Ronnie, a 19-year-old simpleton, learns about sex from his Aunt Ruth, and shows his mother, Annie, what he's learned. A story about spanking.
Chapter 1
Ronnie was retarded, that is, intellectually disabled. Now, he was nineteen and he was home schooled by his mother and he was crazy wild, and he drove his mother to drink. Annie became an alcoholic because she didn't have the patience you need to work with a retarded boy. Annie was a forty-year-old woman, and she should not have gray hair at her age. She had needs, terrible needs, but she always put Ronnie first. He was her only son, and she blamed herself for Ronnie being a bit slow.
Her husband, Ralph, had been killed by a drunk driver, and she found herself alone with Ronnie, in their home outside Boston. She had a sister, Ruth. Ruth was married to Willard and they had a small dairy farm in Vermont.
Annie often thought that Ron would be happier on a farm, because he was a strong boy, and had enough energy for two men. He embarrassed her when she had company from church. When she told Ronnie to go out and play in the garage, she told him he could jerk off as much as he wanted.
She served tea and biscuits to the church ladies while they caught up with the church gossip. The church ladies were sexy. Really, any woman was sexy to Ronnie because in his simple minded way of looking at the world, every woman had a pussy, and that made her sexy. Especially the church ladies because mostly, they were married and had plump asses. Ronnie loved asses.
While they sipped their tea, Ronnie would sometimes peek into the living room and get aroused looking at the women with their legs open and their skirts well up their thighs. He fantasized about them naked with their big hairy vulvas, with hair growing into their ass holes. Ronnie loved the thought of a hairy ass.
He beat off several times a day. His dick was long and thick and when he tried to show it to his mother she got angry. This made him upset and he felt his mother didn't love him. She told him he needed a change, to get away, and maybe he should go to Ruth's farm for the summer, where Ruth could use some help.
Ruth had the patience of a saint. Ruth offered to have Ronnie stay with her on the farm, because Willard spent most of the day with the livestock, and when he came in for supper he was pretty well beat. Ruth would certainly welcome having an energetic young man to help with chores and whatever else Ruth might teach him. Besides, Ruth was lonely.
Ruth was a full bodied brunette, more fleshy in her backside and her breasts were jutting out there. She had persistent throbbing in her privates and she fingered herself mornings, noon, and night. Like most women who lived on farms, she did not shave between her legs, and this made her feel more alive and in touch with creation.
So it was decided Ron would spend some time with Ruth. Ruth taught Ron about sex -- practical sex, not romantic sex -- and she made it clear that what people did was more fun than what cows and horses did. Like spanking, sodomy and stick finger. People had imaginations, she told him, and the wilder your imagination the more fun you can have.
Spanking was a good beginning, she told him, and could lead to all kinds of good fun.
It was about that time, these days Ruth always came up with a reason to spank Ron. Sometimes his eyes were bigger than his stomach and he couldn't finish a second helping of mashed potatoes. This certainly deserved a spanking, and this time he was going to get it!
"Come now, Ron, lie over my lap for your spanking," she told him and took him by the arm and helped him into position. "Yes, there, that's it, your penis is tucked between my thighs. They'll keep it nice and warm while I warm your bare bum with my hand. That's it, just lie as you are, dear, and Auntie will do the rest."
Holding his right arm with her left hand, Ruth's right hand patted his smooth young cheeks, and then she was spanking them. Before Ronnie had come to live with her, she had never spanked anyone, and wondered why she had decided to spank him, but then what had been meant as punishment for the lad, became something wildly sexual to her.
She didn't spank hard but the sounds of the smacks, the feel of a tight buttock under her slapping hand and the Ron's squirming on her thighs drove her wild with arousal. And then there was another factor -- she felt his penis stiffening between her thighs.
Ruth came close to losing control as she realized that he was sharing the erotic excitement of the spanking, that it was doing to him just what it was doing to her.
Not knowing what to do, she went on spanking and his nether cheeks became pink all over, then the color began a gradual transition to a hot red.
Fighting against her desire as she went on smacking his squirming bottom, fearing she would not have the strength to resist seducing him, then there was another unexpected development, one which solved the problem for her.
"Oh... I've got to... I can't..." his words failed and a groan broke from him. At the same moment, the woman felt his semen shooting between her thighs.
"Let it go, darling," she urged, "that's it... shoot it all over my thighs. You'll feel better now," she encouraged as spurt after spurt of semen pumped into the silken nest in which his penis was buried.
When he was finished, she held him on her bare thighs and fondled his red buttocks, marveling at the heat emanating from them.
"Do you feel better now, sweetie?" she asked as her hand continued to fondle his rump.
"Yes, Auntie. You... you're so good to me. You don't get mad!"
"Why should I get mad? That spanking excited me as much as it did you. I'd never spanked anyone before. Is your bum hurting too much?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's all tingly and feels kinda good. I didn't know spanking was like that."
"Then you really liked it?"
"Oh yeah, it was great. Sure, it stung like mad, but I didn't want you to stop. I can't understand it. It stung, but still I liked it. I didn't want you to stop."
"I'm afraid I don't understand it either, dear," Ruth told him. "Right now though, I've got a lot of things to think about. Be a dear and get me a towel so I can wipe my thighs."
Getting off her lap, Ronnie pulled his briefs up, covering his warm, tingling behind, then he hurried to get the towel. She gave him a warm smile when he returned with it.
"You sure unloaded a lotta cream, sweetie," she told him as she parted her big thighs to wipe off the semen.
In doing so, she showed the crotch of her panties and the boy trembled as he saw tendrils of pubic hair curling around the edges.
"Do you like my panties, Ron?" she asked with a smile.
"I like everything about you, Auntie, especially now, after all this."
Ronnie was possessed with a massive tool and that was the main reason Ruth wanted to spend time with him. She teased him and told him that if he were a good boy and let her fondle his cock, she would allow him liberties with her person.
He nodded in agreement, and she began her seduction.
He allowed her to put her hand upon his huge spout and she could feel it throb. She told him to seat himself in auntie's armchair, naked from the waist down, and she began working it, caressing it with her hand. She shook it and played with it, amazed at its size and elasticity. He pressed the knob of his thing against her lips. She kissed it at the very tip where the precum was leaking. It tasted nice and she liked it. She clasped the thick shaft with both hands and she sucked it. Ronnie writhed about as she continued to suck it. She held tight to his member as she worked it up and down. She wanted to go on sucking but he pushed forward and a perfect flood of hot stuff flew from the orifice and filled her mouth. She pumped with both hands and sucked with her lips and only stopped when the discharge ceased.
"Well, that was fun!" She cooed. "We'll talk again, dear, when we get a chance. I hear the tractor coming this way. Maybe you should go to your room and take a nap."
Ruth did a lot of thinking and much of it concerned her relationship with her nephew. The excitement of the spanking continued to amaze her as she recalled the wild thrill of having him lying on her thighs while she smacked his smooth cheeks.
That he had so enjoyed it, made her wonder whether she too would enjoy being spanked, and if so, just what she was going to do about it.
As they prepared for bed that night, Ruth did her best to get her husband aroused, but he grunted, turned his back and was asleep almost at once. Frustration gripped her and she contrasted his lack of interest in sex, with the eager attitude of her nephew.
Although Ruth didn't know it then, she was already well on the way to making a momentous decision, one which would have a profound effect on the formation and direction of the boy's sexual tastes.
When her husband went out to do the chores one morning, Ruth went to Ron's room and woke him with a cup of tea. She sat on the edge of his bed until he was fully awake.
"We're going to have a long talk this afternoon, dear," she told him and ran her hand through his hair. "I want a promise from you right now."
"What's that, Aunt Ruth?"
"I want you to promise that, no matter what, you won't pull yourself off this morning. Do you promise?"
"Yes, but why?"
