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AUNT ANN\par}}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Although
 I had spent a large part of my teen years in the company of Aunt Ann or AA as I
 called her most of the time there were still surprises waiting as I sorted through
 her things after her death. I had been named executor of her estate for two reasons
, one I was the only one named and two I was about the only family she had left. 
Hell she was the only family I had other than my mother. Let my fill you in on a
 few things. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I was
 born in 1943 the only child of a navy man. Dad had been at Pearl when the bombs
 dropped and had been wounded. Not too severely but bad enough to be sent stateside
 to recover. Mom went to be with him and I was the result. I never met him. I\u8217
\'92ve got a few medals [ among them the Navy Cross] and a couple of letters. I 
gathered he was killed doing something heroic but it took me years to understand
 why he would choose medals over being with his son. Mom never remarried and in 
truth never got over her loss.  We lived in a small [ very small ] rural town. Between
 the size of the place and my birth year there were few kids my own age. Not a lot
 of births in 43 because of the war. We had a very small apartment on the edge of
 town and not a lot of money. Mom worked but jobs were scarce and low paying. We
 did get some money from the V.A. that helped a lot but we still ate a bunch of 
mac and cheese. The only family we had was Dad\u8217\'92s sister Ann. She owned 
largish farm set away from anybody else. By the time I was twelve it was within 
bicycle range of home and as she made me welcome I started spending a lo of my spare
 time there. At the time I had no idea of just how well off she was except to notice
 there was better food on the table and a few nice things around. She even owned
 a fairly new pickup. Later I realized she was also slipping Mom some extra cash
 from time to time. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28      Now 
AA was just enough different for folks to notice. For one there was the truck. Women
 just did not own trucks then even in the sticks where we were. Then there was the
 fact she had never married. Not such a big deal as maiden aunts were not real rare
 but still it was something. Some claimed to have seen pictures in magazines with
 her name on them but most doubted it. I did know she had spent a lot of time overseas
 before and during the war but I had no idea what she was doing over there or even
 where over there was. And last in a town where everybody had an account in every
 store in town AA always paid cash for everything. A very welcome habit to the storekeepers
 but one more thing to talk about. Still and all she treated me fine and allowed
 me to come and go as I wished within the accepted limits adults demanded of kids
. In the end that was more important than town gossip. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She was
 also the one that introduced me to photography. She was a fine photographer with
 more than a few good cameras and even had her own darkroom. Black and white only
 but still the only one I had ever heard of in our parts. She spent a lot of time
 teaching me about taking good pictures instead of just snapshots. I must have learned
 something because I went on to make a good living with a camera. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     There
 was one other thing that I\u8217\'92m sure was my little secret. AA was rather 
casual about clothes. She didn\u8217\'92t run around naked or anything but she often
 was dressed in a manner that would have shocked a lot of the church members. She
 was a small elfin woman. A little under five feet tall and perhaps ninety pounds
. Even at the age of fifty she was very pretty and looked much younger. Always claimed
 it was due to her active life and the foresight to pick good parents. She had small
 almost tiny breasts and a slim firm behind. She was fit and active right up to 
the day she died. Only the wrinkles and laugh lines gave her away.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     If you
 know anything about fourteen year old boys you know that they think and talk about
 sex a lot. Well that was me, only there was nobody I could talk to. A definite 
shortage of boys my own age. A lot eight or ten years younger and several a few 
years older but damn few my age. And the ones that were just didn\u8217\'92t seem
 to be on the same page I was most of the time. There were several girls but boys
 were scarce. I enjoyed the target rich environment later but at fourteen girls 
were just transitioning from playmates to something else.  Something strange and
 scary. As it worked out I got most of my dream material out at the farm. By the
 time I was thirteen I had noticed something about AA. She never wore a bra and 
was often without panties. Just a loose shirt or blouse over a short skirt or shorts
. I developed a habit of watching for chances to peek up, down, or around loose 
cloth for flashes of the things that were still mysteries to me. Got lucky enough
 to have a fair number of things to think about when I got the chance to wack off
. I knew there were things to do with what I was seeing but I was basically clueless
 as to just what they were.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Then 
one summer day when I was fifteen the boom dropped. I showed up to find the drapes
 pulled. She sometimes did that when she was working with flash or wanted a darkened
 area to photograph so I really didn\u8217\'92t think much about it. In fact I was
 kind of excited, I usually got a few good looks at things as she was bent over 
the viewfinder. Man I was dumb, I\u8217\'92d been looking at her private parts for
 two years and really believed she had not noticed. Anyway I walked in to find her
 dressed in a thigh length robe. She threw one at me and ordered me to go in the
 other room and strip except for the robe. Confused and a bit scared I had no choice
 but to comply. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28      When
 I returned to the room she was sitting on the couch looking at me with a small 
smile like she had a secret. A couple of glasses of wine were on the coffee table
 as she motioned me to take the chair in front of her. Then she hit me right between
 the eyes. I can still remember her exact words to this day. \u8220\'93All right
 Jeffrey, we need to talk. You\u8217\'92re fifteen and soon you\u8217\'92ll be a
 man and there\u8217\'92s things a man needs to know. Your father should be giving
 you this speech but he\u8217\'92s not here so I\u8217\'92m stuck. Well maybe I 
can do a better job anyway. I assume you like girls. Since you\u8217\'92ve been 
staring at whatever part of me that you could peek at  for the last two years I 
guess you must like what you see. Am I correct?\u8221\'94  Man, I was busted. I 
managed to stammer something in reply but I have no idea of what I said. She went
 on. \u8220\'93Don\u8217\'92t worry about it. If I minded I\u8217\'92d of put a 
stop to it when it started. Besides a girl likes to be admired. Your looking is 
normal and you have been fairly careful. What you didn\u8217\'92t, couldn\u8217\'92
t, know was you were set up. I knew this day would come but I wanted it to come 
in such a way as not to shock you too badly. Drink some wine and hang on tight boy
, the ride gets bumpy from here on.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She proceeded
 to quiz me on everything I knew, thought, or suspected about sex and girls. Now
 I was a country boy so I had the basics down from watching various dogs, cattle
, and horses but I must admit I was somewhat fuzzy on just how much of what I saw
 applied to humans. I figured there was more to it than just jumping on, biting 
the back of her neck, thrusting a few times before unloading in her and then getting
 off and going back to grazing. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     At first
 it was hard to talk about sex with her but she was brutally frank and honest with
 me. Besides she insisted on using the same words I had heard from the other kids
. I tried to use what I thought were the proper words but she stopped me, \u8220
\'93 Hell boy, the only person I\u8217\'92ve ever used the word virgina with is 
old Dr. Green. Everybody else calls it a cunt, pussy, box, or any number of other
 names. Just like I doubt you call that thing between your legs a penius. Its your
 cock, dick, rod, or something else. And I can damn well guarantee that you don\u8217
\'92t dream of my breasts when you whack off. Tits, boobs, knockers,  rack, but 
not breasts. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 Just forget
 trying to be formal and answer the questions. People call me your maiden aunt but
 that\u8217\'92s only half accurate. I\u8217\'92m your aunt but I\u8217\'92m sure
 as hell no maiden.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28      We must
 have spent a couple of hours just talking before we took a break. By then I had
 learned a lot. I figured we were through but I was wrong. I left to take a pee 
break and when I returned there was a low stool setting in front of AA. Before I
 could do more than notice it she stood and removed her robe. Under it was nothing
 but a nude aunt. I just froze in place with my mouth open in shock. Well I was 
in shock but I was still a fifteen year old boy seeing the first nude woman of my
 life. My eyes were not frozen and man were they getting a good look. AA was still
 something to look at. There wasn\u8217\'92t an ounce of fat on her small body. 
Her tits were a little larger than I had thought but there was almost no droop in
 them. She did a slow turn to display herself to me and I was treated to the sight
 of her small firm ass and her amazingly sexy back. Even today, years later I remember
 her as one of the sexiest women I have seen. By the time she was facing me again
 my robe had an embarrassing tent in it and when she caught my trying to hide it
 she reached over and removed my rode. Oh shit. For the first time I was naked in
 front of a woman and I had a hard on to boot. Unfortunately the ground didn\u8217
\'92t swallow me up and the sun kept shining. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Her laughter
 was not what I wanted to hear right about then but before I could react to it she
 managed to control herself. \u8220\'93 No Jeff  I\u8217\'92m not laughing at your
 hard on which by the way is a very nice one. It\u8217\'92s just that the look on
 your face was priceless. Goddamn that look alone was worth the whole thing. The
 hard on is just a nice bonus. Told you a girl likes to be admired and it\u8217\'92
s proof you like what you\u8217\'92re looking at. So go ahead and get a good look
. That\u8217\'92s why we\u8217\'92re naked. Most people would use pictures for this
 but I think real bodies are ever so much better. Besides getting used to being 
around a naked girl and relaxing about it will make you a better lover someday.  
Now relax, we are not going to have sex. We will explore things but this is school
 not playtime so pay attention.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    She sat
 me down on the stool and proceeded to expose every part of her body to my close
 up examination. And I mean every part. Along with a look I got commentary on how
 to touch, handle, kiss, and otherwise use each part. I learned just what was hidden
 by the lips of a pussy and what each part inside the cunt was and how to pleasure
 a woman with them. She was shameless about her body as she actually masturbated
 in front of me as a way of showing me what a woman liked. Then there was the dildo
 she used to explain how different positions led to different angles and feelings
. Once or twice she stopped and ordered me to jack myself off just to release the
 pent up desire. Her plan to relax me must have worked otherwise I would have rather
 died first. But I not only managed to do it but it was a very exciting experience
. And she was right, although we were both naked and talking all this sex stuff 
there was no sex between us, just a teacher teaching and a student learning. By 
the end of the day I was both exhausted and thrilled by the experience. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     From 
that day on our relationship changed as I\u8217\'92m sure she expected it would. 
No longer did I have to sneak peeks.  We were often nude together to the point of
 swapping back scrubs in the shower but it never went past a relaxed friendship. 
One of the big regrets in my life is the fact that we never made love. She was the
 first love of my life but it was a platonic one. Ah well, such is life and I am
 very grateful for her love and lessons. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She also
 started teaching me a lot more about photography. I must have taken thousands of
 pictures under her watchful eye. Taken and developed in her lab. As I look back
 she had to have invested a small fortune in film, paper, and chemicals. I also 
was privileged to shoot her in the nude. Lots of nude studies. Anybody can shoot
 naked pictures but most of them turn out looking dirty. It\u8217\'92s hard to take
 good nude shots, classy ones that are art instead of porn if you know what I mean
. She also taught me the business side of it all. How to sell my work, how to protect
 it, deciding just what was worth selling. Everything that I still use today. I 
often asked her how come she knew so much about it all but the only answer I ever
 received was that she had friends in the field and she had learned a lot from them
. It was obvious that there was more to it than that but it was her story and she
 stuck to it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     As I 
grew older I did manage to use AA\u8217\'92s lessons a lot and I\u8217\'92m sure
 my girlfriends appreciated the work she put into training me to be a good lover
. A couple were virgins that I took extra time with because I though I owed it to
 both them and to AA. I thing I left them as good lovers in touch with their bodies
 and interested in pleasing both themselves and their partners. At least I tried
 to and I believe it worked. Debts must be paid when we get the chance.  I became
 a fairly well known photographer with my work displayed in some high priced galleries
 and in some magazines such as Playboy and Esquire just name a couple. I\u8217\'92
m now married with a child on the way. I just wish she had stuck around long enough
 to be a great aunt to my kid. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I said
 there were still surprises waiting for me and there were. I had always known there
 was a closet off the darkroom but I had never been in there. AA said it was too
 dusty to open and get the lab all dirty so it remained shut all those years. Now
 the lab was no longer in use and I explored the contents of the closet. Surprise
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    Rather
 boxes and boxes of surprises.  One box was full of picture albums labeled for cities
. The old photos were of the life in those cities before the war, both everyday 
life and the things that most people would never find. Stuff like nude revues and
 crime scenes, sex shows and political meetings and rallies. Hell there was even
 shots of Hitler and his cronies. Other boxes had albums of war and ruined buildings
. Some of them were the same places seen in better times when they were filled with
 people instead of mangled bodies. Several albums were filled with pictures of a
 much younger AA. She was posed nude and clothed, alone and in company. Some were
 outright porn but still high class stuff. I never knew she had worked both sides
 of the camera although I should have guessed it from working with her. Just not
 smart enough at the time I guess. There were file folders full of contracts and
 proposals. Some old bank books revealed  that she had been fairly wealthy from 
her work. I had opened a door to a past I had never guessed at. A box full of awards
, a goddamn Pulitzer prize thrown in a box and forgotten. Then on a top shelf a 
small metal box with my name on it. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Inside
 was some keys to safe deposit boxes at a bank over to the nearest city and a note
\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f1\lang1033\fs28\kerning28 Dearest Jeff
, as you are reading this I must be dead. Do not grieve too much for an old woman
. I\u8217\'92ve had a good life with only one regret which I\u8217\'92ll talk about
 later. As you now know you are my sole heir. The farm is yours. Do with it as you
 wish. Live here, rent it, sell it. It has served its purpose, a place for me to
 retire from a life where I had some small successes and saw too much I wanted to
 forget. You have no doubt already seen the old albums so you have samples of what
  I mean. those too are yours to do with as you see fit. There may be some small
 historical value in them for those that did not witness the horrors first hand. 
The personal pictures [ and you know which ones those are ] you may wish to keep
 for yourself as memories. The awards I care nothing about. My rewards are in the
 pictures I took and in the people I met along the way. You are one of those people
, perhaps the most important one of all. You were my student and my friend at a 
time in my life when I had neither. We became friends and indeed lovers, the best
 lover I ever had. Which brings me back to my one regret. I so do wish that we had
 be able to become lovers in the physical sense. Dear Boy you have no idea of how
 much I wanted you, to have you inside my body, to share the pleasure of wonderful
 sex together. But it never was possible. Never would it have been right. So we 
had to settle for lonely solo acts at night instead. However I must tell you those
 lonely nights when I lay in bed thinking of you as my fingers brought me relief
 were still some the best, most exciting sex of my life. Do you still dream of me
 too or have I been replaced in your thoughts. Please do take the time to remember
 our times together, remember and perhaps lust a bit for the old woman who taught
 you so much.                                          \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f1\lang1033\fs28\kerning28                                                        
Love Forever\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f1\lang1033\fs28\kerning28                                                     
AA\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f1\lang1033\fs28\kerning28 Ps. The keys
 will get you what ever is left of my cash and those contracts that still pay money
. I know you are doing very well but remember it\u8217\'92s not all about art. A
 bit extra is always handy.  Goodbye my love. \par}

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