Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 01:08:25 -0500
From: misanthropy.philanthropy@gmail.com
Subject: Aunt Lucy and Our Songs

Lucy had always been just a friend after my wife died a few years ago.
Lucy wasn't my type anyway: she was short, chubby and hugely endowed,
the exact opposite of the tall, slender and slightly rounded feminine
ideal in my mind. Nonetheless, she was cute and funny and very helpful
to a widower like me.

 Lucy was a bit of a hippie and belonged to the same liberal-feminist
interpretive dance troupe. The whole troupe was shocked when my wife
passed away, but Lucy was the one who practically moved into my house
to help me organize the wake, funeral and burial, and to go through
all of the financial records that my wife left behind, particularly
the many accounts and stocks that she had set up for our son Jake's
future.

 Lucy has a son named Lucas who is Jake's age exactly. They almost
look like towheaded brothers when they run around the house pretending
to be dinosaurs or basketball stars or space warriors. That was
probably what made things easiest -- being able to sit back and watch
Lucas and Jake play.

 I remember one time at a single parents' picnic held by our Unitarian
Church a few summers ago not long after my wife died. Jake and Lucas
were running around throwing clods of dirt at each other and generally
cutting up like wild cavemen, and Lucy and I just watched and laughed.
Lucy was looking very much like a hippie that day, with a peasant
blouse (no bra!) and long skirt with bare feet hiding underneath. At
one point we both noticed that our boys had vanished and got worried.
Lucy said, "I bet I know where they are. Follow me," and she hurried
off to a storage shed where the church maintenance crew kept the
mowers and yard equipment.

 As I crept up behind her she turned and made an exaggerated "Shhh!"
face with her finger to her pursed lips. She grinned and pointed
around the corner. I had to lean up against her little round body to
peek around the corner but I got quite a sight.

 Jake and Lucas had their shorts down around their ankles and were
peeing and giggling into the weeds behind the shed. They were both
toilet-trained, of course, but not quite to the age where they could
pee through a fly without making a mess, so they just shoved their
shorts and underwear all the way down and let go. It was some kind of
contest, apparently, because Jake kept saying "I'm winning! I'm
winning!" and Lucas was thrusting his little butt forward in an effort
to make his pee go further.

 Just then I lost my balance and tripped over Lucy. I caught myself,
but we made too much noise, and our boys turned around and saw us.

 I didn't know how to react but Lucy did. She quickly said "Oh, good
idea, boys. We were looking for you but I needed to go pee-pee, too."
And she went behind the shed with them, squatted down, hiked up her
skirt and began peeing.

 She wasn't wearing any panties and she had a very nice pussy. There
wasn't too much hair on the labia and a nice dark patch on the pubic
mound. Her clit and hood were clearly visible, even more so when she
reached down and parted her labia with two fingers so that her pee
would shoot straight out instead of trickling down her thigh. I stared
in surprise (and, to be honest, more than a little arousal) as I
watched her drain her bladder. Jake and Lucas were so surprised that
they didn't even pull up their shorts.

 When Lucy finished, she surprised me again by simply standing up and
putting down her skirt. She didn't wipe or even bother to look for
something to wipe herself with. I was never a pee fetishist but the
idea of those last drops trickling down her leg was somehow exciting.
That, and the fact that she wasn't wearing panties ... or a bra. I had
never thought of Lucy in a sexual way until that very moment.

 "Put those away when you're ready, boys, and come back to the picnic,
OK?" Lucy's voice rang out and brought me to attention, but I
immediately had another shock: both of our young sons were fully
erect. Lucas was even tugging at his little boner! Lucy winked and
grinned at me as she sauntered back to the picnic. When I finally was
able to make my brain work again, I managed to stammer out something
about pulling up their pants and not showing off in public like that,
and the boys obeyed without giving me a second look. They yanked up
their shorts and ran back to the picnic, shouting and chasing each
other as if what had just happened was perfectly ordinary.

 On the way home I talked to Jake for a bit about it and found out
that he had seen Lucy (he called her "Aunt Lucy") pee on the toilet at
her house a few times. It didn't seem like it was a big deal to him so
I sure wasn't going to blow it out of proportion.

 Anyway, to bring the story up to the present time ... nothing else
like what had happened behind that shed had occurred since then until
recently. Jake and I went over to Lucy's house to help with some
painting. Well, Jake and Lucas didn't help, they just went outside and
played, while Lucy and I did all the work. We didn't mind, though --
we had a great time. Lucy was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that showed
her fleshy arms and deep cleavage, and when she stood on her tiptoes
to get a high spot, the shirt hiked up and I saw the curve of her
belly poking out. A few years ago I would have just thought it was
cute, but now, after several years with no sex (not even any dates),
it was pretty exciting to me. The ratty corduroy skirt she was wearing
with paint stains and holes didn't help either, especially when she
asked me to hold the ladder while she painted a high corner and I saw
that she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy looked just the same as I
remember: not too much hair on the labia with the clit and hood poking
out like a sly tongue between two puffy lips. It was sexy as anything
I could remember and I had to adjust my shorts so that my erection
wasn't too obvious.

 The paint fumes were starting to get to us so we took a break to have
a couple of beers. The "couple of beers" turned into several and we
had strong buzzes by the time we realized we hadn't seen or heard from
the boys in a while. We drunkenly stumbled around the house looking
for them.

 Lucy found them in the guest bedroom and I was right behind her. Both
boys were naked and lying on the large guest bed with their feet and
heads reversed in the classic 69 position -- and each one had the
other's cock in his mouth. Almost as soon as we walked in the boys
shot away from each other and sat upright in surprise and fear,
judging from the looks on their faces.

 Lucy was the first to react. "Oh, don't be ashamed, boys," she said
softly. "What you were doing was beautiful. Go right ahead." She
turned and looked at me over her shoulder and mouthed the words "SO
FUCKING SEXY." I couldn't believe it, but my straining erection in my
pants -- encouraged by the beer and Lucy's outfit -- was in agreement.

 Lucas was first to lay back in position but Jake was staring at me
still with that look of shock in his eyes. Slowly, I nodded to him and
even smiled, and he seemed to understand that I was giving him the OK.
Jake returned to his friend's side and, with a final glance at me,
took Lucas' little penis into his mouth.

 Lucy was standing in front of me still. She threw a look back over
her shoulder again -- a smoldering look of pure lust that melted any
resistance I might have had in reserve. She reached back and raised
her skirt, exposing her chubby ass, and spread her legs a bit.

 I got the message. I fumbled my shorts open to release my aching,
straining cock and heard Lucy coo in pleasant surprise at its
purplish, throbbing appearance. As short and chubby as she was, I knew
it would be difficult to just penetrate her from behind, so I sat down
on the floor of the bedroom and grasped her hips in my hands. She got
the message and positioned herself carefully, then lowered her ass
slowly down my torso until I could feel that raging hot hole kissing
the head of my cock. All at once she slid down its length and both of
us sighed with contentment and release and lust all mixed together.

 The boys didn't move from their embrace, and soon Lucy was pumping
her squat little body up and down on my cock, and I was thrusting up
inside her, and then cumming and cumming, an explosion running through
me like nothing before, and I felt her cunt walls contract around my
cock as she bit the edge of my hand and grunted repeatedly with the
rhythm of her orgasm.

 We melted together, or so it seemed: she slowly relaxed and eased
backward into my arms while our liquid essence leaked out of our
joined organs to coat my inner thighs.

 "Let's check on the boys to see if they're having as much fun as we
are," Lucy whispered into my ear.

 "Good idea. ... Lucy?"

 "Yes?"

 "I ... I love you. And thank you. It's too much for me to express
right now, but ..."

 "Shhh..." She placed a finger on my lips. "I love you, too. Now let's
take a look at our sons ... and maybe offer them some advice or
assistance?"

To be continued? Write me at misanthropy.philanthropy@gmail.com and
let me know what you think.