Pamela James

Auntie's hot lessons

CHAPTER ONE

Ruth's hands began to tremble. She felt the sticky wetness spreading down from between her thighs as the boy moaned again. There was no mistaking what he was doing.

She leaned against the wall, her legs suddenly feeling too weak to support her weight, and decided it would be best to go quietly back down the hall to her bedroom. She didn't want her young nephew to suspect she had been furtively listening outside his door.

My God, she thought, sitting on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding, what's the matter with me? Why are all these crazy thoughts filling my head? He's my sister's son!

Ruth hadn't seen her nephew since his eleventh birthday. When her sister asked if he could spend the summer with her and her daughter Peg, she had been thrilled. Ruth hat been so lonely since her husband left her for that other woman – almost a year ago. Lonely and cheated. She would never forgive him for running out on her, leaving her to care for Peg, who was now Bill's age.

At times her resentment would burn like fire in the pit of her stomach and she would start to cry and be unable to stop. But in just a short time Bill had changed all that. It was like having a man around the house again. Ruth felt years younger and more assured of herself.

But now something else was happening. Ruth didn't want to acknowledge it – even to herself. Sooner or later she would have to give in to these strange feelings, as wrong as she knew them to be, and this frightened her. Excited her too. She had never felt such excitement welling up inside her before.

She had met Bill at the station. It had only been a week ago, but it seemed like much longer. It seemed now as if she had known the boy, all his life, as if she were his mother and not an aunt who hadn't seen him in four years.

He stood on the platform, a suitcase on either side of him, looking small for his age. His blond hair was almost shoulder length. And he was one of the most handsome boys Ruth had ever seen! He looked almost angelic and a bit pale. He ran to her, smiling broadly, and they embraced.

Even then Ruth remembered feeling a certain pang in her chest as she held his face in her hands. He was so cute it made her ache! His cheeks were so soft, his body so slender. At first he had been disarmingly shy with Ruth, but now they were friends. He really liked her and this thrilled the woman.

Then several nights after his arrival, Ruth walked past his door toward her bedroom. She thought she heard him whimpering, as if in pain. She paused by his door and listened, ready to rush in and find out what was wrong.

He moaned. Then the bedsprings squeaked, as if he was slowly bouncing up and down on the mattress. She heard the rustling of sheets. She pressed her ear against his door, her heart beating faster. He groaned and it sounded like he'd thrown the sheets off his body. She heard the sound of… her knees were suddenly weak. Could it be? she wondered.

It was difficult, to hear clearly. She wanted to smile, after all he was only a boy, but then she heard him whispering her name.

"Aunt Ruth… touch me there… mmmmm… stroke it."

The sound of his fist running up and down over his hard cock was now unmistakable. Now she knew he was masturbating, and thinking of her while he was jerking off. Ruth felt the overwhelming tingling sensation in her cunt. She wanted to reach under her summer dress and cum herself.

She wasn't amused or embarrassed or shocked by the boy's pants and grunts. She was aroused. More excited than she had ever been before. She thought she would collapse.

She wanted to throw open the door and leap into bed with Bill, feel his slim young buttocks, comb her fingers through his pubic hairs, feel the thickness of his hard cock. She wondered just how big his cock was. His jeans and cut-offs were so tight there always seemed to be an exciting bulge at his crotch.

She reached under her skirt and slipped her hand inside her moist panties.

"Suck me, Aunt Ruth… make me feel so good… lick my prick until I cum in your mouth… fuck me… fuck me… God… ohhhh God!"

Sweat ran down her face as she staffed finger fucking her oozing cunt. She tweaked her burgeoning clitoris until she came, falling down to her knees and stifling a cry of pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy.

Yes! She wanted to do all those things to him! She wanted to feel his cock slamming into her cunt. She wanted to taste his boyish member. But she held herself back. She pulled her fingers, now coated with her fragrant juices, out of her vagina and got weakly to her feet, feeling ashamed of herself now that her climax had passed.

She heard the boy yelp and the sound of his fist pounding his stiff cock became more liquid as he ejaculated. Ruth had gone back to her bedroom, just as she had tonight and the night before and the night before that. She had masturbated in bed for hours, cumming again and again, imagining what Bill looked like naked, his pale young body pressing excitedly against hers.

She never thought he could be like that – thinking of her in the same way she was thinking of him.

"This can't go on," Ruth said aloud, glancing out her bedroom window. It was almost midnight. The quiet was almost eerie. The beginning of June and already it felt like mid-August, hot and sticky. "What'll I do when Peg gets here?"

Her daughter was spending two weeks in California with friends. She would be back in another week. She, too, hadn't seen Bill since his eleventh birthday.

"How can I keep my feelings for Bill a secret from her?" Ruth wondered. She felt fidgety. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. And she couldn't take another night of lying in bed, fingering herself until she came, while Bill lay in his own bed down the hall.

Ruth stood up. It's going to happen sooner or later, she thought, the exhilarating feeling overwhelming her entire body. Her nipples pressed against the flimsy see-through fabric of her nightie, exciting her even further.

She walked back to Bill's door and listened. He was moaning. Very softly. Ruth could just about hear him. Now was the time for her to act…

She knocked on his door and the moaning stopped.

"Bill," she whispered. She cleared her throat and called out louder: "Bill? Are you alright?"

She opened his door and peered inside. Moonlight filtered through the window next to his bed, casting ghostly light over him. He was under the sheets. Ruth walked to the foot of his bed. Bill sat up, a startled look on his face.

She sat on the edges of his bed and impulsively ran her fingers through his long blond hair, now dampened with his sweat. "I thought I heard you… it sounded like you weren't feeling well," she said, her voice hoarse with mounting emotion. She could feel herself starting to tremble again. Keep calm, she told herself. Don't frighten the boy. He trusts you.

"I-I'm fine, Aunt Ruth. You-you must have heard something else," he stammered nervously. She could see the guilty look in his blue eyes.

She caressed his cheek, his neck. "You feel warm…" Her hand went inside his pajama top. The flat of her palm rubbed gently over his chest. "You're sweating. Here, take this off. You can't sleep with wet pajamas. You'll catch cold."

"No, Aunt Ruth, it's-it's okay. Really…" His voice faded as she pulled down the covers to his lap and began unbuttoning his pajama top.

"You must have had a bad dream," she said soothingly, pulling off the damp top.

"Yes, maybe I did." He sounded breathless. Nervous.

She saw his eyes were resting on her tits. Her cunt started to tingle, demanding attention, the kind of attention only her young nephew could give. Now that it was about to happen, Ruth felt relaxed. Despite the fire coursing through her veins.

"I know why you've been sweating, sweetheart," she whispered, running her hand over his chest.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide as saucers. "What-what do you… you mean, Aunt Ruth?"

"You don't have to feel embarrassed or ashamed with me, Bill. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age…"

"What's… what's natural."

"Sshh. Relax." Ruth slipped the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. Her pear shaped breasts were suddenly revealed to the boy. Ruth thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets. She smiled, feeling in full control of herself now, as if she had been through all this before. In her imagination, she had.

"Aunt Ruth!" he gasped in amazement.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked huskily.

He was mesmerized by her beautifully shaped mounds. "Jeez, yes."

"Do you want to touch them… feel how hard my nipples are for you?" she panted eagerly.

He nodded, unable to speak, and looked up into her eyes. She leaned toward him and took his chin in the palm of her hand. Then she kissed him, her tongue disappearing between his hot, dry lips. He sighed deeply, his arm hooking around her back, forcing them into an awkward embrace. Her tits flattened against his heaving chest.

He sucked on her tongue, slipping his instinctively into her mouth, running it over her teeth and gums. His hot breath fanned her face.

She reached down under the covers and felt the curliness of his soft pubic hair. He was fully erect. She grasped his tool and her heart leapt for joy. It was enormous! Almost nine inches long and thick as a tree trunk! She felt her whole body melting.

"Do you love me, Bill?" she whispered. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, yes! I-I can't explain it, but… I don't know… I've been thinking of you all the time… I mean, the two of us doing things… like… like… fucking… it's wrong isn't it, Aunt Ruth. I mean, we shouldn't be doing this… it's crazy… crazy to really be doing it, not just imagining it."

"No, Bill, it's not wrong… not if both of us want it to happen. I know you're only a young boy and you're my own nephew but I've thought the same things about you. I know you've been masturbating every night, thinking of me, imagining me in bed with you."

He blushed to the roots of his hair, then looked down, suddenly realizing she was holding his cock.

She too looked down and saw for the first time how magnificent his adolescent peter was. Now, more than ever before, she wanted to feel it… to taste it!

"But what will Mom say?" he asked, fidgeting as she started to stroke him. He winced, as if in pain.

"We don't have to tell her. You've never been with a girl before, have you, sweetheart?"

"No."

"Then it'll be like an education. I'll be your teacher. There's a lot I could teach you about a woman's body…"

He fell back against the pillow, fuck sensations swirling inside his young loins as she continued to fist fuck him. He could feel his tumescence getting even thicker. His mushroom-shaped prick head was swelling up and turning a purplish color.

"I'm going to cum, Aunt Ruth," he said, his voice as high as a little girl's. "Please Aunt Ruth…"

With her free hand she pulled down the nightie and lifted herself off the bed so it fell to her feet. She spread her legs slightly and took his hand, placing it on her dark pubic triangle.

"It's all wet and sticky," he said naively.

Ruth couldn't help smiling. "It's because you're exciting me so. Don't you want to fuck me… to feel your magnificent young tool inside me, where it's so nice and hot and wet."

She got on the bed and instructed him to lie back. She stopped her stroking, sensing he was just on the verge of cumming. She didn't want all that jism going to waste!

"What are you going to do?" he asked, his forehead creased with concern. Everything was happening too fast for the teen. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. It was like a dream! A dream come true!

He couldn't keep his hands off her tits. He had noticed how big and firm they were when she met him at the train station. She was so beautiful! He hadn't remembered her looking so wonderful, so young, more like a girlfriend than a relative. Although he was shy with people, particularly girls, he felt instantly at ease with Ruth. His shyness soon disappeared as if they had been close friends for a long time.

What was now happening seemed like a natural progression. He had wondered what she looked like without any clothes on and each time these thoughts entered his head – and that had been often since he arrived to stay with her – he would get an aching hard on and would be compelled to jack off, to experience his aunt in that one burst of vicarious pleasure.

Now it was for real and it felt right. He was no longer ashamed as he had been only a moment before. Because she wasn't ashamed.

Ruth held up his impressive penis and drilled the tip of her tongue into his now oozing piss slit. He moaned appreciatively, frantically fondling her tits, becoming more and more aroused. He could feel the cum boiling in his testicles. He yearned for release.

He tweaked her pointed nipples, seeing how big and red they were. Then his eyes wandered down to her sex, with its dark covering of wiry pubes. He traced the puffy outline of her cunt lips and she spread her legs giving him easy access to her swollen nubbin of pleasure.

He inserted his middle finger inside her pussy, feeling her cunt muscles pulling his digit inward. It was the most exciting sensation he had ever experienced! He could smell her fragrance, mixed with her sweat and the intangible scent of mounting excitement and anticipation.

Her tongue trailed under the domed shape of his dick head, her saliva running down his thick boy shaft. Then her lips covered the upper part of his penis and her head began bobbing slowly up and down. The bobbing motions soon got quicker as she struggled to swallow every inch of his dong.

In his growing excitement, the young boy had two, then three fingers up his aunt's dripping cooze. Imitating her sucking motions, his digits stabbed steadily in and out of her fuck channel, paying special attention to her sensitive clitoris.

Bill didn't know much about girls other than what he saw in girlie magazines. He had never even kissed a girl before, but he was learning quickly.

Ruth was unleashing all his pent-up desires. His hands were all over her, his fingers played havoc with her pussy until she felt a tremendous orgasm building, building, building.

"Ohhh God!" she groaned, kissing his member repeatedly, his pre-cum oozing out of his gaping dick hole.

"Going to cum," he moaned, as if to himself. "Auntie… I can feel it… gonna feel so fucking good… Jesus it's going to be good!"

She could feel his body tensing up. She fondled his well-hung balls, squeezing the bouncing globes gently as his ass began hopping up and down on the mattress. A wild grin was spread across his face. He looked more adorable than ever!

She pressed her forefinger against his asshole and she thought he would hit the ceiling.

"Jesus! Do that again!" he squealed, feeling her cunt juices dripping from his wrist. His entire hand was inside her. She was creaming up a storm, cumming a second, then a third time.

Bill knew he couldn't hold back his own orgasm another second, especially with his aunt's finger up his ass!

As if reading his very thoughts, Ruth sucked his saliva-coated tool faster and faster, building up pressure inside his shaft. At the same time she slipped her finger in and out of the boy's tight rectum, the tip of her digit massaging his prostate.

"Fuck! FUCK!" he exclaimed, his body on fire.

He arched his back, his fingers falling from inside her red hot cunt, and screamed with pleasure, slamming his groin into his aunt's face. Only seconds later she felt his first sizzling wad of boy-cum hit the back of her throat.

He spilled his seed into her mouth, her lips working like suction cups over his jerking pleasure pole. He moaned and squealed with desire, his hands clenching and unclenching the bunched-up sheets. Bill had never known such concentrated pleasure before. It was as if his entire body had been plugged directly into an electric outlet. Wave after intense wave of fuck sensations washed over him.

His arms and legs jerked spasmodically as semen filled Ruth's mouth, spilling out of the corners. She simply couldn't swallow quickly enough. She breathed through her nostrils only. His cock was just too big and thick.

Bill made guttural, throaty noises as he came, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His chest muscles tightened as he rose off the bed, nearly throwing Ruth onto the floor. She had never known anyone to be so wild while cumming. It was as if this was the young boy's first climax. Perhaps it was.

Ruth knew what he was now feeling had to beat those sensations he experienced by jacking off. There wasn't any comparison!

She loved the soothing taste of his spicy sauce as it trickled in great viscous globs down her throat. She thought he would never stop cumming! She sucked his tool for all it was worth, milking every delicious drop of his jism.

He fell back on the bed, his head still rocking to and fro, moan after moan escaping his lips. He was bathed in sweat.