It was the summer of 1969, and I had just turned 18. My parents had decided suddenly and unexpectedly to move to Philadelphia to join my Dad's brother, uncle Bob, in his new business venture. He promised that we would get rich and my father, always a sucker for a get-rich scheme, followed.
All around me where strange long hair men and women, in ragged clothes, sandals, bandanas and carrying guitars. They always seemed to be thumbing for a ride, and yet not being in any hurry to get where they were going. I remember thinking that they seemed odd and old, but looking back at that summer long time ago, I realize that they were about my age or perhaps a few years older. It was the summer of love, except I did not know it.
My uncle, whom I thought of as old at the time, was only 29 years-old that summer and was married to his third wife, a woman I called aunt Marie. Although I thought of aunt Marie as old too, I later came to realize that she was only 23 at the time, and barely five years older than me.
Aunt Marie was a stunning and fun loving red-head with big tits, wide hips and hazel eyes. She was petite, only 5' 2' and about 105 pounds, with creamy smooth skin. She seemed wild, by our family's sheltered Catholic standards. She wore a bandana on her head most of the time, tight jeans with rips at the knees and seemed to always be putting two fingers up in the air, in what I stupidly thought was a victory sign. Now I know that being only 25 she was part of the hippie movement of the 60's.
It was a large house my uncle lived in. The kind of house that has "wings" for different members of the family. Since we had just moved, we were staying with my uncle and aunt Marie until we found a house of our own. It never occurred to me until a few years later that my uncle, being well off, could've afford to have a house ready for us when we arrived. But that's another story.
My uncle and Dad were always out,
developing
their new venture, (and I am sure other things as well. It was common knowledge to the entire family back then that the both of them had plenty of women around) mom found work at the telephone company and I, being summer, laid around the house, watching TV and enjoying the many amenities the house had to offer.
One day a was laying by the pool, chilling and drinking my uncle's beer, when I had to go inside the house to relieve myself. I could have used the bathroom closer to the pool, but I was nosey and decided to use the master bathroom, which was closer to my uncle's bedroom.
While I was relieving myself I thought I heard noises coming from that side of the house. Thinking I was alone in the house I went to investigate. The noises seemed to be coming from my uncle's room and as I got closer, I could tell that the sounds were definitely coming from his room.
I was a virgin in the summer of '69, but I had made out with enough girls to recognize the sounds as the moans and groans from a woman having a good time. Thinking that I would catch my uncle getting an afternoon piece of ass, I peeked around the corner to see what I could see. Laying in bed, totally naked with a plantain sticking out of her red-hair covered pussy was my aunt Marie. She was shoving the plantain in and out of her pussy with one hand, while pinching her nipples with the other.
I stood there transfixed, in my swim trunks with an 18-year-old hard-on. I had never seen a grown woman naked before. Up-to-that point in my life I had only managed to get the usual stinky-finger and the occasional peek at the young girl pussy through the elastic of their panties.
Being young and impetuous I pulled my dick through the leg of my swimming trunks and began jacking-off. From my vantage point I had a clear view of my first grown pussy and it belonged to my 25 year old aunt who was furiously fucking herself with a huge vegetable. Being young and inexperienced, it wasn't long before I shot a load all over the marble floor, letting out an involuntary groan in the process.
I looked into the room and realized that my aunt Marie was looking at me from her bed. She had an intense look in her eyes and I thought I was dead. For sure she would yell at me and then tell my uncle and father when they got home. But she just lay there with the plantain half-way in her pussy, just looking at me.
"Are you having fun spying on me?" she asked, seemingly angry.
"I'm sorry" I managed to mumble while frantically trying to hide my dick from her view.
"Come here" she ordered and I thought I was in for it. I was so nervous and afraid that it didn't occur to me to think that while she seemed angry, she had not covered herself, taken the plantain out of her pussy, or acted in the way I expected her to. I walked over to her and stood by her bed waiting for the tongue lashing I was sure was coming.
"Is not polite to spy on people, you know" she said sternly.
"I know. I'm sorry aunt Marie. I just thought that somebody was in the house, I didn't mean to see..." I tried to explain.
"Okay, I believe you. I won't tell on you if you do me a favor" she said. I was so afraid at this point that I said, "Sure aunt Marie, anything" She then took my hand and placed it on her nipples and told me to pinch them slightly. Being nervous and over eager I pinched too hard making her wince in pain.
"No, not that hard. Like this" she said as she showed me how to caress and pinch her nipple the way she liked it. After a while she went back to fucking herself with the plantain as she had before. I was so close that I could smell her pussy in the room and hear the noises the plantain made as she plunged it in and out of her red, swollen pussy.
"Ahhh" she whispered as she quickened the pace of her fucking. "Ohhhh, that feels good" she moaned. Suddenly she began to shake and buck like a Bronco. Her chest became red right above her huge tits and she shoved the plantain all the way into her pussy. "Ohhhh shit, I'm cummmminnnnnn!" she screamed as clear liquid gushed out of her pussy. She was breathing really heavily and her breath was troubled. For a moment I thought she was in some kind of medical stress, but she finally recovered.
After she had gained her composure she looked up at me and noticed the huge hard-on bulging inside my trunks. "Would you like me to take care of that?" she asked. I couldn't speak, I just swallowed hard as she reached for the waist band of my trunks, pulled my dick out and slowly smeared my pre-cum all over the head of my 7" cock. She then stuck out her tongue and licked the head. I thought I would cum right then and there. My only experience with girls had been the typical make out session in the back seat of my car where you were lucky to grab some tit, finger fuck them 'til they came and then left you high and dry. If you were really lucky, you might get was a hand-job and never, ever, would they allow you to put it in their mouth.