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The Hot Summer, Parts 6
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
One Hot Summer
Chapter Six
Auntie's Tale
As the first rays of the summer sun peeked into the window
of Sandy's sitting room, I felt her stir softly in my arms.
We lay together on her chaise lounge, with her firm, warm
butt pressed against my flaccid cock. The fluids we had
exchanged with such ferocity the night before were dried and
smeared across her ass cheeks, and the matted hair of my
crotch, and despite the temptation of that lovely butt
pressed against me, I felt the need for a shower.
I gently rose from the chaise, careful not to wake Sandy. I
tiptoed from her sitting room, down the hall and up the
stairs to my room. I ran the shower until the water was as
hot as I could stand it, then stepped in. I stood under the
hot water for a full five minutes, letting the heat soak
into my bones.
After towelling off, I walked into my bedroom, and collapsed
onto my bed. For the first time in my young life, I was
spent.
I quickly dozed off and slept soundly for a couple of hours.
I awoke to the sound of my bedroom door knob being turned. I
was naked as a jaybird, and I had rolled over onto my back
in my sleep. As usual for that age I had a fierce erection,
and the thought of Mom walking in to such a sight made me
fumble for the covers. Really, it was hopeless. I was laying
on a the bedspread of a fully made bed, so there were no
covers to find. So without thinking, I lay still and closed
my eyes, feigning sleep.
The door opened, and as I peeked through my eyelids, I saw a
laundry basket come through the door, followed by Auntie.
She was making her morning rounds of the bedrooms in the
house, picking up laundry to wash. As she came fully into
view, so did I, and what a sight I was! Completely naked,
with a towering erection of the kind only a teenager can
manage, asleep or awake.
As I peeked through my closed eyelids, I lay as still as
death on the bed. As her eyes beheld the sight on the bed,
they opened as wide as half dollars, and she gave a stiffled
little cry of shock and surprise. To my surprise, however,
she didn't flee the scene, she simply stood there as
mesmerized as a mongoose in the presence of a cobra.
After what seemed an eternity, she blinked, and backed
quietly through the door, closing it behind her.
As the door closed, I exhaled a long breath, and opened my
eyes, strangely excited by the experience of being "peeked
at"!
After a half hour or so, I got up and dressed, and headed
for the kitchen.
At the kitchen table I found a decidedly sleepy looking
Sandy leaning over a bowl of cereal. I gave her a chaste
little peck on the cheek, and walked into main kitched,
where Mom and Auntie were drinking a morning cup of coffee
standing at the counter.
Mom gave me a nice smile along with her "good morning dear",
and I thought I detected a blush on Auntie's cheeks as she
added a soft greeting to Mom's.
I returned their greeting with a shy smile, and proceeded to
grab cereal and a bowl from the cabinet, and milk from the
refrigerator. I sat at the table across from Sandy, and
munched quietly on the cereal. After a minute or so without
conversation, Sandy rose from the table and walked up the
stairs to her room.
Mom left the kitchen toward the front of the house, and
Auntie picked up the laundry basket and headed for the
laundry room in the basement. Feeling a little tired from my
exertions of the day before, I rose from the table and
poured myself a cup of black coffee. As I thought about
Auntie at my door this morning frozen in place by the sight
of my rampant cock, I felt a little thrill run up my
backbone. She wasn't a bad looking woman for her age, and
her breasts were absolutely apocalyptic. My thoughts ran
back to our silent, steamy encounter a few weeks back, and I
recalled with a shiver the intensity, almost desperation, of
her lovemaking. No one in the family ever talked much about
her past, and I knew there was more to her than met the
casual eye. I resolved to do a little quiet research on
Auntie, and now seemed like as good a time as any to start.
Taking a last sip from the hot, bitter black coffee, I
proceeded to the cellar, closing the door at the top of the
stairs behind me.
Our laundry room was a long, narrow space against one wall
of the basement, dimly lit by a single, bare overhead light.
A false partition wall separated it from the finished part
of the cellar, and it was about ten feet long by four feet
wide, much of which was taken up with a washer, dryer, and
water heater. Between the appliances and the partition wall
was about three feet, barely enough space to work in.
As I appproached the room, I could see Auntie moving clothes
from the basket into the washer. Her back was to me, and she
didn't hear my approach.
She was dressed in a housecoat bathrobe of ancient vintage
which reached almost to her ankles, and I supposed that she
had a granny type nightgown underneath. As she bent to pick
up the clothes her housecoat stretched across her ample
buttocks.
I stood unnoticed at the door while she emptied the basket.
As she finished she turned to face the washer, and caight
sight of me watching her. She started and cried "Oh, my
goodness, where did you come from?"
"Just looking for socks", I replied, and moved as if to pass
her in the narrow space between the washer and the wall.
"Goodness, it's not nice to sneak up on people." she said,
pressing up against the washer to let me pass.
"Well", I replied, "I guess that makes us even..."
"Whatever do you mean?' she answered a little hoarsely.
By this time I was squeezed between Auntie's buttocks, and
the wall, and I stoppped with my front pressing gently into
her rear, as she bent slightly over the washer.
"I mean, now we're even, you peeked at me this morning...",
I replied softly.
As I stood pressed against the cheeks of her ass I could
feel my cock hardening, and so could she. I placed one hand
on each ample hip and gently pushed the lump in my pants
into the crease of her buttocks. She groaned softly, but
said nothing.
With my hands I slowly pulled her housecoat up until it, and
the granny nightgown beneath were bunched around her waist.
As it slid up over her ass, she groaned again softly.
I gently moved my right hand down between her legs, running
my finger along the slick groove of her pussy until I found
her hard little clit. As my fingers touched it, she gave a
start, but not a word escaped her lips. Her eyes were
clenched tightly shut, and her hands clutched the sides of
the washer.
I massaged gently the base of her huge, erect clit between
two wet fingers. As my fingers caressed her, her breathing
became deep and regular, and she began to push back
rhythmically, and moan softly.
By this time my cock was as hard as a pine tree, and with my
left hand I pulled my jeans down far enough to free it from
its restraints. As it jerked free it pressed into the crack
of Auntie's soft white ass.
By this time her movements in response to my manual careses
had become faster, almost spasmodic, and her breath was
coming in short gasps. When she felt my cock pressing into
her ass she exploded, pressing her hips alternately back to
me, and forward into the washing machine, uncontrollably,
each jerking motion accompanied by a grunt and a shower of
lubrication onto my busy right hand. After a dozen or so of
these spasms she collapsed, unmoving , against the washer.
I slowly withdrew my hand from between her legs. It was
literally dripping with the fruits of her orgasm, and I
wrapped it tightly around my throbbing pole, stroking up and
down along its length. I just had to get it into Aunties
hot, slick tunnel, and I pushed it between her legs,
searching for the opening. As the engorged heah of my cock
pushed between her pussy lips, she groaned softly.
With excruciating and delicious deliberation her hot, soft
tunnel swallowed the length of my painfully swollen cock. As
I pressed forward into her, I felt the head push up the
length of her slick vagina until it wore her cervix like a
too small hat. Now it was my turn to groan with the sheer
ecstasy of the sensation.
Just as slowly, I pulled back until the end of my penis
rested at the very entrance to her vagina, held in place by
the gentle sucking of her pussy lips, then I pressed forward
again. The sensation of her vagina surrounding and
swallowing my cock was the most intense I have ever
experienced. The taught muscles of her tunnel gripped my
painfully hard shaft gently and insistently until the head
pushed into her cervix, then, reluctantly surrendered it as
I slowly pulled back for another thrust. This was too
intense to last long, and I could feel the eruption building
from my swollen balls. As I pushed forward for the fourth of
fifth time, I felt on the ragged edge of control, as my hot
seed began to push up the lenght of my cock.
I don't think that young men have too many brain cells
involved in pursuits other than the propagation of the
species, and in my case at that moment it was certainly
true. Every fibre of my being and consciousness was at that
moment utterly devoted to pushing the stuff in my scrotum as
far into Auntie's womb as my swollen manhood could reach.
And her wonderful soft, hot, moist, mature, womanly
equipment was cooperating and encouraging in that pursuit to
the utmost. There are a few moments in life where "what
happens next" is absolutely beyond the control of the
participants, and this was certainly such a moment. As I
felt the first spasm grip my body, I pressed desperately
deep into Auntie's willing womb. Pushing forward, and
pulling her gorgeous broad hips back into my abdomen, I
splashed the first offering deep into her body with a
shuddering cry, and withdrew partially to prepare the next
one.
Somewhere in the back of my overheated brain perhaps a
single cell, somehow uninvolved in the action, stood sentry.
In the midst of our frantic embrace this single cell saved
my life. Somehow it detected the sound of the cellar door
opening, and it passed along the information through the
smoke and flames to what passed for my teenage "control
center". Certain things, however, were beyond the control of
the higher functions of the teenage male brain. The second
shot boiling up the length of my swollen shaft was quite
beyond recall. However instead of flooding the open door of
Auntie's willing womb, the hot seed hosed forcefully into
the crack of her ass as I withdrew frantically from our
embrace.
I could hear footsteps on the stairs as I pushed my still
squirting cock into the confines of a very tight pair of
jeans, and concurrently pulled Aunties housecoat over her
ass. As my third and fourth spasms emptied helplessly into
my jockey shorts, I stood Auntie up as best I could,
whispering frantically that "someone is coming" into her
ear. She tottered slightly, but leaned against the washer
for support as I stuffed my swollen and soaking wet organ
into one leg of my pants, and swiveled around to face away
from the door, fumbling in a pile of laundry.
At that moment Mom appeared in the laundry room door with
another basket of laundry.I grabbed a pair of socks and a
towel from the pile of clean laundry, and edged past Auntie
toward the door, placing the towel strategically to hide
the swelling in my pants, as well as the stain spreading
from my crotch down one leg.
As I passed Auntie, I avoided looking at Mom, staring
instead at the concrete floor. To my horror I saw that the
sperm I had shot between Auntie's buttocks, as well as the
massive load I had washed against her cervix had combined
and run down her legs to puddle on the floor between her
feet. There was absolutely no mistaking what that puddle
was. It sat on the grey concrete like a flashing neon sign.
Over the years I've become quite a successful person, and
I've learned that the single most important ingredient in
success is luck. My luck started on that day, at that exact
moment. I had nothing to do with it. I was frozen in place,
tottering on the edge of ruin. If I had used the towel to
blot the puddle, I would have revealed both the still
engorged state of my organ, and the spreading stain on my
jeans. It was a Hobson's choice.
As Mom entered the small laundry room carrying the laundry
basket in front of her, Auntie took a step back toward the
dryer to make room. Mom then placed her basket on the floor,
directly in front of the washer, and directly on top of the
evidence. Barely able to control my emotions, I squirted
through the door and up the stairs to my room, leaving karma
to karma.
Chapter 7
The Sleepover
(Continued)
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