Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 10:10:39 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
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.