The year 1964 was a good year for the Saint Louis Cardinals (who won the World Series) and Lyndon B. Johnson (who won the presidency), even for my Aunt Frances. That year she divorced Max. The following spring, Aunt Frances moved to California to live with Mother and me, settling into the extra bedroom. The next week or so, my aunt seemed fine. However, one night Mom came to my room to ask a favor.
"You like your Aunt Frances don't you," she asked as she sat on the edge of my bed. Wearing only a knee-length, sheer nylon yellow nightgown, Mom's brown nipples tipped her firm titties, her thick, black-haired cunt triangle clearly visible through her nightie. As usual, looking at my mother dressed as she was ALWAYS got my dick hard and anxious, ready to slide deep into her luscious cunt. Tonight was no exception.
"Yes," I replied, my hard dick and my brain curious as to what Mom was getting at.
Mother quickly filled me in on my aunt's past.
A retired school principal, her work had kept her busy, enough so to allow Max to fuck every woman within dick reach. In fact, it was catching Max with his hard pipe stuffed into the neighborhood Avon lady's hairy snatch...in their bed...that was the final straw.
The woman had been fully clothed except for her panties (dangling around one ankle) and even with Frances watching in awe, Max hadn't stopped plowing the woman's furrow, her nylon-clad legs held high, until he drove his hard-on one last time deep into the moaning woman's belly, blasting his sperm gunk into the condom his dick wore. After twenty three years of marriage, no children (she couldn't conceive), the end came the summer of '64.
At forty-five years of age, my aunt was very attractive. My dick stayed firm, throbbing as I listened to my mother.
"Your aunt is lonely and she has...she has needs, just like me Allen. She told me earlier today that she hasn't been fucked in a very long time, since even before the divorce. Allen, she asked me if I thought you would fuck her, slamming your manly dick into her hairy pussy. Would you dear, just like you fuck me?"
I told Mother I was quite surprised at Aunt Frances' request but said I couldn't possibly turn my aunt down. Sleeping nude as usual, I got out of bed, my dick protruding regally through my pubic hair. Mother led me to her younger sister's bedroom.
"Frances, Allen said he would be happy to give that delightful hole between your legs the reaming it so rightly needs and deserves."
My aunt was sitting up in bed, with just the sheet covering her, the light on the night stand set low. Even in the dim light, my aunt was even more attractive, even more sensual. Her brunette hair fell on her shoulders, lying gently on her pink satin nightie.
"I'm so glad you're willing Allen. I need a fuck so bad, I'll go nuts if I don't feel your dick inside my belly hole tonight." Holding the sheet up, Aunt Frances motioned for me to get in bed beside her. I did and my mother left the room.
Turning off the light, Aunt Frances snuggled up to me, her hand freely reaching for my boner, then slowly stroking it, making the idea of fucking my aunt even more wonderful.
"My, but you are a real man at nineteen. " A moment later, after pushing the sheet down to the foot of the bed, my aunt had her wet, soft lips wrapped around my boner, her head slowly bobbing up and down in the darkness.
"Mmmm," I moaned, my aunt's tongue toying with my fleshy pipe. Sucking, licking and slurping, my aunt continued her attention to my manhood for a few more minutes before asking, 'You...you eat cunt...don't you? Your mom didn't say if you licked her clam."
