time for a thirteen year old.
When we finally pulled into the driveway she turned to me, and said, “Come on Bobby, don't look so glum. You don't want your auntie to think that you're not glad to see her, do you?”
Then she grasped my chin, pointing my face towards hers, and continued with, “Now let's see that smile. You'll see, it won't be so bad.”
I smiled at her weakly, and she said, “That's my boy.” as she opened the car door, exited, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell.
I got my suitcase out of the car, and joined her on the porch just as my aunt opened the door.

“Hey Helen.” she gushed, rushing forward, and embracing my my mom.
They kissed each other on the cheek, and mom said, “High Glenda, how's my favorite sister?” and they both laughed at mom's little joke.
Glenda was her only sister.

“I'm good,” she replied, and then eying me dubiously she asked, “But does your husband know that you're running around with such a hot little stud?”

“High aunt Glenda.” I giggled, my cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment as I suddenly remembered why I'd had such a big crush on her.
Not only was she always building up my self-esteem, but she was drop dead gorgeous, and let's not mince words, she was built like a brick shit house.
Looking at the two of them together it was obvious that they were sisters, and although I could appreciate that my mom was a good looking woman in her own right, my auntie was a knock out.

She was wearing a skimpy little bikini, and as she joked, “Oh my goodness, is that my little Bobby?” releasing my mom, and pulling me toward her. “Give your auntie a hug boy.”
She embraced me, giving me a tight squeeze, and I have to admit that when I felt her full, firm breasts press up against me, I got a half a stock.
She gave me a little peck on the mouth, and said, “Why don't you take your suitcase into the guest bedroom, and change into your swim trunks. We're having a little pool party to welcome you.”
As I picked up my bag, and walked into the house she instructed, “It's the second door on the left sweetie.”

I soon as I got into the room I threw my suit case on the bed, opened it up, and fished out my swim trunks.
The bathroom was right next to me so I dipped in there to change.
As I began stripping I couldn't get aunt Glenda's sexy body out of my head, and by the time I got my clothes off I was standing there with a raging hard on.
There was no way I was walking out to the pool like this so a grasped a hold of my hard shaft, and stated stroking it.
I thought about sucking on my aunts beautiful tits, as she jacked me off, and then I imagined her wrapping her thick, luscious lips around the head of my cock, and sucking me off.
I knew that I shouldn't be thinking about my aunt this way, but she was just so fucking hot that I couldn't help it.
Not wanting to make a mess on the floor, I turned toward the toilet as I muttered to myself, “Oh yes auntie Glenda. Suck my cock.”
I felt my balls draw up, and as my cum began squirting out I imagined pulling out of her mouth, and covering my aunts beautiful face with my spunk.
“Uuuugghh, uuugghh, uuugghh.” grunted quietly to myself as I drained my cock of sperm, the image in my head of auntie Glenda licking my cum from her lips making me have to lean up against the wall for support as my orgasm finished off.

I stood there for I moment, panting a little as my head spun at how intense that had been.
Although I had been jacking off since I was nine, I had only started ejaculating last year, and it really surprised me the first time, but not nearly as surprised as I was right now.
I'd never had an orgasm like this before, and I suddenly wondered what it would be like when I finally had sex.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and my aunt's lilting voice followed, “Are you okay in there bobby honey?”

“Yeah, sure,” I called back, flushing my load down the toilet. “I just had to pee.”

“Well hurry up, and join us at the pool.” she sang sweetly. “Everybody wants to meet you.”

I quickly got my swim trunks on, and by the time I was ready to head out to the pool my dick wasn't hard anymore so I didn't have that to worry about, but who was “everybody” that wanted to meet me?
I got out to the patio where the pool was in the back yard, and my aunt started introducing me to her neighbors with more than a little bit of pride in her voice.
There were a few women, and a couple of men, but mostly kids swimming in the pool.
Apparently there were a lot of families living in aunt Glenda's sub-division, and she had invited some kids my own age over to make me feel more comfortable.
As I met, and chatted a bit with the adults I causally checked out the pool.
There were about ten other kids there, ranging in age from ten to fifteen I found out later, but it didn't take me long to notice that other than two other boys I was it, all the rest of the kids were girls, and not just girls, cute girls.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Eight girls in bikinis splashing around in the pool, or lounging next to it, some of them even had boobs,
and I don't mean little mosquito bites either, I mean nice sized tits, but even the one's that didn't have breasts to speak of had cute asses, and the all had pretty faces.
Had my aunt done this on purpose? Was she trying to hook me up.
Almost as if to answer my question auntie Glenda said, “I'm sure you don't want to stand here talking to a bunch of boring old adults. Why don't you introduce yourself to the other kids.”

“Okay.” I said, grinning broadly, and heading toward the pool.

My aunt Glenda walked part way with me, leaned down kissed me on the cheek, and then whispered, “Go get 'em tiger.” patting me on the butt.
I looked at her, my jaw dropping a little, and she gave me a wink, before turning around to rejoin her friends.
Right there my auntie Glenda went from really cool to totally awesome!
I mean how many aunts would invite over a bunch of fine girls for their nephew to meet?

They all knew my name already, of course, and they were all really friendly as well.
They had all been living in this neighborhood for a long time, and knew each other well, so being I guy they'd never met before got all the girls interested.
In fact before long they were competing for my attention, and I was loving it.

Auntie Glenda grilled up some hamburgers, and hot-dogs, and laid out some beans, and potato salad, and stuff calling us all over the the big picnic table on her porch with, “Come on kids, I told your parents Id feed you, so eat up.”

The girls almost got into a little scuffle over who was going to sit next to me, and I have to say that I felt like a celebrity, but he older girls let in be known that they were in charge, so I had fifteen year old Trina with the big tits on one side of me, and fourteen year old Chrissy with the fine ass on the other side of me.
They were all trying to get me to make plans with them.
“You want to go ride bikes some time?” one would ask, and then another would pipe up with, “If you want to go to the movies my dad could drive us.”, or “We should go skating some time.”
I could already tell that these girls were going to be keeping me busy, but I wasn't sure which one I should thinking about kissing, maybe none of them, after all I did have Judy waiting for me at home, but on the other hand a lot could happen in a month.
I decided it was best to just go with the Vegas approach.
Whatever happens at aunt Glenda's, stays at aunt Glenda's.

After we ate, and stuff the other kids started heading home two, and three at a time, and each girl made sure that I had her cell number before she left, pretty soon I noticed that there was only one girl left.
She was sitting on the porch swing, her blue eyes shimmering in the twilight under her mop on short, dirty blond hair.
She looked to be about twelve, and her breasts were just starting to bud beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top.
“Don't you have to go home too?” I asked, casually tapping her bare foot with mine.

“No, well, I mean, I just live next door so...” she trailed off, looking down, and blushing a little.
She had caught my eye earlier by being the only girl not fighting for my attention.
I had took that to mean that she wasn't interested, but now I realized that she was just shy, and maybe a little calculating as well.
She must've known that the other girls would be going home before dark, and that she'd have her chance then.
I suddenly felt myself irresistibly drawn to her, so I sat down next to her on the swing, so close that our legs were touching, and I felt a little shiver of electricity run through me as our skin met.

“Charlie? That's your name isn't it?” I asked, attempting to hid my excitement at being so close to such a pretty girl.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, blushing a little redder. “It's short for Charlene.”

I had always been kind of shy around girls, especially girls as pretty as Charlie, but for some reason I suddenly felt bold.
Maybe it was the fact of being out of my element, the effect of having had all those other girls fawn over me, or Charlie's shy manner, but I felt more confident than I ever had as I reached down, and grasped her soft, delicate hand in mine, and said, “Charlene's a pretty name.” then with my other hand I gently guided her chin up so that I could gaze into her deep blue eyes as I said, “It really suits you.”

“Stop,” she giggled, turning her head away. “You're embarrassing me.”
She bit her bottom lip, and as her face flushed hot I could feel my cock swelling in my swim trucks.
She sucked in a sharp breath as I leaned in, and kissed her on the neck, and then she turned her head back to look me in the face, almost pleadingly, and I knew what she wanted.
As my lips touched hers, it was as if she suddenly exploded.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and grasped my head, running her fingers through my hair.
I released her hand, and threw my arms around her lithe little body, squeezing her tight as we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing, and playing with each other.
I don't know how long we stayed in this intense lip lock, but by the time I hard a woman's voice call over the fence, “Charlie.” it was dark.
“That's my mom.” she gasped, and then quickly disentangling herself from me she said, “I have to go.”
She run to the back gate, opened it, and then turned, and said, “Glenda let's me swim in her pool whenever I want.” smiling shyly.

“Then I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other.” I shot back, smiling broadly.

“I hope so.” she giggled, and as the gate closed behind her I sighed, thinking about the possibilities that lay ahead.
My lustful reverie was interrupted by the sound of aunt Glenda clearing her throat.
I looked up to see standing at the threshold of the sliding glass door, and my cheeks flushed hot as I wondered how long she had been standing there.

“Come on you little stud muffin,” she said with a knowing smile. “Let's get this mess cleaned up.”

We put the left over food away, and loaded up the dish washer in relative silence, my aunt asking me the occasional question, and me giving brief, polite answers, still feeling a little embarrassed at having been caught kissing Charlie.
Then we settled down to watch a movie, but I found it hard to concentrate on the film's plot.
Not only was I thinking about Charlie, but my aunt was still wearing her bikini, and although she had thrown a light wrap around skirt on, her firm, full breasts were distracting me to no end.

As the end credits rolled aunt Glenda stood up, and said, “I'm going to take a shower.” and headed off to the bathroom.
I took this opportunity to retreat to the guest bed room, stripping off my swim trucks, and slipping under the covers.
I squeezed my hard cock as visions of Charlie, and aunt Glenda danced in my head.
They were so different from each other physically, but I found them to be equally sexy to the point where it was impossible for me to decide which one of them I wanted more.
I started stroking myself as I thought about Charlie's pert little titties, and tight, sweet ass, contrasting them with aunt Glenda's ripe melons, and thick, juicy behind.
Before long I was really jacking my cock off, sliding my hand quickly up, and down my throbbing shaft as I imagined the two of them naked, and licking my stiff penis together, tongue kissing each other with the head of my dick in between them.
Suddenly there was a light rapping at the door, and aunt Glenda called, “Bobby?”

“Yes?” I answered nervously as I stopped stroking my cock, and quickly sat up, making sure that I was covered.

She entered the room wrapped in a towel, and sat on the edge of the bed, asking, “Are you going to sleep already?”

“Um, yeah.” I said nervously. “I'm kind of tired.” I lied, faking a yawn.

She eyed me dubiously, and then without warning she pulled back the blanket to reveal my hand on my hard dick.
“Well,” she said, with a voice full of humor. “I think you're going to have a hard time sleeping with that big fat hard on.”
My mouth dropped open, and as she brushed my hand aside, and began touching my cock, saying, “My how you've grown.” I was dumbfounded.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and, I couldn't help but push my hips up a little, lifting my ass up off the bed, and hissing as my aunt began stroking my hard cock.
“Do you like that Bobby?” she asked coyly. “Does that feel good sweetheart?”
I could only nod dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I panted, and watched my sexy aunt Glenda jacking me off.
Despite all of her playful flirting, and such, I had really not been expecting this, and I wasn't quite sure how to react, my penis suffered from no such doubt however, and it throbbed, leaking precum under her sensual attention.
She stood up, dropping her towel, and revealing her sexy naked body to me, and before I could even think to react to that, she sat back down on the bed, took my shaft in her hand, and then swirled her tongue over the head of my penis before taking it into her mouth, and sucking on it.

I grasped her head with both hands, burying my fingers in her thick, dark hair as I suddenly found my voice.
“Oh god aunt Glenda.” I moaned nervously. “You're sucking my cock.” as I began pushing my hips up to meet her hot, sucking mouth.
At my age any grown woman sucking my cock would have been hot, but the fact that it was my aunt, and knowing how wrong that was, seemed to make it even more intense.

She pulled her mouth off of me with a slurp, and then said with a chuckle, “Well hello Captain Obvious.” and I started to laugh too. It was, after all, kind of a silly, and redundant thing to have said, but then, she opened her hand, pressed her tongue flat against my shaft, licking slowly up to the tip before taking me back into her mouth, and really going to town on me.
So what started as a laugh became me hissing, and moaning.
The sight of my cock repeatedly disappearing into her mouth as she bobbed her head up, and down was almost as amazing as the way it felt.
Her hair was still wet from the shower, and it felt really silky in my hands as I massaged her scalp.
Auntie Glenda had skills, I mean, I'd never had a blow job before, but I couldn't imagine that it could get any better than this.
It was even better than I'd thought it would be, and as she continued to do these incredible things to me with her mouth I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Oh shit! I'm gonna cum.” I cried out, and that just seemed to drive her on.
She was pumping my shaft with her hand, and really sucking me hard.
It was almost as if she were saying, “Yes Bobby, yes! Cum in my mouth.”, and I was more than happy to compile.
As a matter of fact the way she was sucking me off I really didn't have much of a choice at this point.
As her other hand began fondling my balls I felt my cock throb, and I let out a loud grunt, squirting my thick sperm into her mouth.
“Uuughhoo, fuuuck, yeeeaahh,” I panted in ecstasy to the rhythm of my balls draining into aunt Glenda as she sucked, and swallowed my cum down like a real pro.
This was by far the most intense orgasm that I'd ever had in my life, and as it finished off I almost felt like I was dreaming.
I looked down, and met her eyes as she swallowed the last of my seed, and her beautiful face with her mouth suckling the head of my stiff penis was sexier than any porno I'd ever seen.
She pulled her mouth off of me with a slurp, and grinned up at me like the cat that swallowed the canary's cum before she began kissing her way up my chest, whispering, “Mmmm, that was yummy Bobby.”
Then she bit my bottom lip gently, pressing her hot body against me, still pumping the shaft of my cock , and then in the sultriest voice I'd ever heard she said, “Kiss me baby. Kiss me like you kissed Charlie.” and as I felt her soft lips against mine, her tongue probing my mouth, I tilted my head, kissing her back.
It was only my second real kiss ever, and although Charlie had been pretty good at it, she was an armature compared to aunt Glenda.
The way her tongue danced in my mouth, lightly, yet firmly as one hand moved up massaging the back of my neck while the other stroked my cock, her firm tits pressing against my chest was just fantastic.

Despite having just cum I was still hard as a rock, the advantage of being young I guess, but no, it wasn't just that, it was the way that aunt Glenda kissed, and caressed me.
She really made me feel like a man, and soon my hands were roaming all over her body.
Down her smooth, tan back until I had a firm, full ass cheek in each hand.
I gave them a good squeeze, swirling my tongue in her mouth, and she moaned, before breaking from our kiss, and saying, “Ooooo Bobby, you're making me all wet.”
She didn't have to tell me that, I could feel the moister as she rubbed her hot vagina against my leg.
“My pussy needs attention.” She whispered in my ear, and then rolled off of me, spreading her legs, and grasping my hand, guiding it down to her smooth, shaved labia.
It was like a shiver of electricity ran through me as she pushed my finger into wet slit.
It was so hot, and velvety smooth that it made my cock twitch, and my breathing became quick, and shallow.

“Here baby,” she cooed, suddenly lifting my hand up to my mouth, “Taste me.”
Of course I'd seen porn before, and I could certainly smell the musky oder of aunt Glenda's aroused vagina, but I'd never actually tasted a pussy before.
As she popped my finger into my mouth, I sucked her juice off, and it was like nothing I'd ever tasted.
The flavor was somewhat like the scent, musky, and slightly salty, but there was an odd sweetness to it at the same time.
It didn't take me long to conclude that it was the most amazing thing that I'd ever had in my mouth, and I wanted more.

I quickly positioned my self on top of her, and began fondling her full breasts, licking, and sucking on her hard nipples.
She squealed with delight, and then I looked up at her, and panted, “Oh god, I want to lick your pussy so bad.”

She bit her bottom lip, playing coy, and then she said in a breathy voice, “Oh yes Bobby,” burying her hands in my hair, and gently pushing me down. “Eat your auntie's pussy.”

I kissed my way down her tummy, and she spread her legs a little wider until soon I was hovering right above her sweet cunt.
With my face right down between her legs the scent was almost overpowering, and my head was swimming as I ran my tongue through her sweet creamy slit.
I crouched down, resting my forearms on her thighs, and pulling open her thick outer lips, before I started licking her stiff clitoris with a vengeance.
She rolled her hips, moaning, and gasping in surprise.
I whispered a silent thank you to my mom, and dad.

When I was ten my dad had caught me looking at Internet porn, and he'd tried to talk to me about it, but I was far too embarrassed.
“Look son, it's perfectly natural for a boy your age to be curious.” he'd said. “Is there anything that you want to ask me?”
I just shook my head, staring at the floor, and blushing.
There was no way I was talking to my dad about this, it was just too embarrassing.
The next day when I'd gotten home from school I'd found two books laying on my bed.
“The Joy of Sex”, and “The Sensuous Man”.
Needless to say I'd read them both cover to cover, and after that I felt confident that when I did finally have sex, I'd know what I was doing.
Of course I'd never imagined that my first time would be with my aunt Glenda, but I was learning that life was unpredictable.

“Oh god yes bobby!” she exclaimed, as I sucked her clit into my mouth, fucking her hot hole with my thumb. “I'm close baby, I'm close.”
Just knowing that I was about to make her cum was exciting beyond belief, and it set me to the task with renewed vigor so that before long I could feel her flesh quiver beneath me, her hips bucking up to meet my mouth as she screamed, “Yes, yes, oh god, yeeeees!”
I swiftly shifted so that I could rub her stiff clitty with my thumb, while my mouth sucked up the sweet juice she was pumping out of her beautiful pink hole.
I sucked, and swallowed as fast as I could, but she was cumming so hard that it was running down my chin.
Her orgasm finished off wit a loud shuddering moan, and as she lay there panting I continued lapping up her sticky, sweet cum.

Then she pulled my head up, and looking down at me with tears streaming down her face she cried, “Fuck me Bobby. Please baby, I need your cock inside me sweetie.”
How could I say no to that?
So I climbed up to mount her, and she reached down in between us, guiding the tip of my hard fuck muscle to the entrance of her hot pussy, and as I slide into her I thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately.
Once I had gotten all the way inside her, and I could feel her sweet pussy squeezing the full length of my cock, I realized that there were tears in my eyes as well.
This was all just so fucking intense, no pun intended, that I was being carried away on a wave of emotion.

She wrapped her legs around me, rolling her hips as she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, and said, “My pussy tastes so good in your mouth baby.” before she began licking her juice off my chin, holding my face in her hands.
I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting, fucking my aunt Glenda to the rhythm of her rolling hips.
“Oh yeah Bobby,” she moaned, cradling my head on her shoulder. “You're such a good boy. Fuck me, fuck your auntie Glenda.”
As sick, and weird as it was, her words just turned me on even more, and before long I was really thrusting into her hard, and fast, our bodies slapping together as I pounded her hot pussy.
I had slid my arms around her, holding her body close, and tight as I fucked her.

It was, by far, the most incredible thing that I'd ever felt in my life.
I had always loved my aunt Glenda, and although I had never had any doubt that she loved me to, now as I felt her hot vagina taking my hard thrusting cock while she moaned, and cooed in my ear, her hands holding my head next to hers, it was like I could feel her love in a way I had never imagined, or even dreamed could be possible.
I was old enough to know that having sex with my mother's sister wasn't just extremely improper, but also illegal as well, and maybe that was part of what made it so hot, however it was more than that.
Knowing that my first time was with someone who really loved me made me feel so lucky, and grateful that I didn't want to just fuck aunt Glenda, I wanted to make love to her.
“I love you aunt Glenda.” I panted, and I genuinely meant it from the bottom of my heart.

“Oh Bobby” she moaned, kissing me all over my face. “I love you too baby.”
I started kissing her face too, and soon our tongues found each other again, and the way we kissed as we held each other tight, our hips grinding together, was like a ballet.
Time seemed to stand still, and I honestly can't say how long our dance went on, but I quickly lost count of the number of orgasms she had.
By the time I was ready to cum again we were both covered in sweat.

“I'm gonna cum.” I called out.

She tightened her grip on me, and panted, “cum inside me baby, cum inside me!”
Once again, how could I refuse?
As I felt my cock begin to throb, I thrust all the way up inside her, moaning loudly, and my cum pumping into her hot pussy.
“OH GOD YES BOBBY!” she screamed, and her wet cunt started flexing rhythmically around my squirting prick, milking me with her orgasm, her hot, sweaty body quivering beneath me.
It was like a light exploded behind my eyes as my sperm exploded into her sweet pussy, and it seemed like in that moment I could taste eternity.
It was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever experienced, and I never wanted it to end, but nothing lasts forever, and as the last of my cum drained into auntie Glenda's pussy I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

“I love you auntie.” I sighed, resting my head on her chest as she held me tightly with her legs, and arms, her orgasm finishing off with a shudder.
She kissed me on my head, and as our breathing slowly returned to normal, I happier, and more content than I'd ever felt in my young life.
She slowly slid her legs down, wrapping them up in mine as she caressed my body with her hands.
It felt like she was tracing little patterns on my skin, and her soft voice whispered sweet nothings.
The effect of all this in the afterglow of our orgasms it made me feel like gratest lover in the world, and the things auntie Glenda was saying to me only added to that feeling.

“I can't believe that this is your first time Bobby.” she whispered incredulously. “That was so amazing. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you'd been doing this for years.”
I smiled shyly to myself, my cheeks flushing hot as she extolled my skills as a lover, and I supposed that she could feel the heat against her because she looked down at me, and asked, “Are you blushing sweetheart?”
I nuzzled even closer into her perfect breasts, giggling nervously, and she chuckled, “You are blushing. That's just adorable.”
After a moment she suddenly said, “Charlie's a really special girl Bobby, and I think that you can see that.”
I didn't think that I could blush any more than I already was, but I did, and of course aunt Glenda picked up on that because she said, “You don't have to be embarrassed, but she is young, and a virgin too, so you'll have to treat her with a lot of patience, and tenderness. Do you think that you can do that for me honey?”
I nodded my head with a giggle, and she ran her hands up, taking my face in both, lifting my head up, and looking me straight in the eye.
“Now I can help you,” she said seriously.. “But ultimately it's gonna be up to you to make her first time as special as she is.”
I suddenly got kind of choked up, and my chest felt tight.
I felt like I was being charged with some kind of sacred trust, and that I had the responsibility to be the best, most loving person that I could be, but on the other hand I really felt blessed, because with Charlie that wouldn't be hard at all.
I'd only just met her, but I had felt an almost magnetic draw towards her, and sure, I was a horny thirteen year old boy, but I had met a lot of girls that day.
When she'd been sitting there after the rest of them had left, and I'd walked over to her, although I didn't really foresee that we'd be kissing, I did kind of feel like something was gonna happen.
She just had that kind of mojo.
She was so smooth that it was only now that I could see how cleverly, and coyly she'd gotten me alone, and pulled me to her.

Now the thought of sex with Charlie by itself was incredibly exciting, but the fact that I was still up inside my aunt as she basically told me that she going to help me to have sex with Charlie, and really do it right, made it all the more intense, to say the least.
“Ye-yes ma'am.” I stuttered. “I'll do my best,”

She pulled my head in tight against her ample bosoms, and said, “I'm sure that you will sweetie.” kissing the top of my head.
So much had happened that it was hard to believe that this was just my first day here, and as I thought about what was in store for me in the days ahead it was impossible not to shudder with excitement.
I couldn't wait to see what would happen tomorrow.

-the end-

A Boy No Longer

After our first time together Jake and I were insatiable. Every moment we could get together we took. He was in me for that year more than Jacob, my husband. I don’t know exactly how I was compartmentalizing this, but in my mind they were my lovers. I was theirs and I couldn’t muster any guilt at being with Jake. That doesn’t mean I didn’t contemplate the consequences of having your own son as a lover.

Jacob was an attentive lover, and the love of my life. He was, and is still, a good husband and father. For most women that is more than enough. If the events that had put Jake in my bed had never occurred I would have been a very happy and content woman indeed. But call it sick or blessed, I was in love with two men. And they were in love with me.

I held no illusions about the end game of mine and Jake’s relationship. One day a girl his age would catch his fancy and they would be together, maybe get married. I would tell him that what he and I had was special, but not to give up on his own life. He and I could be together as much as he wanted, but that he should also build his outside interests too. I was very lucky.

He did not fall apart, nor did the relationship of him and his father suffer for the “competition” that might seem apparent to this situation. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I said and did the right things along the way. Maybe it was the maturity that Jake was developing at being with a woman and having to come outside his own desires to have them met. I honestly don’t know.

That last two years in Germany was a lot of fun for the family, and for the two of us. He was typical as a teenager. He played soccer (remember we were in Germany) and he ran track. The girls took up gymnastics and Melissa was even good enough to enter into a few European competitions. She was quite accomplished. Katy went on to study oceananic sciences and won awards at science fairs, finally getting entry into Munich University the last year we were there. You can see then, that we didn’t fall apart. While my lust for Jake increased with each time we made love, I didn’t let it destroy my family. Thank God.

In a previous story I told you about me and Jake getting together on one of his father’s many TDY’s. (Temporary Duty Assignment for those of you not schooled in military lingo) I became pregnant, and I knew it was Jake’s. The timing, though close, meant that it had to be. So at fifteen, Jake became a father.
Jacob was a little surprised at my pregnancy so late in life. I acted surprised too, showing him the pill dispenser with the missing pills. (I had flushed them down the toilet each day until I was sure I was pregnant.) Jake acted the part of the proud brother and the girls were glad to have a real life dress up doll to dote on. For me, it was the fulfillment of my love and devotion to my new lover, my son.

So, that is the situation as Jake’s sixteenth birthday approached. I was happy, Jacob and the kids were happy. My baby boy, Montague was happy and healthy. All was well. I was being made love to sometimes six days a week. My clit was getting so sensitive to sex that all I had to do was wear silk instead of cotton panties, and I could cum just by scouching around on a chair. I loved it.

For a thirty-seven year old woman, I was fucking like an eighteen year old. Both of my men loved the attention I would give them in bed. I even made Jacob into a better lover. Sometimes I would catch one of Jacob’s buddies staring at me and I would get all tingly, but I kept my escapades at home. It was hard with my new found sexual power, but those two kept me so busy, I could not have done anything else, even if I wanted to.

Jake had started dating a darling little German girl, Heidi. I don’t know if they were sexually active, and till this day I haven’t asked. I had my suspicions though. Heidi was a regular fixture at our house till we PCS’ed back to the States. (PCS-Permanent Change of Station. It means we were re-assigned to another base.) She was a lovely girl and looked grown up even in the bikini’s of the day. (ca. 1980) I have to admit, I was a little jealous of how she filled out her swimsuit.

So, on the day of his birthday we were all getting set to go to Amsterdam as a birthday trip. Jacob had managed to get a week’s leave without interference this time. We were all going, including Heidi. The girls adored Heidi, Melissa still writes her. Jake, always the baby till Monty was born liked being the center of attention again.

We had four rooms booked at the Hotel Amsterdam Old Quarter. It is in the heart of historic Amsterdam. From there we walked all over the historic district and saw a lot of beautiful buildings and people. I highly recommend it. Though the ‘Old Quarter hotel might be a little “ruff” for American tourists it is a good way to immerse in the culture while you are there.

The baby had a bassinette in our room, mine and Jacob’s, Heidi and Melissa had a room together since they were so close, and Katy and Jacob got their own rooms. Most European hotels, and at the time this was no exception, had shared baths on each floor. The baths are unisex there, so I suppose for Jacob and Jake it was an interesting time. Most of the time there was some unspoken schedule for women and men, the women getting the morning time mostly, and the men using the showers in the evening. It all worked out.

It was here that I started having my suspicions about Heidi and Jake. They spent a lot of time alone, though I don’t think in the room. Still, with Melissa as an accomplice anything was possible. They held hands and were always smiling. It was a precious thing to see.

But Jake was always willing to help with Monty, and several times took him so that Jacob and I could get away for a little touring of our own. To this day Jake is very close to his “younger brothers”. Anyway, this is all to tell you where we were, and how we almost got caught.

Jacob was tired out from the walk we had taken and was down for a nap. For him that meant that he would sleep through supper and wake up about four in the morning the next day. Heidi and Melissa and Katy had taken off for a girl’s tour of Amsterdam night life leaving Jake with the baby till we got back.
I got Jacob all settled in, closing the curtains and putting out the lights. I told him I was going to get the baby, and sit in the lobby for a while, maybe take a short walk to the delicatessen down the block for supper. I never did get to the deli.

I knocked on Jake’s door softly and he opened it almost immediately.

“Shh…” He put his finger to his mouth. Motioning over his shoulder he indicated Monty on one of the twin beds asleep. He had rolled pillows up on either side of the baby so he couldn’t roll off. What a good father. I admit it hit me then and there I wanted to make love to him.

I stepped into the room and softly closed the door behind me. Jake smiled that Jake smile and hugged me to him. I wrapped myself around him laying my head on his shoulder.

“I missed you.” I whispered in his ear as I kissed his cheek.

He kissed my lips. “I’ve been waiting for you.” He told me.

I kissed him deeply, my tongue wrestling his for supremacy.

He took my face in his hands and said, “I love you Alli.” It is his pet name for me. I don’t let anyone else call me that.

“I love you to Jake.” I kissed him again. His hands moved between us finding my breasts. He smiled at me and winked.

“Now?” I asked “What about the girls? What about Monty?” I was being such a mom.

“They won’t be back for hours. We’ll be here if he wakes up.” He answered as a man.

I nodded. He took me arm in arm to the foot of the bed and kissed me again. He was unbuttoning my summer dress. I kissed him, offering no objection. When the dress was undone, he took it and hung it on a hanger in the little alcove of a closet. (They don’t have closets there because of the room tax, and for tax purposes anything with a door on it is a room.)

I hadn’t waited and removed my bra and panties while he was doing this. It makes my heart skip a beat every time he looks at me when I am naked. He doesn’t see the flaws, the sag of my 36 C (thanks to the pregnancy and milk) breasts, or the little fold of stomach that says I just had a baby. I was still carrying a little bit of the baby weight on me so I weighed about one-hundred-thirty-six then. On my 5’6” frame I still looked like a skinny woman with big tits.

Jake had gone through a growth spurt and was now a filled out young man at 6’2”, one-hundred-eighty-five pounds. All of it muscle. Of course there was that wonderful cock now at nine inches and almost three inches around. Lord I love that cock.

He removed his clothes and walked passed me to check the lock on the door. Coming back to me he took me into his arms and pressed me close to him. The feel of my milk laden breasts crushed to him, his pelvis on my stomach, it was almost too much for a giddy middle-aged woman to bear. Best of all, without any help from me but mere a look at my nakedness, he was hard.

I took his hardness in my petite hand and held onto it like a prize. Slowly I began to slip my hand up and down his shaft. He kissed me as I did this and I felt the breath catch in his throat as I touched him.
Breaking the kiss he lifted me in his arms and gently put me on the bed, while moving to lie on top of me. Supporting himself on his elbows he kissed me and reached his hand to run through my hair. The look in his eyes as he looked into mine was magnetic. I didn’t deserve so much love, and I was grateful to have it.

He bent his head to my neck and kissed it. He kissed under my chin, and slide down me, planting a kiss on my sternum, until he could reach a breast. Taking my nipple into his mouth he fed from my milk filled breasts. My girl, already wet, was beginning to leak just like my nipples. As he sucked I could feel the sympathetic rhythm in my vaginal muscles.

Hungrily he drank from first one breast and then the next. All the while, he was massaging and playing with my breasts, stopping to plant a kiss from time to time on my chest. When his feeding was done, he moved lower on my abdomen, kissing his way down my stomach, stroking the side of my breast and ribs as he went. I was about to pee myself. He French kissed my belly button. I giggled like a young girl.

“I love you so much Alli!” he meant it.

Then his tongue was on my girl. I cannot adequately describe Jake’s technique. It feels too good. But he actually “makes out” with my vagina while paying close attention to my clit, but not singular attention. It drives me crazy and he knows it.

I could feel my orgasm building, the little hound. He always made me cum first. I put my hand on his head, an unspoken signal, I was getting close.

“That’s my girl, cum for me Alli.” He teased.

And so I did. I arched my hips off of the bed, I bit my lip to keep from waking the baby as I moaned, my girl’s muscles were contracting, my stomach felt like a wave of pleasure was moving up through it to my nipples and my mouth, to the top of my head. And I squirted my lover’s nectar into his mouth.

Jake loves the taste of my girl cum.

He licked her, lapping up what he hadn’t caught in his mouth. Moaning as he did, I was in heaven to have so talented a lover, let alone my son, with whom I felt so strong a bond.

With a final kiss on my girl, he moved back the way he had come kissing me along a path that drove my body wild. Arriving back at my breasts, no feeding this time, just short kisses, and a flick of his tongue on my nipples his desire communicated by the protrusion of his penis against my Mons.

I reached between us, and guided the head of him to my vaginal opening. He thrust slightly forward, entering me slowly.

“Oh, Jake, fill me up with that cock baby.” I pleaded. “Mom needs you in there so bad.” I was beside myself with lust.

Jake was kissing my neck and moving in and out of me. My nipples were leaking onto his chest. The sweat and milk made us slick as we moved, heightening the sensations of our bodily contact. His cock in me was a piston of joy and ecstasy. I could feel the impending build of another orgasm.

“Oh, mom, when I’m in you there is nothing else like it anywhere. I love you so much!” He grunted through his rut.

“Harder, Jake, fuck me harder!” I said through my clenched teeth. He began to thrust into me in earnest. I don’t know how long we had been at it, but the build was nascent. I could feel the release almost there. My breasts were swelling. I could feel the tightness in my nipples.

My stomach fluttered as it does with my orgasm, transmitting it through my entire length. My vagina was in its orgasmic spasm. And there it was the spray of my girl cum running down the crack of my girl to my butt then wetting the bed. His pubic hair dampened by the spray was rubbing me raw, and then he clenched that sweet butt of his.

“OHHH….MOM…” He signaled his release to me. As he pumped his seed into me I could feel the short tremors of aftershock as I had first one, then another mini-orgasm.

We lay there entangled, his arms on either side of me, my legs splayed wide, and my beautiful Jake still in me. He kissed me on the lips a soft gentle lovers kiss. He brushed my hair out of my eyes, supporting himself on one arm. Then he kissed me again.
“I love you so much Alli. And making love here in the same room with our son is such a turn on.” He smiled a wicked smile.

“It is so wonderful, Jake, to be your lover. I was so proud to bear you a child. I would give you a hundred of them if you asked me.” I told him. I meant it too.

“Maybe just one more?” He teased.

I nodded my head. I knew he meant a child, not one more round of loving. That was a given.

His cock had not gone down such was the vigor of his youth. He moved in me again, and I could feel him. Slowly he moved in and out of me and I responded by raising my hips to meet him. Our rhythm established so early in our love making and second nature to us now served to stimulate my swollen clitoris.

The mushroom head of his penis rubbed against my G-spot. I cannot tellyou what was going on with us. I don’t pretend it was all innocent love, blossomed between a mother and son. There was lust and passion, and just plain old fucking. We had just made love. Now we were going to fuck.

“That’s it baby, fuck your mama. I need it so bad. I want it so much.” I said. The husk in my voice gave my lust away.

“I am going to fuck you so hard now.” He promised. And then he began to piston in and out of me with the rage of a bull.

“Oh, yes, Jake…fuck me.” I was almost screaming. I hoped the baby would sleep through this.

“That’s my girl, beg me, you want it don’t you.” His movement was frenzy now as he built to his second cum. I could feel my fifth cum building.

"Oh...my...God...yesss!" I stammered.

My legs were wrapped around him trying to pull him in deeper. Each thrust threw me around under him. His penis would pull back stretching the vaginal opening, but never leaving me. His forward thrust would hit bottom and I felt the tension in my vaginal muscles contracting to milk him.

“Jake…I’m Cumming again.” I held my breath at the wave of pleasure as it passed through me like a Mack truck.

And then he held his breath, squirting more of his seed into me. I know it is a conceit, but I could have sworn I could feel the warmth of his liquid hit my cervix, splashing backward into my vaginal canal.

“Alli…” He said my name like a love sonnet. He pushed his pelvis into mine and held there. I thrust up to meet him. My legs were shaking, but I was managing to hold onto him.

With one accord we took a breath after what seemed like an eternity. He was looking at me, seeing me, and loving me, and joined to me. How much better could love be between two people?

“Alli, I love you so much.” He bent down and kissed me.

He pulled out of me. I felt so empty. Had he not held me in his arms I would have felt abandoned. Rolling to the side of me, he pulled me into a hug. I threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply, wetly.
We lay there for just a few minutes in our afterglow. When the drowsiness started to get too much to fight we both got up and got dressed. God bless that Monty, he had slept through the whole thing.

I knelt over the trash can in his room with some tissues draining what I could. It wouldn’t do to walk down the hall to my room with this much sperm in me. It took forever to stop running. I wiped myself and wadded the tissue up placing it at the bottom of the trash can.

Jake took a wet-nap and wiped me. I almost came again, the bugger. Getting my panties on and my bra, I was pulling on my summer dress when a knock came at the door.

I froze.

Jake called out, “Just a minute.” He motioned for me to button up the dress. I broke my deer in the headlight trance and buttoned my dress up quickly. Jake motioned for me to pick up the baby as he went to the door.

When he opened it Jacob was there.

“Hey dad; come on in. Mom was just getting the baby and we were talking.” He moved to let Jacob in. Jacob patted Jake on the shoulder as he passed him.

I couldn't help thinking when he did, "Job wel done!"

“Hey you; I didn’t expect to see you till tomorrow morning.” I teased Jacob. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I wanted to run.

“I don’t know, I just woke up a few minutes ago and was hungry. Did you guys eat?”

I looked at my watch. It was almost nine o’clock. I had been with Jake for two hours. It was dark outside. I shook my head.

“No, I guess we just let the time slip by. I didn’t want to wake Monty, he was sleeping so well.” I had picked him up in my arms to hide the wet of my dress. He was waking, still sleepy, but not fussy.

“Well, let’s get the diaper bag, and the four of us go out then.” Jacob suggested.

“Sure, you boys watch the baby, let me freshen up and we can go. I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” I was shaking as Jacob kissed me. Taking the baby from me he nodded.

“Sounds like a plan.” He told Jake to get the diaper bag. And we left the room together.

They went down the stairs as I knocked on the bath door. No one was there, thank goodness, and I was able to clean myself up. I snuck back to the room for a clean pair of undies and straightened the buttons out on my dress where I had crossed buttoned it. Fixing my hair, I shut off the light and went down stairs on shaky legs.

Nine months after that Robert was born.

-the end-