Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 18:33:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com
Subject: Transgender/Teen/Jimis Secret Diary/ 06 dear diary: may 20, 1965

The following is a work of fiction and fantasy.



06 dear diary: may 20, 1965



thursday, may 20, 1965

dear diary

continues


i am still looking at the photos when i hear helen calling out in her
cheery voice at the top of the ladder and bearing a covered tray...

"tea for two, lovey."  . . .

helen is humming as she carries the tray over to where i am sitting. i look
up and notice as she places the snack tray on the table that she has
changed clothing, or, rather, she has removed most of her clothing. she is
now in a calf length pure white silky robe, tied at the waist with a
sash. the collar is like a feather boa, white and puffy, framing her pretty
face. the robe she is wearing is a study in contrast tothe plain virginal
white girl's robe i am wearing...a robe from her youth. probably a
christmas gift from her parents when she was my age...her full bodied
movements indicate that she must have removed her brassiere; her large,
voluptuous snowy white freckle dappled breasts jiggle in the satin whenever
she takes a step or makes any motion at all. her nipples make an impression
on the fabric as well, as if it were chilly up here, which it is not at
this early evening hour. there are little half-moons of shadow beneath each
nipple. i notice that her breasts are not yet sagging, the nipple shadows
are a little more than halfway down the rounded breast shapes, almost at
dead center of those lovely, jiggling orbs. she has removed her hose as
well. her bare legs, shapely and white disappear into a pair of matching
mod-heeled fluffy slippers, with the same feathery boa trim over the
instep. the open toe of the shoes display deep red glossy pedicured
nails. her rear end bounces softly as she moves as well..could it be that
she has also... removed her... panties?

i feel my cock beginning to engorge again.

she smiles and looks at me while placing the tray before me. her breasts
dangle pendulously, tantalizingly...and sings softly:

"day will break -- and I'll awake..."

i join her: "and start to bake -- a sugar cake..."

and together: "for you to take -- for all the boys to see."

she begins the final verse. i take her cue and join in: "we will raise -- a
fam-il-y a boy for you-- a girl for me can't you see -- how hap-py we would
be..."

at the conclusion of the song -- our song -- we both begin to giggle
merrily. helen brought a chair up close to mine on the same side of the
table. she crossed her legs at the knee and the robe slid open to her mid
thigh. one of the fancy slippers dangled from her right foot.

then, sitting upright again, she became more animated...

"oh you DO remember, don't you, "jim-i-mah"..."

jimimah. like jemima, the lady on the pancake box. another memory comes
back. the pet name. my SECRET pet name.

"yes helen, i really do remember... lots of things, actually. hearing the
music box again after all this time brought back a lot of memories. the
photos.... inside the music box helped even more."

"do you remember... the photos, jimmy?"

"well, not exactly. i remember some of the photos being taken, but not all
of them. what was i? four? five?", i asked, showing her the prints.

"actually, baby, though you are about five inthese shots, you were closer
to three when you first came to stay with me, during the unpleasantness
with your father.

"unpleasantness? what unpleasantness, helen?"

"oh, surely you know. the shouting. the insults. the threats. then the
recriminations and the separation. then the repeated reconciliation
attempts. then, ultimately, the divorce and all that."

"was it horrible for mother?"

"it was horrible enough that she thought it best that you stay with me for
a few weeks. those few weeks turned into several months. alcohol can be a
terrible thing, you know."

"was father an alcoholic?"

"wellllll.... let's just say your father wasn't a terribly happy married
man. and of course, later on you were so TERRIBLY lonesome for your dear
mother when she was forced to go to the city to seek a position. we only
saw her at the week's end, and only for saturday afternoon and sunday. you
were nearly inconsolable when she would board a taxi for the train station
sunday afternoons.... but let's not discuss that sadness just now, let's be
gay. let's talk about us, shall we?... tea, dear?"

"please, helen."

"i'll be mother," she said as she began the ritual of tea.

she was like my mother in those days, bless her. nurturing, protecting,
caring for me for-- what was it? a year? three years?

she crossed her legs again at the knee, the robe slid up to mid thigh
again. i enjoyed the view of her milky white thighs, her fine knees, the
curve of her calf.

pouring the piping hot steamy beverage into dainty little china cups, and
holding the handle with her right hand, while simultaneously pressing down
on the lid with her left to make sure it did not fall off, helen was the
model of a genteel new england early middle aged woman at teatime, happily
chatting and hinting at long-ago scandals... that is, if you discounted the
fact that she was nearly naked as she served her equally near-nude guest.

"but please don't misunderstand me. you were generally such a dear, sweet,
lovely, HAPPY little child. singing, dancing. surely you must remember when
you first came here to stay, all sweetness and so babylike, your curly
blonde hair at collar's length. we became fast friends at once. you were
such a good little child. pleasant, happy, helpful, eager to please..."

she passed my cup and saucer to me.

"...and you still are, come to think of it."

"thank you helen. you were always my favorite."

patting my knee now, innocently, she replied, "and you were always MY
favorite, jimmy, zhee-mee, jimimah."

then continuing in her quick and easy way of speaking: "we have sugar
cake... of course, dear. and try one of these marvy cress and cucumber
sandwiches... your favorite!

she passed the sandwich plate to me after first serving me a large slice of
the sugar cake.

of course we would have sugar cake. we always did. it went with 'our
song'. we had tea parties practically every day in this house. when i was
much younger it was basically milky tea with tons of sugar for me and lots
of cake, and those excellent little triangles of freshly buttered soft
white bread with the crusts removed, and the watercress and sliced cucumber
filling, sometimes with salmon paste, sometimes with chicken paste. helen
couldn't cook very well, but she could make a boxed 'mix' cake as well as
Betty Crocker. and who messes up sandwiches?

"do you remember our tea parties, jimmy?"

"yes, helen. you used to say, everything stops for tea."

"yes, well, we did stop everything at three o'clock, didn't we? remember?
every afternoon at two it was dress-up time, then we'd stop and have high
tea. gay little parties they were, weren't they, dear?

"yes! i do remember that now. we used to get all dressed up for our daily
tea party."

"that's right, darling. do you remember those floppy hats and gloves you
used to prefer?... and my heels! i thought you'd break your little
neck... until you got used to them."

i showed her the photos again. i remarked that i hadn't seen any ones of me
in gloves or a floppy hat.

"oh. they're up here somewhere," she said, her hands flapping about the air
like two plump white doves. "we'll see them after tea. okay?"

"yes, please, helen. i'd like to see them."

i politely nibbled my sandwich and limited myself to just one slice of cake
as helen merely sipped her tea and watched me, approvingly.

"you just sit there and finish your tea, darling. i'll see if i can locate
the photo albums".

helen rose from her chair and click-clacked her way to the far end of the
attic, where an old oak wardrobe was placed. she dragged a stool over and
stood on it, looking in the top shelf for the photos. not finding them
there, she stood on tip toe and stretched to reach a pile of boxes beneath
plastic sheeting on top of the wardrobe. i noticed that her legs were
beautifully taut, each muscle and curve defined in her spread-legged
stance, for balance. the sash must have come undone as she stretched her
arms and legs, for suddenly i got a glimpse of her breasts and belly as she
reached for the stack of boxes and tried to bring it down. i sprang from my
seat to help her.

she turned to face me but my eyes were level with her displayed navel. the
boxes in her arms created a barrier between our eyes, blocking her view of
my face, and my view of hers for a moment, so helen did not see me as i
gazed at her naked vagina. the robe hung wide open and i saw a very lovely
sight. her rounded belly tapered down to a vee shape and a tiny tuft of
neatly trimmed auburn pubic hair at the bottom of that vee. a little
hairier than reggie's crotch, (or mine) yet decidedly feminine... her pubic
area was much more pronounced, and her mound of venus larger and more
rounded than any i had seen in my young life (i have only seen two: mother
and reggie). then i did a wicked thing. i knelt, or crouched rather, and
looked up at her labia. her genitalia was pink... and very
moist-looking. not at all like reggie's... helen's labia was like
flower...full petals gathered together, in alovely cluster of pink and
rose. i caught the slightest scent of
 the sea again.

"let me take those for you, helen," i offered, a bit guiltily.  she lowered
her arms and handed me the stack of boxes. i quickly placed them on the
floor and looked back up at helen, offering a hand for her to take as she
began to descend from the stool.

she made no hurried motion to cover herself as she stepped down, and i
watched her lovely heaving tits bounce this way and that. her nipples were
full and pink; her areolae were quite small for those large tits. they were
half the size of the ones that reggie had drawn on me last week.

"now, jim-jim. there's no need to sneak a peek at me, sweetie. goodness
knows i've seen you naked tonight. fair's fair. would you like to... take a
good look at what god has given me?"

'yes helen, i would."

then opening her arms she said, "alright, love. here. disrobe me."

standing before her, i gingerly removed the robe from those soft white
shoulders. a light coating of pale golden freckles were sprinkled there and
continued across the top of her chest, just beneath her throat and
extending into her cleavage, ending midway down her breasts. they stopped
an good inch or two from what would be a bathing suit line. her breasts
themselves were pure milky white. her nipples were indeed atthe center
point, and they pointed ahead, not down. her breasts jiggled with the
slightest motion. even a mundane action such as taking a breath caused them
to dangle and bob. i found the effect mesmerizing. i slipped the robe
farther down her arms, revealing yet more of the pale golden dots, though
they dissipated above the elbow. she lowered her arms as i did
this. finally, it fell in a heap atop her feet.

she took a step backward and slowly turned around.

she had a fairly high and narrow waist which really accentuated her full
hips. she had a lovely little round belly, which shook lightly. i liked
that a lot. her soft round tummy tapered to that delicious lightly furred
auburn vee. those generously full hips led to plump white thighs... which
led to more slender calves, ending at delicate little feet, and impossibly
small toes, tipped in red. as she turned, i got a good look at her round,
generously fleshed, yet wrinkle-free, creamy white, softly bobbing
derriere.

"do you think i have a big ass?, she asked, flatly.

"no no no, helen. it's not big... it's beautiful!", i protested.

"liar", she said, with a smile. "come here and give your old auntie a
kiss".

as i approached her, and we kissed, closed lip to closed mouth, she began
to untie my own sash.

"fair's fair, jimmy, she said, sliding the robe from my body, revealing,
then lightly stroking -- and then, finally, fully grasping -- my now hard
little dick and its sparse thatch of golden fluff. her hand weighed my
little nuts, lightly touching them and then returning to its grip around my
darkening cock head. she slowly pulled it out and then pulled it back, just
once, looking in my eyes and measuring the effect. my knees were shaking.

"would you mind terribly .... if i... how do you say it, "jerked you off",
jimmy?"

"oh, helen, of course i wouldn't mind....you know i wouldn't mind...i'd
LOVE it."

"and would you like to kiss me.. someplace.... special, love?", any place
at all?

i was flabbergasted. i smiled nervously and my trenmbling fingers touched
that reddish brown nest between her slightly parted legs.

"ohhhhhhhh yesssss" i moaned as my fingers dipped,then sank into that hot,
wet, surprisingly TIGHT, sticky pink flower and its cluster of meaty
petals. they parted for my fingers and i sank deeper into that lovely wet
cavern...

i kissed her mouth again, this time not as chastely as previously, but
still wary. this was, after all, my aunt... my own flesh and blood. she had
been teasing me for hours now, yet i had no clue how far this was meant to
go, nor how far helen wants to go. i have never seen this aspect of her
personality before... its so intriguing.

but now holding me by my dainty little cock, she leads me over to the bed,
with me, naturally, i trailing along close behind her, admiring her large
buttocks swaying left and right and undulating on the short trip across the
room. she could lead me around all night this way. her fingers gripped me,
sure, but not in a clutching, gripping methid at all, more like a dainty
little touch, just enough to make me willing to follow her anywhere, to the
brink of depravity itself...

on the bedside table, with the sun tan cream and eye shades for the tanning
lamp, there were various jars of ladies beauty products. with her free
hand, she undid the lid of one of the jars and dipped her fingertips deep
into a jar of cold cream, and then slathered it over my chest and belly, my
thighs, my backside, between my legs and up and all over my cock and
testicles. she worked the cream into my skin thoroughly, spreading it
everywhere... it was an all-over handjob, the best i had ever
experienced... it was heaven!

"you should have been a masseuse, helen", i said.

smiling wickedly, she replied, "what makes you think i haven't been one?"

still holding and massaging my penis as i stood with her, she handed me the
cold cream jar and then lowered herself to a sitting position on the edge
of the bed. then maneuvered and adjusted herself and lay down on her back
with her head awkwardly, i thought, hanging over the side, looking up at
the underside of my little hard penis and balls, continually stroking me
and massaging my legs, belly and backside, including my pink little
hole... she returned to my cock and pulled on my penis with her right hand
and i dipped my fingers into the cold cream she offered and began to apply
it to her tummy, to her breasts (magnificent to feel those soft slippery
pillows and to watch them transform shape beneath my finger tips. i rubbed
more of the cream into her areolae and watched in wonderment as her full,
large pink nipples began to grow and engorge and stretch upward. the next
time i touched them they felt like pebbles wrapped in velvet!

wordlessly, i re-dipped into the cream (which was now atop the bed, within
easy reach). with both hands gooey with the cold cream, i reached down and
began to apply more to that sexy jelly belly of hers. i loved watching it
shake and shimmy, like jello, beneath my finger tips. i felt myself begin
to descend, helplessly. helen's left had grasped my shoulder and began to
slowly pull me even closer toward her now undulating, pure white,soft
belly. it quivered a little. my hands kneaded the soft flesh and i strayed
down between her legs again...which she slowly opened and closed, like
scissors.  i lowered my head between her now spreading legs. on my elbows,
i moved until my head was resting on her tummy. i kissed it. i licked
it. she cooed.... reaching farther down between her legs, i parted the
petals of her labia with my cold cream slick thumbs (not an easy feat), and
tenderly kissed her clitoris, then licked it lightly, and then kissed it
again, more
 slowly and completely. her clitoris was large and now red. i licked it
again. then i softly blew on it. it seemed to throb all by itself, begging
to be kissed.  i encircled her slick clitoris within my lips and i gently
gripped it with my front teeth, beng very careful not to hurt her. i began
to suck it. i tasted all her essences.... sweat, vagina fluids, perhaps a
dash of urine, and finally, maybe the taste of blood. her clitoris was a
dark shade of red now and looked to be very wet and very sore. i made
little circles around it and sucked it again, this time without
teeth. helen coooooooed her approval.

my chin was resting on the soft cushion of her lady belly. my own belly was
in the valley of her breasts. had my cock been longer, it may have nested
between those lovely globes, but alas, it was not. her vagina began to feel
very wet indeed. my tongue slid deep into the dark and widening crack of
her pussy, releasing that seashore scent.... and plunged inside her. i
licked deeper, harder, longer....she shuddered.  i slowed down and kissed
it, then licked it again. helen was cooing loudly and breathing hard.

her legs opened farther and her knees were now bent outward, like a baited
bear trap. my head went deeper and deeper into the trap. her thighs closed
around my head and her hips began to rock. her free hand held my face deep
in her slick, red twat. when i was deep enough, her hand retreated to join
the other one, still twiddling and pulling on my painfully erect penis. her
hands worked all over my little cock and balls.

i was hoping she would take it into her mouth, but she did not. she
expertly jerked me, slowly, matching my ministrations to her... she
signaled for me to increase my tempo by increasing the tempo in which she
masturbated me. her ass (my it WAS big, but very nice) bounced on the bed,
projected upward by her feet which were flat against the top of the
bed. her lovely full hips rotated and gyrated as she continued to slow-fuck
my face, caught as it was in the delicious grip of her vice-like
thighs... she shuddered again,longer this time, as if in the middle of
receiving an electric shock. her ass went higher, her cunt ground into my
face with more force... and then again. and again. and again. my jaw began
to ache. her legs opened wide again and a flow of thick juices streamed
slowly from her cunt. i lapped at it greedily, licking and sucking the
thick and salty gravy before it could meet the bedding. she shuddered a
thunderous orgasm, ass bucking, hips
 rotating, breasts shaking and quaking as i kissed, licked and sucked at
her rosy pink pussy.

"oh jimmy. jimmy. jimmy. what have you done to me, oh what have you done?"
you eat pussy better than a man...even better than a woman... better than a
girl.... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, what have you done???"

it was more than i could bear.

i murmured over and over..."i'm going to cum, i'm going to cummmm, i'm
going to cummmmmmmmmmmmm.

at the last possible moment, i felt full red, female lips clamp tightly
over me and a hot wet tongue violently lashing at the tip of my steely hard
yet diminutive penis. my balls bounced and banged into skin, into face,
into neck. i felt deep wet, hungry suction and felt a freight train leave
my balls, followed almost immediately by a spark which shook me from head
to toe. my eyes went out of focus, my back arched, and i began spurting. i
heard thick, wet breathing and sloppy swallowing sounds mixed with my own
pussy eating grunts... i had erupted into the craven and willing mouth of
my loving, depraved aunt.

if i die tonight i will go straight to hell.


continued.



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