My Naughty Aunty By Theduck1930 free porn video

Chapter One

Our Aunty was very naughty and us boys just loved her because of that. How it all started;

We lived on the coast of the Pacific Ocean on the Olympic Peninsula a few miles north of Aberdeen, Washington. Dad was in the business of logging and owned a fairly large company with a fleet of fifty trucks and hired more than two hundred men and women. The women were office personnel along with a couple of men. The rest of the men were either maintenance and heavy equipment operators or fallers, choke setters, toppers or timber cruisers or truck drivers hauling logs to the mill in Aberdeen.

I for one loved to go with dad during the summer when school was out as he checked on his operations. Dad did some timber cruising and when I was old enough he took me along many times. Timber cruising is hard work as we had to walk through the trees of the forest and examine the growth covering a few thousand acres to see if they were market size trees or figure about when they might become log size. Dad also had two other men who were very good timber cruisers and road maintenance men. They also operated dad’s bull dozers and road graders and saw that bridges were built or repaired as needed before the Spar Poles and trucks rolled to the areas where logs were to be cut.

Every road had to be examined and gravel hauled and spread and the roads had to be smooth and wide so the trucks could haul the logs out without worry that the road might give way under the tires. Some areas had drops of several hundred feet, Dad wanted to make sure his drivers would not have to worry about that. Even after his road crew had reported back that the roads were as safe as they could be and there would not be a problem with them, dad would drive his pick-up over them and do a final inspection himself. Then he would take one of his trucks towing the bunker behind along the road to insure there were no curves hard to navigate. With 75 to 80,000 pounds of logs on a truck he did not want even one to fail to make the run by falling off a cliff or get stuck on a curve for any reason.

Logging was an interesting occupation to me. And when Aunty visited I wanted to know where all the good fishing was. Ahemmm. (Clearing my throat)

I had my own four wheel drive pickup to drive around the mountain roads so I could navigate some very muddy areas that logging creates many times.

Mom had an office and worked as an accountant in a small town and had several big accounts. Doctors, Dentists, the grocery store and one gas station and the one bar. She also did the taxes for dad. Dad’s office women of course did all the data and turned it all into mom once every three months so she could file dad’s quarterly taxes.

Mom had to hire a cook and house keeper to cover the needs of the house so I think she was making very good money herself. As my br0ther and I grew up, we never lacked for anything ever. But when it came to birthdays and Christmas we only got one present each. Mom always had a big tree for Christmas and the house was well decorated and our Christmas meal lacked nothing for variety or quantity. Our housekeeper and her family would spend Christmas Eve with us and help of course with serving and clean up.

Sometimes some family would come over that evening and spend a night or two, most of the time it would be our Aunt Barbra (dad’s s1ster). She turned out to be one very naughty lady.

Our house was rather large with six bedrooms and a nice view of the ocean and a small beach that was accessible by hikers during very low tides. Otherwise it was very private and no one could see it until they had walked around a point of rock on either side or walked the trail from the top of our bluff half way down. Oh our beach was plenty large enough to accommodate a family reunion once a year when we would have about one hundred people there. But mostly the crowd kept to the upper yard above for most of the festivities. Of course our family all brought food to share as we feasted well. Our yard covered ten acres with plenty of camping space as several cousins like to camp out.

Well that was pretty much the how we lived. And now for the details about my tale.

Chapter Two

Aunty Barbra was a nice looking lady, not a Play Boy Bunny but definitely not hard to look at either. At five foot six and I’d guess one-hundred-forty-five pounds (having picked her up a few times). She seemed to like it when I came up behind her and grabbed her around her waist and lifted her off her feet. She would giggle like a little girl as her feet cleared the floor. She had dark-brown hair she took good care of and brown eyes that had a sparkle to them and her lips turned up in a very pleasant way that gave her a look as though she was always happy, which she was when she was around us at least. Her cheeks were rosy as well and used only a very small amount of make-up. She did not need much in the way of make-up at all. The way her chest stuck out I’d say she sported C-Cups and displayed as much cleavage as possible and an hourglass figure with a small bubble butt with legs that reached all the way to the floor. Gaud I loved looking at her legs. Betty Grable of movie fame had her legs insured, and I thought Aunty Barbra should too. She only wore low heeled shoes never more than two inches high. Her ankles and feet were something to make wet dream about too. All in all Aunty Barbra was one nice looking woman. My pecker gets hard just thinking about her.

Well it was Christmas Eve and Aunty Barbra came over to spend a couple of nights and I had just graduated the spring of that year. My br0ther had graduated the year before and had entered the U of W in Seattle taking up law, and he was home on Christmas break. So there were the four of us and the housekeeper’s family of four who just happened to be two girls, one was 18 and one 19 and Aunty Barbra made nine. Nice size group to make for a fun evening.

Since my br0ther and I were the same ages as the girls and the girls were nice looking ones to, I could dream anyway. I fantasized about how nice it would be to fuck them both of course, most guys do, all it took to do that was opportunity and if the girls were willing of course. It was a fact I was willing and I think my br0ther was also. Oh well. A guy can dream anyway.

With all the help of six ladies there was little for us guys to do, except to find a way to build our appetites as the women prepared the meal and set the table which mom wanted to be just perfect. So being intelligent men we left it all to the women to prepared meal and get the table set and wait for their call to us to come eat. There were some great football games on TV anyway and we were more interested in that than food prep. We were just doing the natural guy thing under the circumstances.

My br0ther and I and the housekeeper’s husband, John and dad had brought in a few fireplace logs and dad set the fire going while my br0ther found the football game on the Telly while the rest of us found the best seats to view the game. The U of W was playing U.S.C. Now that usually is a very good match-up. We settled in ready for the kickoff.

U.S.C won the coin toss and elected to receive. U of W was kicking the opening kick. As we watched U.S.C. took the ball back to their 44 yard line, and the game was on. We were called for supper around half time but still could view the Telly from where we sat at the table but seemed somehow to lose track of the game as we ate and talked with the other half of the family.

Mom had settled on a menu of a large ham with cloves and brown sugar glaze, sweet potatoes and mashed with ham gravy and mixed vegetables coffee and milk and water to drink. She had three kinds of pie, apple, pumpkin and cherry and chocolate cake with ice cream for our desert. Sure was a great feast.

Mom took charge of arranging the seating at the table;
She had dad set at the head of the table as he is the head of the house To his right she placed Allen because he is the eldest son with me on dad’s left. Next to me were Aunty Barbra, then Wendy then Hope. Next to Allen were Janice and then John. Mom sat at the end opposite of Dad. She had access to the kitchen and would retrieve what ever needed from the kitchen.

We talked about some of the things happening in the logging industry and dad was concerned about the weather and how that affected his roads. There was a lot of rain this day and no let up in sight for some time. But then where we lived the normal rainfall for this time of year was 8 inches per day. Things can get kinda soggy along the forest roads this time of year. Dad was saying, “I’ll have to drive a couple roads before New Years Eve to see if any are in need of repair before moving logs over them in January next year.”

I asked, “Dad do you want me to tag along to help out?”

“Yeah that would be nice to at least have company along. Never know if I might need some help this time of year. I have had problems on occasions in the past and help would have been very welcome, so yeah come along. I plan to start day after tomorrow.””

“Ok. We have a date then.”

Aunty Barbra was distracting me more and more. She kept pressing her right leg against my left leg and once she even had her right foot hooked under my left ankle.

I tried to move away as much as possible but really I had nowhere to go. My cock was more in control of my movements than the rest of my body; it was getting hard and taking over the thinking for me.

All of a sudden Aunty had her hand on my thigh and right next to the head of my cock. My face must have turned rather red as dad asked me if I felt OK. I told him I was fine even though my face was giving off something else. I turned toward Aunty Barbra looking at her face and a slight smirk seemed to flash in her eyes, then she turned to get a bite of food from her plate like nothing was happening.

Gaud, I was not only embarrassed, but speechless to say the least. I looked away and at my plate and tried to get something on my fork, but whatever I got on it fell off. I was fumbling and my hands were trembling.

Dad looked at me again and said, “Willy, maybe you should go to your room for a few minuets and lie down. You just do not look good.”

I excused myself and left and did like dad said. I lay there on my bed for maybe five minuets and then got up and went into my bathroom and washed my face. I felt better and was thinking about Aunty Barbra’s activities. Oh, I had wanted to get next to her, close enough to fuck her but at the dining room table? I returned and took my chair and sat down again. Aunty seemed to be behaving herself as we ate this time. Maybe she thought her advances had been too much for me to accept. The conversation for the rest of the meal went on about girl stuff mostly and br0ther’s school progress.

Later that evening when the table was cleared off and everything was put away the ladies joined us in the great room and dad poured an after dinner wine for everyone. The chatter centered around our housekeeper and her family.

When the wine was finished, it was time to open presents. Passing them around fell to the housekeeper’’s husband as he just seemed to like doing that and did every year. The first things to get passed around were the Red Socks hung on the fireplace mantle. The first one went to Janice his oldest girl and then one to Wendy his youngest. Mom came next, then Hope, our housekeeper, then br0ther Allen and then myself. Aunty Barbra and dad. Jim, Hope’s husband got his last. Everyone’s Red Stocking was filled the same, due mostly because dad filled them. There were winter scarfs but different colors and nuts n hard candy in small bags and an orange and a large peppermint candy cane. But what came from under the tree was more fun.

Dad got a new belt and a pair of iron pants for timber cruising.

Mom got a new external hard-drive so she could take her files anywhere she wanted and a pair of house slippers as hers had seen better days.

Hope and John got a ticket for a one week Caribbean cruise, something they had wanted for some time. Seemed like a good time since their girls were now old enough to care for themselves.

Allen got a nice crisp hundred dollar bill to help with his needs at school.

Janice and Wendy each got new house coats which they seemed to like.

I got a new set of chains for my truck. Boy, I needed them since I had been stuck a couple of times. A good thing I had a winch on the front of my truck at those two times, chains would have done a better job as I still had to slug it out driving for another mile or so.

When all was said and done for the evening our housekeeper and her family left for home. Aunty Barbra had gone to her room for the night and Jim and I said our good nights to mom and dad. It had been a good day after all.
Chapter Three

My room and Aunty Barbra’s room shared the same bath. The reason for that dated some years back. Allen and I shared the same room while we were p*****ns. That made cleaning easier for Hope until Allen became f******n and I was thirteen. We began competing with each other over the most mundane things so mom decided since there were ample bedrooms and a bath between them except for theirs, that Allen and I should have our own room and our own bathroom. So Allen moved across the hall. So Aunty’s room shared my bathroom.

When I got to my room, I was getting ready for bed and used the bathroom to brush my teeth and relieve myself. I listened to make sure it was empty and knocked lightly on the door to make sure. There was no answer so I went on in. I was wearing just my briefs and barefoot. As I was standing there in front of the toilet letting out a nice stream, the door suddenly opened on Auntys side, there stood Aunty in her birthday suit. She looked a little surprised but then smiled as she looked toward my cock. I tried to cover up with my hands but with a stream of urine flowing that was impossible.

“Don’t try to hide it, Willy. You have a very nice looking cock there. Feeling it at dinner it felt real good and hard. I could become addicted to that,” smiling even broader.
“But Aunty Barbra,...” I started to complain, but she cut me off.

“Willy! I think I want that stuck into my cunt.”

“Well Aunty your cunt looks very nice, but do you really think we should be fucking? I mean you are my dad’s s1ster.....”

She cut me off again with, “That does not matter to me. I am horny and need some cock and your’’s looks so good. I’ll let you in on a secret one day if you fuck me tonight. And just wait until next summer for some really great times. But tonight I want you to fuck my brains out. Think you can do that? I have seen you looking at my tits often enough when I am visiting, and you just said you liked the looks of my pussy.”

“Oh gaud Aunty Barbra, I don’t know. It just does not seem right somehow.”

“Ok, then let’’s go to my room and find out if that is a possible or not.”

I was really reluctant but followed her soon as I shook the last drop of urine off my cock. It had risen to about half mast all on its own, one would not wonder why, I had this slutty feeling like I was getting into something very taboo. Something no one should be doing, but there was Aunty Barbra, whom I had many wet dreams about fucking, teasing me toward her bed.

I looked at her pussy again and noticed there was something sticking out from her vulva that looked strangely like a very small penis yet different somehow. Other than that her vulva looked normal. That something
kinda bothered me. I was going to discover very soon though just what this thing is Aunty has.

Willy was shivering with anxiety and desire all mixed up in my head, there was no explaining the sensations running through his mind and body all at the same time. At eighteen and horny, horny was winning. His dick had not reached full erection yet, it was semi-hard and wanting, he scared half to death from anxiety. What was I doing in Auntys room. I felt as though I was committing a sin. I felt her hand take my arm and I turned to face her.

She looked me in the eye and held the back of my head and kissed me. Gently at first and slipped her hand low to find my cock, giving it a light stroke. Then aimed it at her pussy and rubbed it around that wet snatch getting moisture on it making it slick. Then she stroked it lightly again.
Willy noticed that little bump sticking out between her vulva lips as she rubbed my dick up and down the wet slit. It seemed to harden a little as my cock was getting quite firm by now. Willy’s head was spinning from lust that only a virgin young man could experience. It was somewhat like bees buzzing and vibrating his brain which was not functioning at all except for the feeling of lust. There was no more thought about Aunty Barbra being his aunt, only the fact that there was a woman standing there moistening his dick and stroking it and that little thing that was bumping his dick as she stroked his dick.

Gaud Willy was getting hard and had lost his inhibitions about her and who she is. His hard cock had taken over the thinking for me. She rubbed my cock between her pussy lips again and sent shock waves up his spine that his cock demanded to fuck her.

She pushed Willy onto her bed and lay back spreading her legs in one motion. Then moaned at him to get on top of her. “No foreplay. Just fuck me for now. OK?”

“Anything you want Aunty, I’ll try to.” He just lay on top of her between her legs and she guided my cock right on in. She was dripping wet already and it slid in no problem. Gaud she felt good as his cock was enveloped inside her warm wet cunt. Willy had never felt anything so good as his cock penetrated her cunt. He was in heaven as that vagina enveloped me. Her vagina muscles held my cock like the two things were made to exactly fit. He pressed into her as far as he could feeling her cervix opening when he bottomed out. Then just lay there a moment savoring the feeling his cock was sending into my entire body.

Aunty Barbra cried out as he entered, “Oh Willy, gaud, your cock feels so damn good in there. That’s exactly where you belong baby. Pump hard will you? I need it hard and fast.”

I did not move as I was feeling the wetness and slickness of her cunt. My cock twitched a little. Then I finally moved in and out involuntarily, like a robot, there was nothing mental involvement at all, it was something I just had to do. Everything was on auto-pilot it seemed. I was fucking my Aunty Barbra. Gaud what a feeling. Then I had to move faster and made contact with her pelvis and clit, that clit seemed to fuck back. Then repeated it faster and faster and harder and harder.

“Gaud, pump faster and as deep as you can. Walleeeee yessss,” she wrapped her legs around him and spurred him in, cumming hard at the same time. She must have been thinking about this for some time today or maybe longer. He just lay there pumping in and out slowly as she rode out her orgasm. She was gasping for air and breathing very hard and she had gotten her bed wet from all the squirting she had done while cumming.

Willy had not had time to cum she had been so fast. As he kept pushing in a pulling out slowly, he could feel his prostrate begin to pressurize and semen about to erupt. “Aunty I am about to cum. Do I need....”

“No, cum in me. I am passed baby production. I want your cum in me. Give me your entire load, I need it all.”

Then she orgasmed again just as I lost my load. ‘Gaud I had never felt anything so damn good in my life.’ “Oh my gaud Aunty, what you do to me.” He was cumming and cumming some more. Aunty was retching and bucking too and gasping again for air. “That was the best thing I have ever experienced. Was it really good for you too?”
“Gaud Willy I needed that. Especially a young guy’s cum. You did me really good. I’ll need more of that.”

He rolled off her onto my back and she followed his roll and slid down and took my cock into her mouth and cleaned it off sucking more semen out. Gaud I had never felt anything so stimulating ever. It was too much for my sensitive cock to handle, I had to pushed her head away. It felt like my cock was plugged in an electric outlet. I felt shock waves hit me every time she moved her mouth down and back up.

“Honey, don’’t you like me cleaning your cock for you?”

“Oh yes I do but I am far too sensitive for you to use your mouth right now. Please stop for a minute.”

“I’m sorry. Just thought you’d enjoy that.”

“I do. But my cock is too sensitive right after cumming Aunty. How come you decided to fuck me Aunty?”

“Well I’m just horny and the way you look at me every time I come to visit was just so stimulating and getting to my baser instincts. Then I’m not selective about who I let fuck me when it comes to relatives. i****t I find to be really erotic and safe from things I do not want, such as S.T.D.’s. Since you were showing interest in my boobs and watching you try to get a peek up my dress, I began to wonder about your cock and then I just had to find out how nice it is.”

“And how nice is it Aunty?”

“Oh it is wonderful. Long enough and thick enough to fill my cunt very nicely. I came harder than I can recall. And just look at you, you’re getting hard again. Are you about ready to fuck me again, or need more time?”

“Oh, I think I am almost ready to fuck some more. I hope no one hears us though.”

“Well with no bedroom on my side of the bathroom and your room between that and the next one no one should be bothered at all.”

Next thing I know Aunty Barbra is straddling me and sitting on my cock. She must have had a lot of practice as she moved so smoothly and easily I hardly noticed until she was sitting impaled on my cock, balls deep. Then she began rocking back and forth and squeezing my cock every time my cock went deep. Gaud that felt good. She d**g her tits across my face while bending forward over me. I grabbed them and started sucking on her hard nipples that caused her to move faster and squeeze harder on my cock. I was bucking up into her as hard as I could and she was moaning, “Oh gaud that feels inside my cunt. Your cock is just what I needed Willy. Ooooohhhhhhh I’’m cumming baby, I’m cumming. GAUD I need it deeper and deeper. Ooohhhh my gaud!”

Aunty was panting and gasping for air. She wanted to keep moving but just sat there gasping. “Honey that is soooo damn good. I gotta get off and I want you to fuck my pussy.”

She rolled off me and lay on her back as I followed her and began shoving my cock in as deep as I could and as fast as possible. There was that tiny cock of hers again, it seemed to always be in the way. I was going to cum any moment now and Aunty face was red and looking strained and then squirted again and the color returned to her face and she smiled. “Gaud Willy, keep going.”

He shot a load into her and damn it felt good. ‘Good’ hardly tells how it felt, its just the only word that comes to mind. It was mind blowing the way he cum. Aunty was squeezing and milking his cock with her pussy muscles as he shot that load.

He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him for fear he’d fall off her. He just lay there exhausted for the longest time with his shrinking cock in her. She just let it stay there. Not squeezing it. If she had her pussy muscles surely would have pushed it out.

They must have laid like this for five minutes or more though it seemed longer, but then why take time to set a stop watch on something this good? His cock began to stiffen, then all of a sudden shot another load into her pussy and another. To him it felt like his back bone had followed his semen right into her. His balls had been drawn right out of the head of my cock. This was all new territory for him, he had never experienced anything like this with any other girl ever. Then it was all over for him. he had shot my entire load for the night. He lasted just long enough for Aunty to get off one more time and she collapsed on under him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to himself. Gaud it felt so good and then she finally got off him and lay beside him kissing and hugging the young man.

They woke the next morning just the way we fell asl3ep the night before. Naked and arms wrapped around each other and me with morning wood. Gaud I had to pee. Aunty grabbed my cock and stroked it and asked if I could use it in her pussy again. I had to tell her I had to pee so bad I wasn’t sure about that at the moment. So she let go and I ran into our bathroom and relieved myself.

When I had finished, I washed off a little and walked back into her bedroom and she took her turn. Seemed to take forever before she was back but when she was she was licking her lips and looking at my cock that was semi-hard again thinking about getting another fuck. She went down on me and swallowed my whole cock and sucked hard on it. “I want to taste your cum Willy, I want to swallow it all and savor it. I love the taste of cum and need to swallow it and swirl cum around my mouth as I do. I hope you don’t mind sweetie,” with that she was back to sucking and deep throating my cock. If I had thought fucking her cunt was good, this was almost as good. The way she gave a blowjob felt very good to and something Willy wanted more of. He was not complaining one bit nor was his morning wood.

He soon blew my load into her mouth and she drew off when she had it all and swallowed it all and swirled it around her mouth and swallowed the rest.

“Willy,” Aunty said, “that was some great tasting cum. I’ll have to have more and soon. But for now, we better get dressed and go down for breakfast. I’’m going to look forward to tonight when we can fuck some more. Now go get dressed.”

So off I went and we met in the kitchen for breakfast. Mom was busy cooking and dad was sitting at the table drinking his morning coffee.

“Good morning dad and mom,” I greeted them and said the same to Aunty Barbra and got a good morning from all of them in return.

A short time later bro entered the kitchen saying, “Good morning everyone. Hope all had a good night. I know I did and am ready for the new day.”

I smiled to myself at that greeting but replied with a good morning back to Allen and life just seemed to go on as normal. I could not help myself, I had to look at Aunty Barbra’s legs and tits. When I looked up at her face, she was smiling slightly having caught me scanning her body. Well can anyone blame me for that? I’m just a red blooded healthy American boy after all.

Mom had made ham n eggs with hash browns and her home-made biscuits and set home made jam on the table with a bowl of canned fruit and small bowls for each of us.

“So what shall we do today?” asked dad, looking around the table for a reply.

Allen said, “I thought I’d just sit and read some of my text books to stay up to speed at school. My prof is one tough cookie and expects answers to his questions that at least sound intelligent.”

I looked at dad and said, “I have not made any special plans. I’ll get a few fireplace logs in for this evening. Maybe something will come up that sounds like fun by then.”

Mom thought, “I’ll will just fiddle around the house and maybe do some crocheting or maybe find something Barbra and I can do together. Got any ideas Barbra?”

Barbra shook her head no looking toward me and back to mom quickly.
Chapter Four

The day looked like it would be a nice one with the sun coming over the top of the mountains. It would soon be shining on us brightening our hearts. Winter can be very cold and wet along the Washington coast, and before the sun comes over the Olympic Mountains it is cold. If we get sunny mornings the temperature can be in the twenties. But this morning it was a nice thirty-five and warming. I began thinking about the rivers close by and the Steelhead Trout in them this time of year. So when I finished eating I set about bringing in the fireplace logs and then asked dad if he wanted to go Steelhead fishing. His eyes lit up and said, “Now that does sound like a great idea.”

Our rods and tackle boxes were always handy so it never took long before we were ready. Dad kissed mom goodbye letting her know what we had planned and even Allen could not resist the lure of rivers so he came along also. That left mom and Aunty Barbra to themselves, and we were off.

Once on the river we were casting our lures and feeling for the slight tug and then the hard yank of a fish on. Dad seemed like the most fortunate fisherman in the family and sure enough he had a beauty on. His pole was bent hard as he fought the fish and the current. Allen and I were far enough away so we would not get tangled in dad’s line but kept an eye on him none-the-less as these fish can move fast up or down stream, really fast even on a snug drag. Dad got his fish in without disturbing our fishing after a good fifteen minute fight. Measured it eighteen inches and weighed it at twelve pounds and released it back to the river. Steelhead trout in this river run around six to twelve pounds. In one river draining from the southern part of the range run up to forty pounds. The average seems to be ten pounds over all our rivers. There was plenty of fish in dad’s freezer anyway. He was just out for the sport of catch and to spend the day.

Allen hooked the next one and when he landed it you could tell it was smaller than dad’s but we were not in competition anyway. I was still working hard for mine but I came up dry for the day and no one else caught another fish either. Well that is how Steelhead fishing goes anyway. I have gone many trips and not caught one and then other times it seems I cannot keep them off my hook. I think the dry days out number the days I took fish.

As expected the day was bright and sunny and along the river there was little or no wind as the hills on either side helped shield us from it. We had taken our jackets off to keep cool. For December it is warm out of the wind. It was getting to be about 4:00 p.m. so we headed back to the truck and drove home. The two women were there putting food together as mom thought we should be along anytime. And since we had not taken a Lunch along we were famished. More ham and mashed potatoes sounded great to our empty stomachs. Coffee was on so we filled cups for ourselves and got out of the way of mom and Aunty Barbra. Gaud I thought she was looking hot, must be because of our activity the night before and this morning. I can hardly wait until tonight to see what Aunty would do.

Mom asked how our fishing trip was. And I told her I was out fished by both dad and Allen. But we had a good day together.

Dad just smiled as Allen said, “Dad caught the biggest fish while mine was just a bit larger than bait.” Well if you call a ten and a half pound fish bait, then it was bait.

Mom and Aunty Barbra just smiled.

Dad asked, “What have my two favorite ladies been doin while we worked so hard on the river for fish?”

Barbra answered, ““We went into town and shopped until we thought we should get home to feed the three of you.”

“How were the roads into town?” asked dad.

“They were just fine honey,” replied mom.

“Is Hope coming today?” asked dad.

“No silly. You know this is Christmas day. Besides, if she were she would have been here by now. Hope is not due here for another two days. Now wash up and come eat.”

As usual mom’s cooking was very good, I think I over ate because I lacked resistance to her meals. If I were not careful, I’d get fat. Mom is a great cook and seems to like cooking. It shows in the things she serves us. Aunty does well too, when we have visited her she has served some great meals that competed with moms.

Speaking of which Aunty Barbra seemed to be flaunting her assets as we adjourned to the great-room. Her buns were bouncing slightly and she seemed to be trying to call attention to her legs because she was wearing a short hemmed dress and stockings that any red blooded male’s attention would be drawn to the way she was strutting as she walked. Aunty had some awesome legs anyway. I had noticed them years ago and had a hard time not looking at them. I always hoped that somehow her short skirts would ride up and I’d get a look at the panties I fantasized about, and maybe a view of her buns.

My panty fantasy was panties with a slit in the center so when Auntys legs separated her cunt would be on display. Well I can dream anyway.

When we got into the great-room and found seats, Aunty Barbra sat on one end of the sofa and I took a seat in one of the recliners where I could see up her skirt if she spread her legs slightly. Dad was lighting the fire in the fireplace and mom took a seat on the sofa next to Aunty. Allen found a place on the sofa next to mom leaving the other recliner for dad. When we were all comfortable dad was saying, “I had a lot of fun these past few days. I have always liked this time of year when every place you go is decorated festively. And the music is cheerful with a lilt to it.””
Aunty commented, ““Yes I like all that about the season too and the feasting that goes on. We sure are blessed aren’t we?”

“Yes we are,”” replied mom. “I just love preparing meals this time of year. The variety makes for fun working on the different dishes, baking pies and special side dishes. Makes my mouth water thinking about it.”

“You are making my mouth water talking about that,” said Aunty as she looked at my crotch unashamedly. (Made my cock twitch in my pants as she did that. I am sure that did not go unnoticed by her sharp eyes.).

By now the fire was crackling shooting flames nearly into the chimney making the room cheerier. Allen seemed to be deep in thought but was not saying much, though he seemed to be content just being with the family. Dad was being strangely quiet also. Usually he was very talkative, but not this evening. He had picked up a magazine on logging he gets, and settled down to read some of the articles, Allen had one of his text books at hand, one I suppose he had planned to read earlier when I had suggested we go fishing. I just smiled as I knew his addiction to fishing made the decision between study and wading the rivers a no brainer. Mom was just smiling looking at her family like she was proud of each of us. And Aunty was staring at the fire as the flames licked the walls on their way toward the flue. Yes I thought all things considered it had been a great day.
Chapter five

I finally decided I was due for a shower and maybe bed, so I excused myself and headed off to my room. I hardly had time to strip out of my clothes when the bathroom door opened and Aunty Barbra stood there in her slippers and nothing else. I had no idea how she could strip so fast and appear in my room naked. “Thought you might need your back washed sweetie, and maybe a BJ in the shower.”

I just stood there for a moment staring at her nudity. She was nearly a dream standing there. I finished removing the rest of my clothes and a smile on my face we went back into the bathroom and she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature and stepped in, I followed closely. Well how else would anyone follow when two are entering a shower stall. Mine was a little larger than normal but still even for one there was standing room only. I pressed against her back side as I entered and she never tried to make more room. She did turn to face me and press her breasts to my chest and kissed me. Our tongues met somewhere between, licking each other’s lips like they were trying to dodge passed each other. I noticed something squeezing my cock and pulling slightly on it and then pushing and then pulling again.

With the warm water spraying on us, I felt very relaxed and desired. Was I falling in love with my own aunt? That seemed unthinkable somehow. Well I did love her, but had only thought of her as my aunt, that is until last night and now she was a sex object more so than before, so I was not really IN love with her like I wanted to marry her or anything. I’m sure mom, and dad and br0ther Allen would never approve of such a thing. I wondered how Aunty Barbra would react. Was fucking the only interest she had, or might she have some alterative motive? Well my cock was loving the attention she was giving it and so was I.

We finally just washed each other’s backs and felt each other up a bit then got out of the shower and dried off.

Aunty Barbra asked, ““Your bed or mine?”

“Better your’’s than mine Aunty. Fewer neighbors you know.”
So we adjourned to her bed this time she did bring a few towels this time. Wet sheets from pussy and cock juice did not work well the night before. Aunty Barbra had my cock in her mouth before I could lay down and followed me to the bed and lifted her leg across my chest until she was straddling me and her pussy in my face and her mouth around my cock and her nose pressed against my pelvis and lowered her hips until her pussy was making contact with my mouth.

She had kept her pubic hair trimmed so it was short and the hair line took on the look of a direction indicator, pointing toward her slit. Nice to know where to start in situations like this.

I never licked a pussy and I was surprised, I liked the smell of it and I licked my lips and found she tasted good too. It tasted rather bland and was slightly slimy as I began exploring her twat with my tongue and found lots of things to swirl my tongue around. The outer lips I sucked on and then found there was another set of lips inside of those and sucked those a little. Then I found there was this hole I had my cock in last night and stuck my tongue into it, that got a reaction out of Aunty so I tongue-fucked it as deep as I could probe my tongue in. Then my tongue found a smaller hole just below that - below because Aunty was on her tummy on top of me - and probed that one and Aunty seemed to like that too. There was this small cock like thing bumping on my chin and it was quite firm. I took it in my mouth and rolled it around as I sucked on it and Aunty about went nuts. Her pelvis rolled against my tongue as I did that. She lifted her mouth off my cock long enough to tell me to suck on it and lick it, I did, then she went back to deep-throating me and rolling her hips until she had my nose in her cunt hole and somehow kept her clit in my mouth, I was sucking and licking it just like it was a real cock.

Then all of a sudden she rolled off me, “Willy fuck me as hard and as fast as you can.”

I got on top of her and tried to do what she wanted and she came really hard squirting again getting the towels wet again.

I was getting close to cumming and I could feel Auntys stomach muscles heaving under me and her vaginal muscles grabbing my cock milking it hard. “Aunty, do you want me to stop? I am about to cum.”

“Oh yeah! Stop for a minuet.”

I did but too late as I shot a load into her cunt and followed it by ramming my cock as deep as I could and held it there trying to go even deeper. I was gasping for air, pulled my cock out a bit and rammed it back in hard and deep and shot another load into her sloppy cunt. Pressing even harder into her. I felt like I was about to fall into her cunt and really wanted to. Aunty was hanging onto me for dear life gasping like a fish out of water. My breath was coming fast and hard to. What seemed like an hour before we finally caught enough air to breathe almost normally and I said, “Gaud Aunty that was intense. I tried to stop before I shot my wad but it was too late.”

“Oh Willy that was gaud awfully good. Stopping would never have been any better. I thought it was perfect, sweetie. Now get off me so I can clean you off. I want to savor that sweet cum mixture of ours and suck more of your cum out of your cock. I just feel starved for your cum in my mouth.”

I did as she asked and rolled off her and she went down on me and began licking, then sucking my cock and sure enough I felt more cum drain out of my cock into her mouth. As soon as she had finished sucking me off again, she lay down beside me and hugged me close. We were kissing like long lost lovers with dueling tongues and gaud that was good. I could taste the mixture of our combined juices in her mouth as my tongue probed it. My cock was semi hard and Aunty was playing with it while we were lip locked.

“Aunty, I want to taste your pussy now and suck as much of our cum out as I can. I want to feel your clit as I suck on it. It feels so big and gets so firm, I like the feel of it between my lips as I run my tongue over it. That is a clit isn’t it Aunty?”

“Yes it is. I do have a very large clit and have used it to fuck girls when I was in college. It gets stiff enough and is long enough to do that. I just can not cum like you do though. I am still all girl.”
Aunty rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me and I kissed her cunt firmly and she bucked as I did, my tongue found her fuck hole and I pressed it in as hard and deep as I could. Aunty raised her butt and grabbed my head as she clamped her legs against the sides of my head and squeezed those thighs of hers together then relaxed and spread wider giving me free access to her cunt. I licked from her baby hole up to her clit and sucked it with my lips swirling my tongue around it at the same time. Aunty was bucking harder now and her pussy was dripping more and I could taste my cum as it ran out with our mixture of fluids, I never knew I would like my own semen so much. Mixed with Auntys pussy juices it tasted a lot better than I had hoped for. I sucked it out of her until all I was only getting was pussy juice. I knew by then I’d be eating my own semen often after that and did. I did when Aunty was not around for me to fill her cunt and suck her clean after. I had acquired a taste for my own cum and wanted to eat it all the time.

Aunty was loving it as I cleaned her cunt for her as she was talking dirty to me; “Yeah Willy, eat my cunt and clean your cum out of it. Gaud you have a tongue that is magic as you lick and suck my baby hole and clit. OH GAUD I’M CUMMING AGAIN, YOU NASTY BOY. Eat me, eat me, eat me, damn, eat that dirty pussy Willy, eat it all. AAAHHHHhhh Ahhhh aahhhh gaud Willy you do that so damn good.”

She was bucking up against my face harder now and pressing my face into her cunt with both hands desperate for me to stay there licking and sucking as hard as I can, I had both her ass cheeks in my hands pulling her to my face at the same time getting our mixture of fluids all over my face. Gaud it tasted good. Did I say that before? Well I’m saying it again, the mixture of our juices tasted good. I loved the taste of them, it had become my favorite cocktail. My Mi Tai if you will. Aunty was cumming again and squirted all over my face and I tried to suck it all into my mouth. It was a losing battle for me, there was just too much all at once but I had my mouth covering her baby hole as it came out even so the pressure just overcame the seal I had on it and blew out the sides of my lips and I got some up my nose.

I had to pull off as it was like she was water-boarding me, or it seemed. Talk about wet beds! Even with the towels under her and around her butt the bed got wetter than ever. I guess we will have to sl3ep in my bed when we are too tired to fuck anymore. Gaud I love fucking my Aunty. She is such a good fuck and can fuck forever it seems. She makes me want to fuck nonstop too.

That night I did my best to out fuck her but I think she could have fucked a lot more when I was completely drained and my cock was drooping and not responding anymore. Aunty just held that limp piece of flesh in her hand and kissed it lovingly. “Have enough for tonight Willy? Looks like your dick has had all he can give out. Poor thing is drooping and looks so done out.” Then she kissed it again and gave it one more loving lick. Then she kissed me. “Thank you Willy for such a lovely fuck. I haven’t been fuck so good like that for a very long time. We’’ll have to do that again some time soon and whenever I come to visit, or should I say visit to cum,” with a slight giggle and wiggle. The smile she had on her face was radiant and she looked to be twenty years younger. Her face was beautiful. Then Aunty said, “Of course you can come visit me any time. Just call first so I will be there when you get there.”

We got up and took the wet bedding and towels to the bathroom and hung them up on the shower rod and towel racks to dry out, then went to my bedroom and my bed for the rest of the night.

We slept until eight A.M. and woke. We both had to pee so bad. I told Aunty to use the toilet and I’’ll use the shower, I’ll get the water going at the same time, I cannot wait for you and if you need to go as badly as I, we better just go together. So we both raced into the bathroom. We pulled the sheets down and carried them into my bedroom and went back to shower. We both go in and washed each other and felt each other up as we did.

As soon as we finished, we dried ourselves and went back to my bed and ate each other to orgasm, then dressed. “Aunty, I’ll take care of the dirty laundry we created. I know you have to get ready to leave this morning after breakfast. I hate to see you go. You have shown me such a good time. I’m going to miss you.”

“I know Willy and I’ll miss you too. Come visit me as soon as you can. I’ll make sure my place will be better water proof to,” with a smile and we kissed again and headed for the kitchen.

Chapter Six

The day Aunty Barbra left, dad wanted to drive up to log drop and load area #6. It was getting close to time to harvest the logs from there, and asked Allen and I if we wanted to go with him. Dad hardly ever did timber cruising alone if he could help it. Many times he has needed help, to traverse some areas or help to get out of some difficult spot. He even sprained an ankle once and Allen and I literally carried him back to the truck. So yeah we would go with him. Mom finished packing a lunch for us she had started and placed it in a large cooler and made a big thermos of coffee and tossed in some fruit to munch on.

The three of us dressed in our iron pants and heavy cleated boots and made sure we had rain gear and warm jackets and gloves. Being out in the forests we needed to be prepared to stay warm and dry in case we got stuck for the night. We would not be following any trails but busting brush. That is a good way to get stuck. We would be sure to stay close together also at least where we could spot each other most of the time and hear if one of us needed help. The forests are not a people friendly place but then they are not dangerous if you keep a cool head and prepare to spend the night. Dad always kept three sl3eping bags on the truck he used for timber cruising and axes and a chain saw with fuel and a survival bag with fire starter and plenty of fresh potable water.

When we three were ready dad kissed mom goodbye and we were off. The drive to road number 3039 was a paved highway and our road off was well cared for and graded when in use once a week or more if needed for the first five miles where we turned off on road 3042 that took us to the log loading area. That road needed some work if dad was going to bring a crew in there. But he would decide that after cruising the area first. Dad had no problems driving this road in his truck to the log loading area but did use the four-wheel drive once we started on this road. It was not kept up because it was a spur road but it was well made. Dad had built it twenty years ago and hauled logs out on it himself.

Once at loading area #6 dad parked and we got out. We took out our field glasses and scanned the area below us and up the hill as far as we could. Dad said, “Looks like there are a few logs I can see so let’s get our lines and clevises and take a short hike. Grab a pack bag and stuff something into it to eat and a bottle or two of water,” which we did willingly.

“Shall we go down first for about 1,000 yards?” dad asked.

“Yeah we should while we are fresh,” replied Allen. “I know later on when we want to climb out of there it can be a tough climb.”

We looked over the edge of the clearing and picked a spot to start our decent. Even so it was good to grab some brush to hang onto at first. Then we parted about 30 yards or so apart, we went slowly of course. We all had note pads and a measuring stick to check the size of trees and how many logs there might be in each tree. Dad needed to know if there was enough there to bring in a crew.
About four hours later we got together for lunch and Allen built a fire to warm us as we ate. We sat on old stumps that had been cut years ago. It sure did feel good to sit for a bit. Allen was not in tip-top shape but being young, he was doing OK. Dad asked, ““How many logs did you two find on our way down here?”

Allen said, “I make it out to be one hundred fifty so far.”

“My tally dad comes to one hundred eighty three.”

Dad’s was two hundred twenty-four. “With numbers like this, this area is looking good so far,” dad noted. “We’ll climb back to the loading area and take a short break, then climb the hill another 1,000 yards, then rest again before we descend and check the trees. How does that sound to you guys?””

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” was my reply.

Allen agreed, when the three of us finished our lunch and put the fire dead out, started our ascent. Took the best part of an hour and we were back at our truck. The climb had tired me as I knew it must have been tiring for Allen and dad also. Dad dropped the hydraulic lift gate low enough for us to sit on it.
Dad asked, “Allen how you doin there?”

“Oh I’m OK but sure do need this rest. That was some climb. I better start using the gym, when I get back to school.”

I was drinking water and drained my second bottle. Then fetched two more. Allen and dad did the same, then we were off again. The hill felt like it was steeper than before so we climbed slowly upward. When dad gave the word we were high enough we stopped and sat for nearly a half hour. The sights from here were spectacular, I always loved to sit and look over the tops of trees scanning the valley below and the hills on the other side. As we sat there, a doe walked right passed us close enough to scratch her ears if we wanted. We had been talking but that did not seem to bother her any and disappeared among the brush and trees on its way up the hill.

That was another plus being in the forest. The wild life did not seem to be worried about us if we were still but not necessarily quiet. I have seen deer close by even while running a chainsaw or swinging an axe. So there seems to be a lot of old wives’ tales out there about what spooks deer. I have found that if I walk toward them they spook, but I can walk away from them and they will watch me out of curiosity. Dad says the same thing and having spent a half a life time in the woods working I am sure he is right.

Having rested we began our descent and log counting. When we reached the truck we gave dad our count and we came up with a total of another five hundred or so. Dad was pleased as there was enough to bring in a crew and do a regrade on the road and clean up the log dump landing. “I’ll start this job in about three weeks,”” dad said. “Then in another month I’ll have the riggers set a Spar pole and string the haul-back lines and bring in the fallers and choke setters. We did a good job today. Ready for supper guys? I am for sure. Must be another sandwich and cup of coffee around here some place.”

Allen and I agreed and dug out the food cooler and coffee jug. We were all tired and hungry and the coffee and sandwiches seemed like the best mom ever made. Sure hit the spot with us. I checked my cell phone to see if I had a signal good enough and did, surprise, surprise. I called mom, “Mom, we are about to start down. Should be home in about and hour give or take a few.”

“OK Willy. Thanks for the heads up. I have supper ready to start cooking.”

I turned to Allen and Dad and told them mom would have one of her master pieces waiting on us so we better hurry home.

On the way down we were making good time when we spotted a huge rock that had slid out of the bank onto the road blocking us from passing it. We got out and assessed the problem. It had stopped on a balance point. “Might be we can push it with the truck bumper,” dad thought. He walked around it again and had us try to push it off balance toward the down hill side of the road. We made it move a little and then settled back like it was. Too heavy by hand so dad got into the truck and as close to the uphill side of the road as he could, scr****g the side of the truck as he did. That put him close enough to get slightly behind the rock and cramped his wheels hard into the rock and stopped just before he touched it. Got out and looked it over to make sure it would roll the right direction.

“Willy, get into the truck and keep the wheels cramped hard toward the rock and push it and keep turning into it as you go. But go slow. OK?”

I did as he told me and the rock moved toward the down hill side as we had hoped and I slid it as it came off its balance and rolled some when it got to the edge of the road. Must have gone about fifty feet before stopping against an old rotting log.

I backed the truck to get it lined up to continue our trip. Dad and Allen got in again and dad drove us the rest of the way home.

Upon arriving and we had entered the mud room I could smell the food mom was cooking. It smelled so good it made my stomach growl. We soon had our outer wear off and hung to dry and cogged boots on their rack and slipped on our house shoes and a robe and entered the kitchen. Dad gave mom a big kiss and said, “My, that smells so good honey. I’’m famished and I think there are two more just like me right behind me. I hope there is enough for them after I fill my plate,” then turned to look at us with a wide grin. Dad of course knew mom would have enough for everyone.

Mom told us, “Go get washed up and put on some jeans and clean t-shirts and get right back here, by that time I’ll have it all on the table. Now git you three.”

No sense in arguing with the head of the kitchen at a time like this, so off we went at a fast clip to our rooms and did as we were told. Allen must have been really hungry as he was the first back to the kitchen and grabbing eating utensils and about to set them on the table when I returned. Dad was last to return and everything was ready but mom made us wait until he got there.

“You’re getting slower daddy. What took you so long? Your hired help got here fifteen minuets ago,” mom said. Well it was not really that long, but dad took the ribbing with a smile.

“Well yeah I had to do most of the work out there, these guys just took it easy. I looked at their tally sheets and they had fewer logs recorded than I did,” grinning all the while.

Allen spoke up to defend us, “Dad sent us where he knew we would find less wood. The old codger knew where the easy pickins were.”

That made dad roar with laughter and said, “Well I see law school was not wasted on you,”” and laughed some more. “Just proves the first liar has no chance with the law.”

We all laughed and sat down at the table taking our usual seats with dad sitting in his favorite chair. Everyone knew better than to take that one if we wanted to eat at all.

Mom always sat next to him but Allen and I were on our own. Dad cut the roast mom had fixed and laid slices on plates and passed the plates around to all. Allen and I picked up a bowl of veggies each and took what we wanted and passed them on around.

“I thought you three would be home sooner than you did. What slowed you up?”

Dad told her about the big rock then and how we pushed it out of the road. “Took nearly thirty minuets to getter done,” he said.

“That’s awful,” replied mom. “Did it cause extra work to be done on the road when you move a crew in?”

“Yeah, some but the road needs grading anyway so it won’t be much more than just grading.”

“Oh that’s good then,” mom commented.

Dad told her, “There is a fair amount of logs to cut to, so will begin the grading week after next if the weather stays fair and then have the crew clean up the log dump area and then bring in the Spar Pole and rigging. Then I suppose the fallers and choke setters can go to work in about a month from the time the grader work starts.”

That night when I went to my room for the night, I looked into the room where Aunty Barbra had slept. It looked like mom had cleaned it as everything seemed to be in place and the bed made with clean linen and blankets and the pillows looked to have clean slips on them also. I had forgotten to take the sheets down to the laundry and the towels too. My room had been cleaned also which was something mom hardly ever does but evidently did today. I wonder what she thought when she picked up all that cum laden laundry. It had to smell of sex so strong there would be no missing it, I am sure. Both rooms even smelled clean and my bed was made and had clean sheets and blankets and pillow slips to. Maybe mom might say something about what she found, and then maybe not. I undressed and ran the shower, the warm water felt good on my skin and head. Then dried off and put on some shorts to sl3ep in. That was a waste as it turned out.

As I lay in bed visions of Aunty Barbra danced through my head and the things she did with me. My cock rose to the occasion and I had to strip my shorts off and jack off. Gaud, did I cum thinking about Aunty. I had forgotten about a towel and cum almost to my chin. I scooped it up the best I could and ate it. It did not taste as good as when it was mixed with Auntys pussy fluids but I liked the taste anyway and got as much as I could with my fingers then went to the bathroom and washed off.

I slept good that night waking around six thirty and got up and dressed for breakfast. Mom would be there cooking or doing some dishes or drinking coffee by the time I got there, and sure enough she was. I gave her a hug and kiss and sat down with a cup of coffee and asked, “What’s for breakfast this morning mom?”

“How does waffles and sausage sound?”

“That sounds great, mom.”

“Well we will wait for dad to show up. Allen may not get here until we are done eating. His sl3eping habits have changed since he has been away to the U of W. Must be dorm living or maybe hitting the books late at night.”

“Yeah could be. I noticed he seemed to tire easily too when we were cruising the tree growth. But he did OK. With three of us working we covered a couple hundred acres in good time. Dad can walk the legs off me too I think.”

“It is good both you boys can help out like that. Dad was pretty tired too, from all that climbing around the hill. I think he needs to send the other men out to do the cruising but he insists he can still do it. He should stay in his office more I think. All though for a man his age he seems to be very healthy.”

“He does pass his physicals every year, doesn’t he.”

“Yes he does. So maybe I just fret over nothing. But as long as he takes one of you along or one of his foreman I guess he will do OK. The work helps keep him in shape.”

About then dad entered the kitchen and mom poured him a cup of joe and he sat down kinda hard I thought but he was all smiles so he must be OK today.

“Mom says we are having waffles this morning dad. My favorite. I hope you can get along on that.”

Dad just smiled and said, “Hope mom makes enough so there are a few for you too.” With that dad sat back with his cup in hand and watched mom as she whipped the batter while the waffle iron warmed. I think he was watching mom’s bubble butt more than anything. I know I was. Mom has a very nice lookin set of buns from what I can see. Never seen them unwrapped though.

Chapter seven

It was New Years day and mom was getting ready to put on another of her great feasts. Dad was tuning the TV to watch his favorite NFL team and Allen and I were setting up the chess board. We played a lot of chess together and just about had each others moves figured out so it was getting harder to surprise one-another. Allen was the better player though and I think he had more wins than I though I did have a goodly bunch of them against him. Anyway Allen had a higher IQ though mine was right close to his. We matched out pretty well.

Aunty Barbra called around noon to wish us all a Happy New Year. When I heard dad say her name my cock grew in my jeans. Gaud I wanted to fuck her again. I had not fucked anyone since she went home and I was getting horny. Even our dog was looking good, AAhhhh, crap I know I can do a lot better than that. There was no hair growing on the palm of my hand and my cock was getting sore from its attention at night. I needed pussy and I was getting desperate.

Later that day I was out on our beach, I get good reception there on my cell. I dialed Aunty Barbra’’s number. When she answered, I said who I am and she was glad to hear from me.

“Why Willy, what do I owe this call too?”

“Aunty, I’’m getting so damn horny I can hardly stand it. Can I come over tomorrow and visit for a few hours?”

“Sure Willy. You are welcome anytime. I thought you knew that.”

“Yeah, I thought I might be but didn’t want to call attention to our need for each other.”

“That’s good thinking sweetie. I have a couple of things to get done in the morning but nothing to do all afternoon. So come about eleven A.M. and I’ll have a lunch ready. And then we can entertain each other after. How does that sound?””

“That sounds good to me Aunty. See you tomorrow around eleven. Gaud I can hardly wait.”

“Willy, do not jack off tonight. Save it all for me, OK?”

“OK Aunty. I’’ll try real hard to save it all for you. But I have developed a taste for my own cum since you were here at Christmas.”

“I can appreciate that. I love the taste of your cum too. OK I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie, with a wet pussy,” she teased back.

“OK. Bye Aunty.”

“Bye sweetie.””

With that I put my cell away and climbed the path back to the house. By the time I reached the top of the path my cock had shrunk to normal and I headed for the house.

When I got there, I entered the kitchen and went through to the great room where mom and dad were watching TV. Mom was crocheting which was one of her favorite past times. Don’t know how many doilies and side board scarfs she had made out of string (well crocheting yarn).

“What are you making now mom?”

“Oh just another doily to set aside for a gift to someone one day.”

“The last one you made sure came out looking pretty and lacy.”

“Thank you son. I am glad you liked it.”

I sat down to see what dad was watching. Turned out to be just the news. “Where is Allen?””

“Oh he has locked himself in his room and told us he wanted to study,” dad said.

“I see. Well I guess I had better not