Aunt Rose spread her legs out wide on the bed. I shifted my position so that I was kneeling between them in order to show her what had happened. I had often seen Aunt Rose in her bikini – either by the poolside or when we went swimming at the river -but the view that I had of her now excited me in a way that I had never before experienced. Her parted legs were somehow extraordinarily beautiful and enticing, or perhaps it was the sight of her slim-cut, frilly pink panties with the damp patch over her love nest. Soldier boy had become a metronome of my heart, pulsing with its every beat. I felt immense pressure building around his head: it was simultaneously almost unbearable and immensely pleasureful. But I didn’t have time to fully appreciate Aunt Rose’s luscious body or these feelings because she grew impatient at my gawping.
“Come, on, Johnny! Show me how you touched Helen.”
I reached out with my hand and stroked her love nest, concentrating on the damp patch as I intuitively felt that is where it would feel most exciting. I enjoyed caressing Aunt Rose’s love nest so much that I probably spent longer at it than I had with Helen.
“Oh, ah!” I heard Aunt Rose moan and withdrew my hand, frightened that I had hurt her.
“Sorry, auntie.”
“It’s alright, Johnny, you needn’t have stopped. I wasn’t hurting. I was just sighing, that’s all.”
“Well, that’s all I touched Helen, anyway, auntie.”
“Was there no more?” Again, she sounded disappointed.
“Well, I did kiss her there also.”
“You did? Show me please.”
I bent down and kissed Aunt Rose’s love nest. It was a completely different experience to kissing Helen. This was far more intoxicating. As soon as I approached my aunt’s love nest I was beguiled by the aroma exuding from her mound. I hesitated, allowing my nose to brush against her nest before I lowered my lips to kiss the damp patch on her panties. That’s when I felt Aunt Rose lift her nest up towards my mouth, increasing the pressure between us.
“Oh, ah!” I heard her moan again. This time I lingered longer, much more so than I had with Helen, kissing her again and again, using my tongue against the material of her panties and allowing my aunt to control the pressure between us. But then I withdrew my mouth, thinking that I couldn’t be too untrue to what had passed between Helen and me.
“Oh! You’ve stopped again… there was no need.”
Now that I’d knelt up again, I could see that Aunt Rose was clearly flushed in the face. I formed the distinct impression that she hadn’t wanted me to stop, despite the fact that I was meant to be showing her what Helen and I had done.
“But that’s all I did to Helen, auntie. In fact, that was slightly more,” I blushed.
“I see. Alright then, what did she do to you? You were lying on the bed when I came in. She was clearly in control. Lie back, please, and show me.”
I did as Aunt Rose asked. She straddled over my legs, hitching her skirt up so as to ease her position. Then she knelt back on my legs, taking time to admire my soldier, who was standing upright, pulsing with excitement. I took the opportunity to gaze back at her. That afternoon, it felt as though I was seeing her for the first time. She seemed extremely beautiful. Her shoulder-length brown hair had become slightly disheveled during my testimony and was partially covering her pretty face. Her summer top was cut low, revealing a full bosom that buoyed gently up and down on her breath. I could also see where soldier boy’s leakage had stained her skirt, close to her groin area. He was still dribbling now, causing a puddle of sticky fluid on my own tummy.
“You seem to be very excited, Johnny,” she said, smiling. I blushed.
“Sorry, auntie.”
“No need to apologise. It’s entirely healthy and normal. I’m glad that your auntie isn’t putting you off.”
“I think you’re very beautiful, auntie,” I said, surprising myself with my own boldness.
“Why, thank you, young man. That’s lesson number one for you: always flatter your woman.”
She giggled: it was a lovely sound.
“But you were going to tell me what Helen did to you…”
“Well, very similar to what I did to her, auntie. She kissed my nipples, then my soldier…”
“What? She kissed your cock? Where? Did she put it in her mouth?”
“No, no auntie. She just briefly kissed the tip.”
“What? Like this?”
Aunt Rose bent down towards soldier boy. She brought her lips onto his head, parting them slightly so that they embraced half of it, then used her tongue to lick around the tip.
“Oh! Ah, auntie!”
“Like that?” she asked again.
“Well, no. She just kissed the tip; she didn’t lick or wrap her lips around it. What you just did was much nicer.”
“I see. And how did she touch your member? Did she stroke it?”
“No, auntie. She just flicked it with her fingers. Like this.” And I demonstrated the motion for Aunt Rose without quite touching soldier boy.
“Like this?” she repeated, flicking soldier boy with the tips of her fingers.
“That’s right. Two times.”
Aunt Rose didn’t take the hint but instead continued looking pensively; first at me, then at soldier boy. It wasn’t an angry stare; she had calmed down from the rage she had been in when she had first entered the room. She had placed her hand on my tummy to the side of soldier boy and was stroking me gently with the backs of her fingers. She seemed to be pondering something.
“Your mother tells me that you’ve never had a girlfriend. Is that right, Johnny? Or have you been seeing someone that she doesn’t know about?”
“No, auntie, I’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know, auntie. I’m a bit shy, I suppose, and I’m frightened of being rejected.”
“Really? Why would you be rejected? A good looking young man like you?”
I blushed at Aunt Rose’s compliment, but said nothing in response. Aunt Rose continued in her thoughtful mode for a moment, then lifted her hand off my tummy and flicked soldier boy to the side once more. My member was still rigid and oozing pre-cum. Aunt Rose flicked him once more: he was yearning to explode!
“I suppose you find pretty girls intimidating?” she asked, stroking my tummy once more.
“A bit, yes, auntie.”
“Is that why you tend to favour Helen over Rhoanna, say?”
“I suppose… Rhoanna is very pretty. Helen is pretty too but she’s a bit of a tom-boy. I find it easier to get along with her.”
“She’s less scary?”
“Yes,” I agreed.
Aunt Rose paused to ponder whatever issue she was grappling with, then she flicked soldier boy a couple of more times. I was desperate for her to grab him and rub him up and down. I raised my hips up slightly as a hint.
“Well,” she said, flicking soldier boy one more time, “if this is all Helen did then I can see why your cock is behaving the way it is. I would say that he is in need of some urgent relief. Does he feel tight to you, Johnny?”
“Yes, auntie, he feels as though he is about to explode. It’s a pleasant feeling though.”
“Yes, I’m sure it is. Well, you’re a young man and your cock will need regular attention and relief. All this fluid is dribbling out because it needs release. Keeping all this excitement pent up will do no good at all. You will just become crotchety and bad tempered. I’m afraid that Helen just didn’t know what to do. But I could help you, if you like, Johnny. Would you like me to?”
“Yes, please, auntie.”
Aunt Rose kept up the gentle stroking of my tummy: it felt gorgeous and I felt bold enough to push my bottom up off the bed again, indicating that I was enjoying her massage.
“Alright,” she said, having reached her decision. “So… I’m going to offer you a deal. You’re here for the rest of the vacation. Stay away from Helen and the girls. Unless we’re doing things as a family group, you can spend your time with me. I will be your girlfriend, and teach you about being a real man. Would you like that?”
“Yes, auntie.”
“So: deal?”
“Deal.”
“Good.” Aunt Rose’s smile lit up her face. “Let me help you out now, then, quickly. I do need to go and admonish Helen but I don’t think we’ll take long giving you some comfort.”
Aunt Rose shifted her position to lie alongside me on the bed, facing me.
“Come on, Johnny, turn to face me and come closer. That’s it.”
I shuffled over towards her. She placed one leg over my thigh, pulling me even closer. Soldier boy was still rock hard and exuding the most pleasurable sensations, as well as a steady stream of sticky fluid. We were so close now that he was pushing at Aunt Rose’s tummy through her top: she didn’t seem to mind at all. Aunt Rose placed her arm round my back and pulled my face closer to hers, then kissed me full on the lips.
ZAP!
It felt as though an electric shock had just surged through my entire body. I had never kissed on the lips before and the sensation was overwhelming. Aunt Rose kept her lips against mine, offering sweet kisses. Emboldened, I returned them, mimicking her actions. When she opened her mouth and started using her tongue to push into mine my excitement rose tenfold. Again, I copied her movements: I was finding kissing with tongues to be immensely pleasurable.
Aunt Rose’s hand left the back of my head and moved between us, towards soldier boy. She eased backwards to give herself room to reach him. When she touched soldier boy’s sacs and then moved up to wrap her hand around him, squeezing gently, I thought that he would explode, the sensation resonating throughout my body.
“Oh, auntie. That’s nice,” I mumbled through our kisses.
But then she started pumping soldier boy up and down. It was too much to bear. After just three strokes I was about to explode.
“Oh, auntie, I think I need to… ahh…”
“Shhh,” she said, continuing to stroke and squeeze soldier boy. “It’s alright. That’s exactly what should happen. Open yourself up to the rhythm, let all that fluid gush out. Enjoy.”
Aunt Rose resumed kissing me sensuously. She reduced her pressure and speed but continued to manipulate soldier boy even as I began to shake with my excitement. Intuitively, I thrust my groin towards her in time with the spasms of pleasure sweeping through soldier boy. I could feel my tummy becoming slippery wet from the sticky fluid that was shooting from my soldier. Eventually, as the orgasm subsided, I was able to resume breathing:
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