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I need a "mommy" to do that for me. Of course one good turn deserves another.
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I'm sure most people here at lit have had this fantasy from time to time.....
I'm sure most people here at lit have had this fantasy from time to time.....
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There it was. The question. The accusation.
Miserable, I nodded and then swigged beer. To my surprise the can came away empty.
I hung my head, ashamed that Jean had divined my interest -- which was hardly surprising since I must have made it plainly obvious: nineteen years old, always visiting my sexy aunt, gawping at her...
Jean must have been able to read me like a book. The thoughts in my head might as well have been banner headlines.
"Have you?" she persisted. "Tell me, Carl."
"I can't help it, Aunt Jean," I whined, finally looking into her face. I saw kindness and understanding there, and my aunt's lack of anger and condemnation unblocked the flow of words. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I just saw you in the garden, back in the summer. You were in your pink bikini and you looked so ... so..."
Jean leaned back, the action causing her skirt to ride higher on her legs, a phenomenon not lost on me despite my anxious babbling and the need for Jean to understand.
"All right, Carl," my aunt said, her voice a balm. "Calm down. It isn't the end of the world. These things do happen you know. You're a young man, full of life and hormones. You just saw something in me that triggered a ... response."
"But you're not angry at me?" I asked.
Jean chuckled and shook her head. She rested her elbow on the arm of the sofa, a forefinger lightly placed against her cheek. She grinned at me, the whole pose and look unintentionally provocative.
"No," my aunt said while my eyes flicked to where her breasts were outlined against her blouse.
My attention then moved to the expanse of thigh before returning to Jean's face.
"I'm not angry. But I think we need to clear the air, Carl. You need to stop whatever it is you're doing. Get a girlfriend, a proper girlfriend. Focus your ... erm ... attention on a girl closer to your own age. And one who isn't your mum's sister."
I blushed at the reminder, my eyes slinking away from Jean's gaze.
But I looked at her body again, seeing her reclining there, so ripe and lush and desirable. Lust burst inside me while images of my aunt as I'd seen her came to mind.
Before I realised it my hand was on her knee, the palm sliding down to the hem of Jean's skirt. Her skin was so soft!
The long, lean muscles in Jean's thighs tensed. "Carl!" she yelped. "What the hell are you doing?"
My aunt flinched but did nothing to remove my fingers.
"I just wanted to touch you, Aunt Jean." The words came out of me all thick and clotted with lust. I was on fire for my aunt, reckless with desire and pent up frustration. "Your legs," I gasped, palms sliding over the woman's thighs. "You're gorgeous, Aunt Jean. Please," I begged, desperation making me bold. I was going crazy with yearning for her.
"Carl," hissed Jean, her eyes wide with shock. "You shouldn't do that. You can't touch me. For God's sake, Carl!"
But I was insane. At that moment I was gripped by dark urges so powerful I didn't have the strength to deny them. My lust was all-consuming. I couldn't see beyond the immediate. It was all about the texture of Jean's skin under my palms, the heat of, her, her scent and the wonder of how she would taste.
If only I could lick her.
My fingers dug into tender flesh, my intention to get her legs open so I could yank her underwear aside and lap at her sex.
"Carl..." Jean gasped. "You shouldn't...
"Carl, please, you can't touch me like that."
Something pierced the carapace of that insanity: the tone of my aunt's voice or the realisation I was forcing myself on her shattered the craziness, I'm still not sure.
I flung myself away, staring at my aunt while she sucked in deep breaths, her eyes locked on my face, her mouth an O of surprise.
We stayed like that for half-a-minute or more: two wrestlers between rounds.
"Aunt Jean," I moaned, leaning forward, head in my hands, my life spiralling away. I saw a cold, bleak future as a pariah ahead of me. I would be the one cast out by the family, my name never mentioned. "Oh, God, Aunt Jean ... I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Carl," my aunt crooned, her hand soothing on the back of my head as she stroked my hair. "You got carried away. I can understand that, honey. Things got a bit mad. But the important thing is you stopped it. Don't worry. It'll be all right. I'm not angry, Carl. You just surprised me; that's all."
My aunt rose to her feet.
I blinked and stared up at her. I was helpless.
"Another beer?" she asked, calm as you like. I don't know about you, but I could do with another drink..."
She left me sitting there, my head awhirl, emotions shot, my cock slackening.
It only seemed like Jean was away for a few seconds. Then she was back, walking to me and thrusting another can into my hand before the sofa slumped beneath her weight.
Jean collapsed into the seat next to me, holding the long-stemmed goblet aloft, her legs crossed once more. But what I noticed about her positioning was that she was turned towards me, sitting with her legs crossed, a subtle reversal to her previous attitude.
"So," my aunt began. "Where were we?" She sipped her drink and then rested her head on one fist, her elbow against the sofa.
I had no clue as to a proper response since my mind was still busy with what had happened and her calm attitude.
So I kept quiet.
Jean shifted her rump, eyebrows arching, her eyes wide, questioning.
The look she gave me goaded me into an insipid reply. "Aunt Jean," I mumbled. "I'm sorry. I ... It..."
Damn but didn't she just look so fucking lovely sitting there with her legs on display, those big tits beneath that blouse. She was all blonde and luscious, and all it would take would be for me to rip the blouse open and my aunt's big boobs would be right there. I could force her legs apart and yank her underwear away from her body...
My aunt drained the glass, threw me a look, and then leaned over to place the empty goblet onto the table.
"Tell me," she said, head canted to one side. "How do you feel, Carl? What is it about me that ... you know ... what is it that makes you feel the way you do?"
Where could I begin?
My cheeks burned, and for want of a diversion I popped the tab on the beer, swigging a third before wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.
My cock felt enormous. It was rock hard inside the constrictions of my jeans. I wanted to reposition the thing, to ease the discomfort. It was lodged in there and pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.
But I couldn't do that in front of my aunt, so I sat there and suffered with it.
"I dunno," Aunt Jean I eventually replied.
My aunt scoffed at the response. "Come on, Carl," she said, "I want to know. If you tell me I can help you, perhaps; if I know what it is I do that makes you feel the way you do, then I can stop doing it."
I looked into her face.
"I ... I ... uh ... I don't think you could stop doing it, Aunt Jean. It ... uh ... it's everything.
"I think you're lovely." My cheeks were really on fire by then. I couldn't believe I was saying what I was. I couldn't believe we were actually having that conversation.
Glancing at my aunt's legs, I continued. "You've got great legs," I croaked, desire flaring hotter inside me as I began to list my aunt's attributes. "Your body, Aunt Jean..." My cheeks ballooned as I shook my head, air coming out of me. "You're so pretty ... Beautiful. I think you're beautiful, Aunt Jean. Really sexy," I added," squirming to relieve some of the pressure on my dick. "I love the way you dress. You're all covered up, but you show off what you've got.
"Your..." I croaked before pausing to swallow the house brick lodged in my throat. "Your boobs..."
My aunt stared at me for so long I thought I'd offended her.
"Oh, God, Carl..." my aunt breathed. "I knew you had a crush on me, but..." She stared at me for a few more seconds -- an eternity. "How do you feel right at this moment, Carl?
How did she think I felt? I was absolutely mad horny to fuck the arse of her. I wanted her to suck my cock and wank it until I came all over her big tits; I wanted to see her naked, to touch her, to feel her skin and hear her moan.
All that was going through my head, but all I did was shrug and say, "Well, you know, Aunt Jean."
What happened next is a bit vague. I don't know who moved first. It could have been me, but it just as easily might have been her. We were closing in on each other, our faces on a collision course. I know I reached out and put the palm of one hand on my aunt's leg, and I definitely heard her let out a low moan.
We both stopped, inches apart.
My aunt flicked a glance at my hand. "You shouldn't do that," she mumbled, her eyes searching my face while, as before, she did nothing about my fingers touching her.
Jean moved in closer and sort of bit the air between us three times. It was like she was opening her mouth to say something, but decided against it. When I look back now I realise she was moving in to kiss me, changing her mind at the last moment, only to repeat the process a moment later.
My heart was thumping. I somehow sensed we were on the edge of some huge event. It seemed to me on some vague, instinctive level, that if I leaned in and kissed my aunt's mouth, she might reciprocate.
I just didn't have the nerve to make a move.
What if I had it wrong? What if I kissed her and all hell broke loose?
So I sat there with Jean's heavy-lidded stare on my face, my hand on her leg.
Next, apparently of its own accord, my hand slid over smooth skin until my fingers found the tender flesh of Jean's inner thigh.
She let out that low moan again. Once more she uttered, "You shouldn't be doing that, Carl."
Miserable, I nodded and then swigged beer. To my surprise the can came away empty.
I hung my head, ashamed that Jean had divined my interest -- which was hardly surprising since I must have made it plainly obvious: nineteen years old, always visiting my sexy aunt, gawping at her...
Jean must have been able to read me like a book. The thoughts in my head might as well have been banner headlines.
"Have you?" she persisted. "Tell me, Carl."
"I can't help it, Aunt Jean," I whined, finally looking into her face. I saw kindness and understanding there, and my aunt's lack of anger and condemnation unblocked the flow of words. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I just saw you in the garden, back in the summer. You were in your pink bikini and you looked so ... so..."
Jean leaned back, the action causing her skirt to ride higher on her legs, a phenomenon not lost on me despite my anxious babbling and the need for Jean to understand.
"All right, Carl," my aunt said, her voice a balm. "Calm down. It isn't the end of the world. These things do happen you know. You're a young man, full of life and hormones. You just saw something in me that triggered a ... response."
"But you're not angry at me?" I asked.
Jean chuckled and shook her head. She rested her elbow on the arm of the sofa, a forefinger lightly placed against her cheek. She grinned at me, the whole pose and look unintentionally provocative.
"No," my aunt said while my eyes flicked to where her breasts were outlined against her blouse.
My attention then moved to the expanse of thigh before returning to Jean's face.
"I'm not angry. But I think we need to clear the air, Carl. You need to stop whatever it is you're doing. Get a girlfriend, a proper girlfriend. Focus your ... erm ... attention on a girl closer to your own age. And one who isn't your mum's sister."
I blushed at the reminder, my eyes slinking away from Jean's gaze.
But I looked at her body again, seeing her reclining there, so ripe and lush and desirable. Lust burst inside me while images of my aunt as I'd seen her came to mind.
Before I realised it my hand was on her knee, the palm sliding down to the hem of Jean's skirt. Her skin was so soft!
The long, lean muscles in Jean's thighs tensed. "Carl!" she yelped. "What the hell are you doing?"
My aunt flinched but did nothing to remove my fingers.
"I just wanted to touch you, Aunt Jean." The words came out of me all thick and clotted with lust. I was on fire for my aunt, reckless with desire and pent up frustration. "Your legs," I gasped, palms sliding over the woman's thighs. "You're gorgeous, Aunt Jean. Please," I begged, desperation making me bold. I was going crazy with yearning for her.
"Carl," hissed Jean, her eyes wide with shock. "You shouldn't do that. You can't touch me. For God's sake, Carl!"
But I was insane. At that moment I was gripped by dark urges so powerful I didn't have the strength to deny them. My lust was all-consuming. I couldn't see beyond the immediate. It was all about the texture of Jean's skin under my palms, the heat of, her, her scent and the wonder of how she would taste.
If only I could lick her.
My fingers dug into tender flesh, my intention to get her legs open so I could yank her underwear aside and lap at her sex.
"Carl..." Jean gasped. "You shouldn't...
"Carl, please, you can't touch me like that."
Something pierced the carapace of that insanity: the tone of my aunt's voice or the realisation I was forcing myself on her shattered the craziness, I'm still not sure.
I flung myself away, staring at my aunt while she sucked in deep breaths, her eyes locked on my face, her mouth an O of surprise.
We stayed like that for half-a-minute or more: two wrestlers between rounds.
"Aunt Jean," I moaned, leaning forward, head in my hands, my life spiralling away. I saw a cold, bleak future as a pariah ahead of me. I would be the one cast out by the family, my name never mentioned. "Oh, God, Aunt Jean ... I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Carl," my aunt crooned, her hand soothing on the back of my head as she stroked my hair. "You got carried away. I can understand that, honey. Things got a bit mad. But the important thing is you stopped it. Don't worry. It'll be all right. I'm not angry, Carl. You just surprised me; that's all."
My aunt rose to her feet.
I blinked and stared up at her. I was helpless.
"Another beer?" she asked, calm as you like. I don't know about you, but I could do with another drink..."
She left me sitting there, my head awhirl, emotions shot, my cock slackening.
It only seemed like Jean was away for a few seconds. Then she was back, walking to me and thrusting another can into my hand before the sofa slumped beneath her weight.
Jean collapsed into the seat next to me, holding the long-stemmed goblet aloft, her legs crossed once more. But what I noticed about her positioning was that she was turned towards me, sitting with her legs crossed, a subtle reversal to her previous attitude.
"So," my aunt began. "Where were we?" She sipped her drink and then rested her head on one fist, her elbow against the sofa.
I had no clue as to a proper response since my mind was still busy with what had happened and her calm attitude.
So I kept quiet.
Jean shifted her rump, eyebrows arching, her eyes wide, questioning.
The look she gave me goaded me into an insipid reply. "Aunt Jean," I mumbled. "I'm sorry. I ... It..."
Damn but didn't she just look so fucking lovely sitting there with her legs on display, those big tits beneath that blouse. She was all blonde and luscious, and all it would take would be for me to rip the blouse open and my aunt's big boobs would be right there. I could force her legs apart and yank her underwear away from her body...
My aunt drained the glass, threw me a look, and then leaned over to place the empty goblet onto the table.
"Tell me," she said, head canted to one side. "How do you feel, Carl? What is it about me that ... you know ... what is it that makes you feel the way you do?"
Where could I begin?
My cheeks burned, and for want of a diversion I popped the tab on the beer, swigging a third before wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.
My cock felt enormous. It was rock hard inside the constrictions of my jeans. I wanted to reposition the thing, to ease the discomfort. It was lodged in there and pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.
But I couldn't do that in front of my aunt, so I sat there and suffered with it.
"I dunno," Aunt Jean I eventually replied.
My aunt scoffed at the response. "Come on, Carl," she said, "I want to know. If you tell me I can help you, perhaps; if I know what it is I do that makes you feel the way you do, then I can stop doing it."
I looked into her face.
"I ... I ... uh ... I don't think you could stop doing it, Aunt Jean. It ... uh ... it's everything.
"I think you're lovely." My cheeks were really on fire by then. I couldn't believe I was saying what I was. I couldn't believe we were actually having that conversation.
Glancing at my aunt's legs, I continued. "You've got great legs," I croaked, desire flaring hotter inside me as I began to list my aunt's attributes. "Your body, Aunt Jean..." My cheeks ballooned as I shook my head, air coming out of me. "You're so pretty ... Beautiful. I think you're beautiful, Aunt Jean. Really sexy," I added," squirming to relieve some of the pressure on my dick. "I love the way you dress. You're all covered up, but you show off what you've got.
"Your..." I croaked before pausing to swallow the house brick lodged in my throat. "Your boobs..."
My aunt stared at me for so long I thought I'd offended her.
"Oh, God, Carl..." my aunt breathed. "I knew you had a crush on me, but..." She stared at me for a few more seconds -- an eternity. "How do you feel right at this moment, Carl?
How did she think I felt? I was absolutely mad horny to fuck the arse of her. I wanted her to suck my cock and wank it until I came all over her big tits; I wanted to see her naked, to touch her, to feel her skin and hear her moan.
All that was going through my head, but all I did was shrug and say, "Well, you know, Aunt Jean."
What happened next is a bit vague. I don't know who moved first. It could have been me, but it just as easily might have been her. We were closing in on each other, our faces on a collision course. I know I reached out and put the palm of one hand on my aunt's leg, and I definitely heard her let out a low moan.
We both stopped, inches apart.
My aunt flicked a glance at my hand. "You shouldn't do that," she mumbled, her eyes searching my face while, as before, she did nothing about my fingers touching her.
Jean moved in closer and sort of bit the air between us three times. It was like she was opening her mouth to say something, but decided against it. When I look back now I realise she was moving in to kiss me, changing her mind at the last moment, only to repeat the process a moment later.
My heart was thumping. I somehow sensed we were on the edge of some huge event. It seemed to me on some vague, instinctive level, that if I leaned in and kissed my aunt's mouth, she might reciprocate.
I just didn't have the nerve to make a move.
What if I had it wrong? What if I kissed her and all hell broke loose?
So I sat there with Jean's heavy-lidded stare on my face, my hand on her leg.
Next, apparently of its own accord, my hand slid over smooth skin until my fingers found the tender flesh of Jean's inner thigh.
She let out that low moan again. Once more she uttered, "You shouldn't be doing that, Carl."
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I just wanted to share this little tid-bit from a story I had been working on years ago to get opinions. Working title: Pretty Baby.
She stumbled awkwardly down the loose-gravel alleyway as best she could in her five inch stilettos. Her lips were painted a bold cherry red, her eyes darker than night. She looked lovely, there was no doubt, but she would look even lovlier before this was all over.
Just ahead of her, the alleyway dead-ended. The row of long-abandoned businesses in this desolate little strip mall formed an "L" back here. To the left, a nearly eight foot chainlink fence lined the whole length of the neglected alley, separating it from the unusual inner city forest of trees.
It was like a mini Central Park minus the park benches, joggers, and winos. It was another great location; easy pickings for some of the city's ever growing low-life population. But tonight the alley won. A mass-mail went out to the usual suspects. They were informed that the night would be oral only, but that there was no holds barred, and to spread the word. At five dollars a pop it would be a busy night!
Working title: Pretty Baby.She stumbled awkwardly down the loose-gravel alleyway as best she could in her five inch stilettos. Her lips were painted a bold cherry red, her eyes darker than night. She looked lovely, there was no doubt, but she would look even lovlier before this was all over.
Just ahead of her, the alleyway dead-ended. The row of long-abandoned businesses in this desolate little strip mall formed an "L" back here. To the left, a nearly eight foot chainlink fence lined the whole length of the neglected alley, separating it from the unusual inner city forest of trees.
It was like a mini Central Park minus the park benches, joggers, and winos. It was another great location; easy pickings for some of the city's ever growing low-life population. But tonight the alley won. A mass-mail went out to the usual suspects. They were informed that the night would be oral only, but that there was no holds barred, and to spread the word. At five dollars a pop it would be a busy night!
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I just wanted to share this little tid-bit from a story I had been working on years ago to get opinions.
She stumbled awkwardly down the loose-gravel alleyway as best she could in her five inch stilettos. Her lips were painted a bold cherry red, her eyes darker than night. She looked lovely, there was no doubt, but she would look even lovlier before this was all over.
Just ahead of her, the alleyway dead-ended. The row of long-abandoned businesses in this desolate little strip mall formed an "L" back here. To the left, a nearly eight foot chainlink fence lined the whole length of the neglected alley, separating it from the unusual inner city forest of trees.
It was like a mini Central Park minus the park benches, joggers, and winos. It was another great location; easy pickings for some of the city's ever growing low-life population. But tonight the alley won. A mass-mail went out to the usual suspects. They were informed that the night would be oral only, but that there was no holds barred, and to spread the word. At five dollars a pop it would be a busy night!
like it. scene is set. i get 'dark and seedy'. it's a place to be afraid of under normal circumstances, but clearly she's not since her 'fans' are going to be there en-mass.
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Yes. I'm glad you caught that with as little as I really had. The gist is the narrator truly loves sluts/whores who are used hard. He thinks they are beautiful.
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