Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 10:10:39 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Vacation with my Aunt, Part One" ++Dear young folks, under 18, this is not a chapter out of Rebecca of Sunny brook Farm. No sirree, this is porno...very nasty stuff that you should not experience until you are older. So, go now. Aunt Penelope is my mother's youngest sister. She had her thirtieth birthday just last week. This was an occasion of worry for her sisters, because Penelope (we call her Aunt Penny) was still unmarried, a prissy virgin schoolteacher with no prospects in the offing. The sisters got together and decided to intervene in Penny's life. They chipped in to send her to the Red Door. You may not know this establishment, but in the 1930's, this was THE place for women to become beautiful. They offered complete rehabilitation in makeup, body shaping and even wardrobe. Aunt Penny needed the services critically. Although she had a pretty nice body and nice breasts, my fourteen-year old body noted. She dressed in dark concealing clothes and drew her light brown hair into a severe bun. No makeup glamorized her face either. She was very slim, and when she walked in her "sensible" shoes, she resembled, for all the world to me, Popeye's girlfriend, Olive Oyl, though I never voiced that observation aloud. Though she appeared to be a cold, controlled woman, I knew, above any person, that she had the fires of passion within her breast. I knew it by the way she kissed me, her nephew. She kissed me very differently than my other aunts. She kissed on the mouth, and often the tip of her curious tongue grazed my lips and my adolescent prick rose in appreciation. It remained our little secret until the vacation. Well, my father decided to celebrate Penny's birthday with a gift of a two- week stay at Cedar Brook. This was an elegant resort near the Canadian border, a gigantic rambling wooden building that unfortunately burned down the year after we were there. The announcement of his gift was concurrent with Penny's arrival at our house following her graduation from the Red Door effort. It was a revelation. Her slimness now seemed to suggest that she was a society girl. She had learned the debutant slouchy walk. Her hair was glossy and hung in two wings on either side of her beautifully made up face. The gown she worn was low cut with two narrow straps on her smooth white shoulders. Her perky breasts were very evident in her satin bodice. My father, earning a frown from mom, whistled when she entered. After tea, he announced the gift. He also advised that I would be accompanying her. After all, no respectable lady travels alone especially staying at a resort. I was more than delighted to spend time with Aunt Penny, especially the new version. We were brought to the resort in a hired limo, part of Dad's gift. While on the trip, Aunt Penny whispered to me, sending shafts of warm air against my hot ear, that we were to pose as mother and son and I was to call her Ma-ma, in the French fashion. The best part, as she explained, "We can save Bob (my father) some money as we would then only require one room instead of two," Oh yeah, but the supremely best part was that we would share a bed. We alit from the long black Pierce Arrow car to the curious appraising glances of the persons sitting on wicker chairs in the long encircling veranda. Many caught my adolescent eye. I caught sight of a boy about my age talking to a girl wearing loose sharkskin shorts, exposing her long smooth white legs. Oh gosh, I was hardening up again. There were also males of various ages, some quite good looking and manly. Once ensconced in our spiffy room I announced that I want to take a swim before the evening meal. At this time, being no longer a boy, I brought along the kind of bathing attire that young men wore at the time. It was a one-piece affair of black wool. I started going to the bath to change, but Auntie put a warm hand on my chest. "We are mother and son now, no need for modesty, you can undress right here." Having been given permission, I kicked my shoes off, hopped up and down removing my socks and then the rest followed until I was completely nude. Auntie's eyes swept up and down my youthful body. "My you are a big boy," she said this staring at my male equipment. I had the family penis, large and with big hanging balls. Her remark caused me to check myself out in the full-length mirror. I must say that I was quite handsome and well built and my curly blond hair gave the effect of a Roman statue. When I began to slip on the scratchy wool suit, she said, "Don't you have your strap?" I was too young up to that time to require one, but we resolved to buy one in the neighboring town the next day. "Meanwhile, you'll just have to go without," but when she saw the effect of my penis bulging out in the crotch of the suit, she said, "Perhaps, you ought to carry a towel, in front, until you are in the pool." This resort had a pool that was unusual at that time. It was glorious, marble with a bronze fish on one end, spurting water like a permanently seasick creature. Aunt remained resting in the room and I was glad to have some time to explore on my own. Keith, the boy I had seen on the veranda came over to me, his eyes shining and obviously seeing the front of my suit. He held out a tanned arm with a large adolescent and athletic hand on the end and grasped my hand in a firm handshake. "My name is Joshua," I informed him. He stood looking at me. He lowered his voice, and with the intimacy only strangers can attain, he asked, "Do you play with yourself?" He accompanied this surprising question with a shaking of his loosely shaped fist. I was amazed. I thought that I was the only boy in America who had discovered this utterly delightful secret. I nodded yes. "Then we must do it together. It's ever so much nicer when you wank with a friend. We are going to be friends aren't we?" I told him, "Of course." He was not a very handsome kid; he was coltishly skinny and had no muscles as I did. But he had beautiful eyes, dark gray and piercing. I wondered what his penis looked like. A girl came over. This was the same girl he had been with on the porch. She had an amused look on her face. "Keith, introduce me to this lovely boy who needs a jock strap badly." We two lads blushed, because girls didn't talk like that, but as I later discovered, Sally was an heiress and these rich girls are different. Keith suddenly brightened and broke the uncomfortable silence, "Hey Josh, hey Sal, how about some cocktails before dinner. We have a full bar in our suite." We all trooped into the lobby and on to the elevator. The guests reading newspapers from the periodical frames smiled in lofty amusement at the children's laughter, not realizing that these children had the devil in them. Once inside Keith's parent's suite, I was amazed at the luxury compared to our economy room. The living room boasted a piano. There were doors on each side leading to the two bedrooms. "It's a mirror imagine of ours," said Sally in a bored voice. "It's really keen, much larger than ours," I said excitedly, and then blushed as they laughed at me. Thanks to Keith for going to the bar and beginning to mix drinks for us; it relieved the tension. I had never had alcohol, but the drink that the tall boy made was delicious. "Hey what is this," I said enthusiastically. "I knew you'd like it. Its gin, rum, orange juice, powdered sugar and grenadine." But as I drank it, a warm glow spread out in my belly and included my penis. "Ith's good," I said, realizing that I was lisping like the drunks in the movies. "Can I have another thsmall amount?" "Sure," Keith said, and came over to me and lifted my chin. "You are completely and utterly cute when you are squiffed." I didn't know what the word meant, but I liked his smooth hand petting my face. As he went to make another drink for me, Sally yawned and said, "I guess I better get back to my penthouse suite, it'll be time to dress for dinner soon. It's formal night, you know. I'll leave you two sweet things to find each other." I only sipped the second drink as the full force of the first drink began to pile up on me. It's a good thing I did, for just then, Keith's parents returned from the tennis court. They were very glamorous, not like parents at all. After introductions were over, Keith winked at me and said, "I'll take you up on that invitation to see your room." I caught on. He wanted to get away with me. On the way to my room, Keith said, "You're mother is a doll, the real bees' knees." I chuckled. "Want to know a secret, she's not my mother, we are pretending...so as to share a room, I guess. She's my Aunt Penelope." "You lucky duck, you'll get a peek at her bazooms." "What're talking about? We are sharing the bed." Keith grabbed his crotch and rubbed it vigorously. "Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting a boner." My room was empty. We both lay down on the bed to rest. After a few moments I could feel Keith's insolent hand spider walking up my leg. I wanted to stop him, but it felt so good and I hoped he would find my stiff member on his explorations. He unbuttons the two buttons on the fly front of the bathing suit and roamed around in the opening until he found my penis, just rising in excitement. He took it out and began gently rubbing me. At the same time he took my hand and put it on his penis. By feel I could determine that he was smaller than me, but very curved and smooth and hot feeling. The tip of his penis was wet. I hoped he wasn't going to pee. Just then Aunt Penny came into the room. Apparently she had been drying herself in the bath, after her shower. How stupid of me not to check the bath before getting into this compromising situation. But Aunt Penny just laughed happily. "Dear son, I am so glad you found a friend and you two are enjoying yourself." Keith's eyes opened wide as Penny's towel was only around her waist and her beautiful full pointed breasts were fully evident. I felt his penis lurch with excitement. "May I join your game? Boys, get naked." We scrambled to obey and soon the bed was decorated with two young male bodies, stiff organs pointing to the ceiling, forming a sandwich on either side of my aunt lying on her back between us. You wasted no time and put out a dainty hand to each of us, grasping our rampant penises. I could hear Keith gasp in pleasure and that sound joined my own as deeper gasp. There we were, both producing a moaning chorus, me in my baritone and Josh in his alto. Aunt Penny gave of her effort equally until Keith put a hand on hers. "I think I'm going to..." "That's fine sweet boy, just let it go naturally, but as you do, I want you to lean over and press your lips against dear Josh's full rosy mouth and kiss him. That'll make your culmination much more exciting." I too was at the brink of overflowing with my nectar. My lips pursed naturally in readiness for the kiss. It came. Those hot lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue vigorously sought mine. My head was swimming with pulsating passion as we threw our arms around each other. I could feel my penis jumping and almost hiccupping as it spew out a fire storm of sperm between us, joining an equal amount from Keith's jumping stick. Auntie just kept petting us, soothing us from fear from the intensity of our orgasms, and murmuring sweet words to us. It was the most heavenly experience I every had (up to that moment.) Finally we completed our sexual peak. Auntie went to the lavatory and dampened two towels in warm, comforting water, sprinkled lavender scent on them and returned to the room. You carefully wiped each of us as we lay passively, enjoying the attention. Then in a crisp voice she said, "Keith, you must get up and return to your room. Tonight we must dress for the formal evening. Drinks in the library in a half hour." Keith leaped up, his long, slim organ swinging. He was dressed and waving a mimed kiss and out the door. "Shall we take a small nap, then dress?" said Penny, snuggling me to her breast. I signed agreement and in a moment I hurled down into a profound sleep. I awoke because Auntie was tickling my chin. "Oh, such a frowning boy as you sleep. Is it such a work project? Time to dress." I had only worn my tuxedo once before. It still fit though I had filled out quite a bit in the year between wearings. I guess it was too large last time. I lowered the suspenders to account for my increased leg length and the rest was okay. I slipped on the jacket and presented myself for inspection. "My goodness, you look like Rudolf Valentino, but more handsome." Meanwhile she was completing her dressing. She wore a light, printed summer gown, long and fluted at the bottom. Her neckline was really low and the swell from the beginning of her breasts was quite evident. She called attention by wearing a single large pearl on a black ribbon. The room was fragrant with her perfume, Chanel Number Five that had just been designed. We cut a swell figure in the lounge. Auntie ordered a pink lady and I, bowing to the presence of the pubic, a ginger ale. Dinner was very long and the food heavy. We shared a table with two men. Just the right ages for Auntie to cultivate. Roland was a dark haired Latin looking fellow with a charming South American accent. I fantasized that he was an Argentine cattle baron, but it turned out that he owned a dance studio in New York City. But he was very appealing with his glossy black hair and glowing tan skin. I noticed that the back of his hands were covered with black hairs. It made me quite dizzy to see them. The other fellow was Jack, a merry guy, flashing perfect teeth. He reminded me of Hair breath Harry, the hero in the comics. He had blond hair and blue eyes. His hands were hairless, but they were very large and athletic looking. Auntie was in a fine mood, lying about "her late husband" and blinking her eyes furiously. I was having a good time at the meal, except it was endless. At last we bid goodnight to the boys, Jack and Juan and I put my arm around "my mother's" waist and we proceeding back to our room. We were both sleepy. I confess neither of us performed a nighttime toilet, instead we tumbled into the soft feather bed and were instantly transported into a dreamless, profound sleep. Sometime, before dawn, I half awoke. Penny's backside was pressed into my spooned body, my stiff penis captured between her thighs and against her sex. She was murmuring in her sleep. I could feel her cunt was hot and moist against the top of my organ. She awoke. We did not speak. She bent of knees and spread her thighs and pointed down to her half opened sex lips. I got on my knees between her thighs and pressed my nose against her vagina. The smell was intoxicating, warm, intimate womanly. My head swam, my tongue lolled out and soon I was tasting her essence, dripping toward my lips. I kissed the lips and they opened further, I pursed my lips and sucked and kissed. With my tongue, I licked that small bump and she began bucking in pleasure. More moisture bathed my tongue. I was intoxicated with the liquor. She groaned at me. "Put your prick inside, but do not ejaculate." Prick. This was the first time I heard the word. I looked questioningly at her. Prick? "Yes your prick, your cock, your prong. Get busy young man or I will have to beat you." I got up on my haunches. I knew this was an important moment for me; my first....first....fuck. Let me now use these sort of words. I put the head of my cock into her steaming inner lips. Almost instantaneously they sucked me deeper. I looked at her dear face. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was set in a silent scream. I was proud to have had such an effect on her. I moved my large prick deeper into her. She cried out, "If I die, tonight will have made life worthwhile. Don't stay dead in there. Shove it in and out, make me cry with passion. Grow up child this night." With a shout of triumph I backed out and then reentered. I repeated this briskly until I was overcome with paralysis of impending orgasm. Penny was grunting like a lovely pig and little short cries signaled her small peaks, but then with a scream, she locked her legs around my hips and painfully held me there as she completed her biggest orgasm. As her cunt lips puffed in and out, they massaged my cock and I entered a slow motion intense release, moaning pitifully as it overcame me. We lowered her legs and turned toward me. "You are not a boy any longer. You make love like a master." We kissed long and deeply, falling asleep during the kiss. End Part One Are you wondering about the unfucked ones, Keith, Sally, Jack and Juan? Sex is better than a week in the country. Joshua was born to be a lover.