It was about a week after I told Amber goodbye that all thoughts of Amber were driven from my head.
I'd had a hard day and about an hour after supper I'd gone to bed and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don't know how long I was out before I had a dream about a sexy Hollywood movie star giving me a blow job and I slowly woke thinking I'd had a wet dream only to find out it wasn't a dream.
My cock was being sucked and even though the room was dark and I couldn't see who it was I knew there was only one possibility. Aunt Tammy was the only female within four miles. I reached over and turned on the light and looked down to see Aunt Tammy looking up at me while sucking on me.
I was shocked at seeing her, but any thoughts of pulling away from her were overridden by the sensations I was experiencing. When she had me as hard as she wanted she rolled over on her back and said:
"Fuck me Bobby. I need it; I need it bad."
I think I previously mentioned how hot and sexy she was so I didn't hesitate to do what she asked. It had been awhile for me and I didn't last long, but as soon as I came and pulled out she went back down on me. It didn't take her long to get me into serviceable condition and then she was on her back again and looking at me expectantly.
Not one word had been spoken by either of us after her initial "Fuck me Bobby" but then who needed words to do what we were doing. I didn't even think of Uncle Brady until after I'd pulled out of her for the second time. She must have read my mind because she said:
"Don't worry about your uncle. When he takes his meds he is down for the night. This is our little secret okay?"
I nodded a yes and she got up and left my room. Did I feel guilty over fucking my uncle's wife? Damn straight I did, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I ever got another chance.
And I did get another chance the very next night. The three of us were sitting in the living room watching TV when my uncle got up, took his meds, and then he told me goodnight. Then he and Aunt Tammy went off to bed. I finished watching the last half hour of the show and then I went to bed.
I'd only been under the covers for maybe ten minutes when the door opened and she came in. As soon as I heard the door begin to open my cock started to grow and by the time she got to the bed I was fully erect. She pulled the covers back, saw my stiffy and giggled:
"Is that for me?"
She bent and her mouth enveloped my cock. She sucked on me for a couple of minutes and then she pulled off, looked at me and asked:
"Would you eat my pussy Bobby? Please?"
"I've never done it. I don't know what to do."
"I can teach you sweetie; come on and let me show you."
What followed was Pussy Eating 101 and it was too bad I couldn't get college credit for it. If Aunt Tammy's reaction was any indication I got at least a B+ for the course. But I came pretty damned close to flunking out when after having made love she asked me to do it again.
"But you're dirty down there."
"It won't hurt you; trust me on that. You may even learn to like it."
I didn't want to; I really, really didn't want to, but then she let me know it was the price for keeping her on my bed. I paid it. I never learned to like it, but I paid it.
During pillow talk I learned that she and my uncle had been used to making love three, four and sometimes five times a week and she hadn't had any since Uncle Brady's heart attack and she was climbing walls. Even though my uncle was out like a light after taking his night time meds she didn't want to leave him alone while going into town looking up old boyfriends so I was drafted to take care of her 'needs' until my uncle could resume his duties. Again, I was probably an asshole for fucking my uncle's wife, but honestly, what hormonal teenager was going to pass up pussy pushed at him?
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Over the next month I was visited by Aunt Tammy on the average of three times a week as she continued to further my sexual education.
We had ben going to the VFW dances where Uncle Brady sat and watched Aunt Tammy dance with me and one or two others that she knew. One guy she danced with two or three times a night when we were there seemed to upset him. I did have to admit he had cause. The guy held her too close and his hand had slid down to her ass several times and she never pushed it away or slapped him and it upset the hell out of my uncle.
One night he started to get up and go charging out onto the floor and knowing the stress and exertion wouldn't be good for him in his condition I grabbed him and made him sit back down. I found out later (after I had clued Aunt Tammy in on what almost happened) that the guy was an old boyfriend. In fact he was Tammy's boyfriend when she met my uncle. I asked him why he even came to the dances knowing that the guy would most likely be there. He told me that he felt he owed it to my aunt.
"She's cooped up in the house taking care of me and I know she needs to get out, have a little fun and get rid of some of the stress she is under."
I couldn't very well tell him that she didn't need a night out dancing to get rid of stress because I was taking care of that.
I was getting used to Aunt Tammy's nighttime visits and I hoped it would last for a long time, but that wasn't to be. Uncle Brady started getting his strength back and started helping out with the farm work. As he got better Aunt Tammy's visits slowed down and then stopped and soon it was time for Bobby to go home again.
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It was the week after Thanksgiving when my uncle said he could handle things so I was on the way home to celebrate Christmas with my parents.
The next school term didn't start until January so I was at loose ends. I hit all the places where I expected to find my friends. I did find several and got invited to a few parties. At one of them I found Kim. She was alone and I asked her where her date was and she said:
"He just got here."
I looked around and didn't see anyone close so I asked where he was.
"Standing right in front of me."
"Oh, right; silly me."
We talked and caught up on things that had happened after we had stopped dating. After a moment's thought I said:
"I've forgotten what we have planned for tomorrow.
"We were going dancing at the teen club."
"The teen club?"