Recovering at Aunt Stacy's

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Recovering at Aunt Stacy's - Part One

Since I was young, I have visited my aunt in the summers. Sometimes it would be for a week, sometimes longer. The visits were always fun and full of activities. She and her husband, Ralph, had a large piece of land that backed up against a lake, so the summers almost always involved boating, kayaking, water skiing, or fishing.

When I got out of the military, I went home and took some time to get through some of the things I had seen overseas. I stayed with my mother for a couple of months before she decided that she could not put up with my, "Post Battle Blues", as she called them. So I called my Aunt, who was more than willing to have me over for as long as I needed..

Ralph, Aunt Stacy's husband, had been in the Marines and seen a lot more shit than I had, so he immediately agreed as well.

This is the story of my adventures that started on that trip.

I pulled off the highway and onto the poorly maintained road about thirty minutes west of Fredricksburg, Va., which led to my aunt and uncle's house. Ralph said that he kept it that way, which was difficult to traverse, that is, to discourage unwanted visitors and riff-raff. I was in my rebuilt Jeep CJ7, which my dad had left me when he died, so I was not too worried about getting down the road, just how much it would cost me to fix the problems afterward. You know what I am talking about if you are a Jeep owner.

After about twenty minutes of driving, I came around a stand of trees and saw the house. It was a pretty impressive place. Ralph had found a company that made custom log cabins, and they built it to his specs. It was a five-bedroom, four-bath lodge-style home with a wrap-around porch.

I parked next to Ralph's Hummer. It was a lovely, late 1980s beast he had gotten in an auction and possibly more trouble maintaining than my jeep. I opened my door, and before I could get out of the jeep, Aunt Stacy ran around the corner.

"Paul, it's so good to see you!"

As she ran up, I suddenly realized how good-looking she was. Maybe it was because I was a kid then, but I had never realized she had such a great body.

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, then kissed my cheek, "I'm sorry my sister is such a bitch about these things. You are welcome here for as long as you need!"

"Hey, Paul."

I looked up in time to see Ralph walk around the corner, wiping his hands with what looked like an oily rag, and then extended one to me, "Good to see you. You're looking good."

I shook his hand and nodded, "Feeling pretty good, too, all things considered."

He patted my back, "Good, good. We got your room all set up for you. We gave you the second master suite so that you would have your own bathroom."

I nodded, "Thanks."

I made my way to the roomwith their assistance, after the tour of the house, and got squared away. The room was spacious and had a nice partial view of the lake. The bathroom was small but functional, with a toilet, sink, and shower. It's not like I am the type to take baths anyway.

The first week was mostly us getting to know one another again since it had been a few years since I had last stayed there. Occasionally, Aunt Stacy would probe me about what I had seen overseas, but Ralph always shut her down, knowing what I was probably going through from his own experiences in combat.

After that week, we had all fallen into a rhythm. Breakfasts were usually together on the weekends, but on other days it was hit and miss. Dinners were always in the dining room and together, and lunches were whenever you were hungry.

Now and again, I would hear them argue about things, but it was never loud enough for me to hear what exactly they were arguing about. A few of those times, Ralph would huff out of the house, get into his Hummer, and take off.

Thinking about it, things started to change about a month into my stay.

I was in my room reading the first book in the Jane Hawk series when I heard a splash. It had been a pretty chilly day, so I was not expecting anyone to be swimming. Shortly after the splash, I heard a squeal, so I stood and walked to the window.

Aunt Stacy was just climbing out of the lake onto the dock wearing a bikini that barely covered anything. It was the first time I had ever seen her body, which was amazing. I found myself doing the math in my head.

"If she was in her thirties when i was in my teens and coming here, then she has to be in her...", I found myself counting on my fingers. "Not a bad body for fourty-eight." I said to myself.

From my vantage point, I could see her pretty clearly, but I knew that she could not, without great effort, see that I was watching her. So I did what any good, well-mannered, guy would do. I gawked.

She walked over to her lounger and wiped her face with the towel, then to my surprise and delight, took off her top, then her bottoms.

"Mary mother of mercy..." I whispered to myself and I saw her breasts. There was no doubt that she had implants, but the only thing I could think of was, "Who the hell cares!"

They were not massive, but they were definitely well done. I let my eye wander lower as she stretched and could see the shocking red hair of a "landing strip" cut between her legs, the color matching her hair. The bright red being one of the few aspects of being Irish that my mother was proud of.

I continued to watch as she grabbed a bottle of lotion and started rubbing it around on her body, then she turned and laughed and I could hear her say, "Hi Honey."

Ralph walked up to her and looked around, then took the bottle away from her, poured some in his hands, then started working it around her shoulders and back. I took a sharp breath and felt my own dick lurch as he turned her around and started rubbing the lotion around her neck and then working his way down to her tits.

He worked his massive hands around them and then began playing with her nipples. She playfully pushed him away, but he returned to his work, but let the other hand drift lower and soon it was massaging her between her legs.

"Oh wow..." I took a couple of steps away from the window. By now my dick was painfully hard in my cargo shorts. I could not believe I was getting turned on by my Aunt being felt up by her husband.

As I watched, he continued kissing her and fingering her as he guided her over to the barbeque table, then she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees and pulled down his shorts. I have never felt envious of a man before, but when she pulled his shorts down, what came out was more like a summer sausage than a dick. The man was huge. I mean, he was not long, but from my vantage point, his dick looked thick.

I had no choice, the show was getting to me too much and I unzipped my fly and pulled down my shorts, my own erection bouncing out, throbbing with excitement.

She grabbed his hips and took him into her mouth, taking only the head at first, then after a couple times I watched in awe as she took all of him, right up to his pubes and then held him there as he rested his hands on her head and looked to the sky like he was saying some prayer to whatever god had planted this woman's face on his dick.

After what seemed like an impossible amount of time, she pulled off of him, and I could hear her cough a couple of times. She returned to sucking him, occasionally just biting and nibbling on the underside of his shaft, or sucking his balls, which were also impressive.

Finally, after about five minutes, he stood her up, and she looked up at him like a puppy would its master. Then he turned her around and bent her over the table, used his foot to spread her legs, and unceremoniously thrust himself into her.

"Oh god!" Aunt Stacy cried as he impaled her, but she pushed her ass up into him as if asking for more.

That's when something happened that I had never had happen before. Without touching myself, I was so turned on by what I was watching I felt my balls tighten and a came.

Surprised, I looked down and saw my dick twitching as four, then five, ropes of cum shot across the hardwood floor. I grunted as I reached down and stroked the last ebbs of the orgasm out of me, then looked back out at the show, still holding my dick.

Ralph held her by the hair with one hand and the hip with the other, plowing her like their lives depended on it. A couple of times, she let out a cry or muffled scream, and he would whisper loudly, "Shh, Paul will hear you!"

After several minutes of this, I watched as Ralph's body tightened, and he plowed into her one last time, this time grabbing her hips with both hands and leaning into her, still making little thrusts as he pumped his seed into her.

I was hard again and stroking myself, using the cum from my previous orgasm as a lubricant, as I watched the conclusion of the show, feeling another orgasm building up.

Ralph grabbed Stacy's shoulders and pulled her to his chest, his dick still nested deep inside her and I could see him whispering something to her; then she grunted as he continued fucking her until his softening dick plopped out of her.

She turned around, and they began kissing for a bit, then he pulled up his shorts and went back into the house. I watched her for a few moments more and then my own, second, orgasm hit. Not nearly has powerful as the first, unintentional one, but enough to leave me breathing hard and add to the growing puddle on the floor.

Looking at the mess I made and feeling a little ashamed of myself, I pulled up my shorts, grabbed a dirty pair of underwear and, wiped up the mess, then threw the soiled clothing into the hamper.

I had no sooner sat back down with my book when there was a sharp knock at my door and then it opened.

"Hey Paul," Spoke Ralph, sounding a little winded. "I'm heading into town, did you need anything?"

I thought about it a moment and then responded with, "Yeah, Maybe a bag of peanut M&Ms?"

"That's it?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I really don't need anything else."

He nodded, then left, closing the door behind him.

I sat there for a while and thought about everything I had just seen, how I had seen a side of my Aunt Stacy that I had never known before, and then again, my reaction to it. Then I thought about her body and shook my head. I would get myself in trouble if I kept thinking about her like this.

It was not until a couple of weeks later that I would realize exactly how far down the rabbit hole I would travel.

I had not had any more shows since the episode on the deck, leading me to believe that it was a spur of the moment thing and not something for my benefit as I had been thinking it was. Except for making an effort not the stare at my aunt's tits any time she was around me, everything was normal.

I was in the kitchen one morning, making a sandwich, when I heard some arguing, then I caught a glimpse of Ralph walking out of the house mumbling while putting his shirt on. I walked to the window and watched him get in his big hummer and tear down the driveway.

I walked back and finished putting my sandwich together, then headed down the hallway and to the stairs when I heard a muffled voice.

Putting my plate on the table in the hall, I followed the sound until I found an open door leading down. Until now, I did not know the house even had a basement. A light was coming from below, so I followed it and came to another partially open door. When I entered, I could not believe my eyes.

My Aunt Stacy was strapped down to something that looked like a giant wagon wheel, like on the old wagons they used in the Westerns. Except for the straps on her wrists, ankles, around her waist, and a hood over her head, she was completely naked.

I could not speak, which was a good thing since I could not keep myself from entering the room. I did not have shoes on, so my steps were silent, but it would not have mattered anyway; the hood covered her eyes and ears, only leaving her nose and mouth visible. If not for the shock of red hair coming from under the hood and the little tuft of red pubic hair, I would not have been sure it was her at all.

Stepping closer, I could see beads of sweat on her body and her chest heaving as she panted, her head turning from side to side as though she was looking for something.

"Uh... Oh god... again..." She grunted as her body tensed and shuddered.

It was then that I noticed the small piston device that was between her legs, plunging a dildo into her abused pussy.

I stepped even closer, facinated by what I was seeing. As I came along side her, I could not take my eyes off her heaving breasts. The nipples were long and erect, with the surrounding areolas puckered. There were rivulets of sweat running down her chest and sides.

There was something hypnotic about the scene. Watching her, my aunt, strapped to the table, being fucked by a machine, sweating, her skin glowing with the heat of her orgasms and the warmth in the room. It was like I was a passenger in my own body.

Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself reaching out and touching her quivering abdomen and tracing my fingers along the lines of her muscles.

Stacy jumped, "Ralph? You're back?"

I said nothing but let my hand caress her flesh as I moved higher and touched her breast. It was firm, almost hard, and warm. As I squeezed, I was amazed at how taut the skin was. As I touched her nipple, she let out a gasp. Then I gently pinched it and pulled some.

"Oh god... another..." she bucked against the rack she was on as another orgasm, probably helped by my touch, wracked her body. "Ralph, please turn it off..."

I looked around and found a switch that looked like it went to the machine that was mercilessly penetrating her. When I flipped it, the machine stopped, and I heard her let out a sigh of relief. She just laid there, panting. Again, I walked up to her and marveled at her body, then rested my hand on her abdomen again and started tracing the edge of her navel and playing with the tiny stud that was there.

I walked around and, standing in front of her again, crouched, looking at her abused pussy and the massive dildo that had been plowing her. It was still mostly in her but motionless. I could see her juices running down the length of it and noticed that there was a small puddle on the floor.

Looking back up at her pussy again, it was eye-level with me. I wanted to touch it, lick it, bury my face in it, but I held off, keeping my overwhelming desire in check. I was just about to reach out and caress the tuft of angry red hair above it when I heard an engine approaching and Ralph's Hummer come to a stop in the driveway.

Quickly, I walked out, careful not to make too much noise, and ran back up the steps. I had made it to the stairs leading to my room when I remembered my sandwich. I ran back and grabbed it off the table in the hall and made it back up the stairs in time to hear Ralph going down the hall and into the basement. A moment later, I heard the door close behind him.

I sat and thought about what I had seen in the basement while I finished my sandwich. I could not get the images of my aunt out of my head. She looked so sexy, so vulnerable, so... I could not think of another word for it, but fuckable. I had never thought of my aunt that way before, but now I could not NOT think of her that way.

While I sat there, I heard some voices outside, so I got up and walked to the window. I could see Ralph and Stacy were getting in the Hummer and then driving off. About that time, my phone chimed.

I looked at the phone, and it was a text from Aunt Stacy: "Heading in to town for a dance. The house is yours. We may not be home until tomorrow."

I was about to put the phone down when it chimed again; it was her again. All the text said was, "BTW... thanks for helping me out. ;-)"

Even though no one was around, I felt myself blushing as I put the phone on the charger. For a moment, I wondered how she knew, but then I realized there really could not have been any other way that it had turned off.

After they left, I gave it a solid hour before I did something I should not be doing. I walked back down the hallway to the door to the basement. It was locked, but I was no slouch; I knew things about locks, and within five minutes, I had the door open. Besides, the lock was not complex. I made a mental note to send a thank you message to that lockpicking guy on youtube I liked to watch.

I walked down the steps and looked around for cameras or alarms but could see none. Maybe I am just a paranoid bastard, but I would have had cameras and alarms everywhere.

Right now, the room was lit by the sunlight coming in through two windows high on the basement walls. They were covered with privacy film so no one could see in, were they to get up to the house. The 'wagon wheel' I had seen Stacy strapped to was now fully upright, and the puddle had been cleaned. The machinery that had been pistoning her pussy was put away, and the room looked clean.

I found a light switch and turned it on, but it only turned on a series of lights around the room, each pointing at a wall section with things on it. It was well done. The walls were lined with purple material that looked like crushed velvet. On one wall were pictures of Ralph, Stacy, and several other people that I did not recognize in different poses. All of them were in some way being played with, tortured, or fucked by one person or another.

On another wall was a selection of whips, cuffs, straps, and other things I could not recognize. All of which I had no question about what they were used for. And strangely enough, I found myself getting aroused. The rest of the walls were covered with every possible BDSM toy you could think of, and a few I had no clue about.

As I made my way around the room I found a small, portable, DVD player with a build in screen. Next to that was a camera and some other recording equipment. I touched the power button on the player and after a second I saw Ralph and Stacy walking around the room, both were in robes, laughing and talking, it looked like they were sharing a joint.

Nervously I looked around, listened to make sure I did not hear anyone in the house, then looked back at the video.

I fast forwarded through the video until I saw something that looked interesting. Ralph had Stacy on the wheel and was putting clips on her nipples as she groaned.

My dick was now rock hard and straining against my pants.

I skipped forward again and now Ralph was walking around naked while she was blindfolded, still on the wheel, but her legs had been raised with straps under her knees. The piston machine that I had seen earlier was plowing her ass and she was grunting with every thrust it made.