Aunt Rose Dressed Me Like a Girl Chapter 3
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I was at that age in between the single digits and teen years, old enough to have noticed the opposite sex but not yet able to fully understand what to do with the stiffness between my legs. As an only c***d my curiosity about the opposite sex was limited at best. It was summer vacation and my parents had planned a trip abroad and gave me two options. I could go with them or go stay with my Aunt Rose.
The trip sounded boring and my aunt had always been nice to me so I opted to stay with her. My mother and her sister looked so much alike that if it wasn’t for Aunt Rose’s heavier figure a guy could really get mixed up. Mom packed my suitcase to make sure I had everything I needed and then we loaded it with my parent’s bags in the car and off we drove.
Aunt Rose met us at the door and her and Mom exchanged hugs and sister talk as I ran to the back yard where I had remembered a tire swing. The big old black tire still hung by the heavy rope from the ash tree. The grass refused to grow under the swing as so many k**s and beaten the ground down over the years.
Aunt Rose lived alone now with her c***dren raised and gone and she was divorced some years ago. I ignored my parents wave and goodbyes as I began swinging back and forth, my feet occasionally dragging in the damp soil below the swing when I forgot to raise them.
Before long I was covered with dirt and mud and Aunt Rose came to the back door and told me to come in and get cleaned up so we could go to the church social that evening. I was reluctant to stop but she had always been a no nonsense sort of woman so I jumped free of the swing and headed to the house.
I looked at the woman standing in the door, she looked so much like my mother that it was almost scary. But that is about the end of the similarity. Her body was heavier, not fat, just heavier with wide hips that for some reason caused me to feel the start of hardness between my legs. I didn’t understand why, but it felt naughty and I liked the feeling.
Her breasts (my mother said polite men NEVER say tits) were very large and full. Her dress seemed to hold them in place and I wondered if the buttons of her dress would pop off from the pressure. As I reached the door my little cock was almost fully hard with my dirty thoughts of Aunt Rose. I put my hands down to cover the little bulge.
Aunt Rose swung the screen door open and stopped me before I could step in, “You are such a dirty little boy.”
I immediately thought she had read my mind about looking at her breasts, but then when she tugged at my t-shirt pulling it over my head I knew she meant dirty as it related to the mud on my clothes. I wrapped my arms around my chest. I was a little chunky and was self-conscious about the puffy little boy boobs that I thought made me look like a girl.
“You need to get those shoes off and drop those jeans Mister,” Aunt Rose said as she ushered me through the door letting it bang behind me.
There was no way I could take off my jeans, my erection was throbbing more than usual and I knew I was making a tent in my underwear. I kicked off my shoes and hesitated.
“Oh come on Larry,” Aunt Rose said, “I have seen lots of dirty little boys with their pants off.”
She turned towards the house door leaving me unsure what to do, so I turned my back to her and dropped my jeans and tried to cover my erection before turning around. This meant that my little boy boobs were in plain view as I hid my rock hard pecker.
Aunt Rose smiled, looked down at my hands and said, “Let’s get you to the bathroom Mister, I’ll pick up your clothes while you are bathing and pick out some clothes for you. And stop hiding that thing of yours; you’ll just make it sore pushing on it so hard.”
She led me to the bathroom and ran the water, as it was filling the tub she poured in a pink soapy looking liquid that smelled like the lilac bush in our backyard. I could see down the front of her dress, her large full breasts pressed together and I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers between them. As she swished the water with her hand the scent of the lilac became stronger and her breasts swayed from side to side. This site and scent only seemed to heightened the hardness between my legs.
Then she turned to me and tugged my briefs down exposing my erection that was bobbing up and down with the beat of my heart. “You leave that thing alone when you get in the bath, just pay attention to getting clean. I will be back to help you with washing your hair.”
Aunt Rose stood and held my hand as I stepped over the rim of the tub. I swayed a bit and she stepped close holding my hand against her ample breasts as she reached down and cupped my butt with her free hand. I felt my cock jerk in reaction to her touch and stepped right into the tub and sat down hiding my embarrassment.
Aunt Rose left the bathroom as I rubbed my hands over my arms with the bubbles formed by the pink liquid. “Use that washcloth and soap Mister,” Rose said as if she had eyes in the back of her head. I did as she asked and tried to forget my hard little dick, but my hand went to it and the slippery water made my hand glide across the tip and I felt that jerk again. It was like a cramp, yet it felt good in a way I had never felt before.
I slid my hand up and down and the warm scented water filled my head with a strange feeling. I moved my free hand up my tummy and I could feel my puffy little boy boobs slide under my fingers just like my cock in my other hand.
I lay back in the tub, the bubbles hid me entirely and the scent of lilac was so strong that it filled my head with thoughts of my mother. She wore perfume that was this scent and my eyes closed as I thought of her, her long brown hair resting on her shoulders in long soft curls. Her breasts, not as big as Aunt Rose, but still large and full. I loved when she wore a tank top and let the space between her breasts show, just like what I saw when Aunt Rose filled the tub.
My cock was so hard and the rubbing was having a strange effect on me, the bubbles moved on the surface of the water from the motion of my hands, one on my cock, the other on my boobs. I liked the feel of my puffy nipples as my fingers played across them, they felt bigger than normal, but I didn’t care, it felt so good.
I thought again of Aunt Rose’s wide hips and the image in my mind of her breasts swaying back and forth and then there was this hard cramp deep inside me. I felt like I had to pee, but I didn’t, then as if time stood still my cock jerked and I felt something come out of the tip into my hand. No sooner had this happened than Aunt Rose stepped into the bathroom. I didn’t hear her, I sensed her and I opened my eyes to see her standing over me. I held onto my cock tightly as it jerked again and I felt my face flush. Aunt Rose knelt down beside the tub and cupped my cheek with her hand. It was soft and gentle and my cock jerked again, “its okay Larry, let it finish.”
I felt my cock start to soften and Aunt Rose smiled as her hand slid down across my chest and she paused under the water feeling my puffy little boy boobs, then she continued until she was cupping my cock and balls. “Was this your first orgasm Larry, or do you do this all the time?”
I flushed again, embarrassed this time, and said, “My first, I guess I didn’t know it would happen.”
“Well we can talk about it later, for now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Aunt Rose washed my hair and rinsed all the bubbles off me. She toweled me dry with a big fluffy towel and led me into the bedroom that she explained, “This was Jane’s room, I know you will like staying here.”
The room was all girly, pink everywhere. The four poster bed had white lace everywhere. I had never seen anything like this; it was totally unlike my room at home that was more often a pit.
“Now it is time to get dressed,” Aunt Rose said as she pulled something off the bed and said, “look at the pretty pink panties I have for you Laura, you will really like the way they feel against your little clit.”
I balked, stepping back a step, but she pulled me close to her and hugged my naked body. “Laura, these are your news clothes, now step into your new pretty pink panties and I will get your bra.”
The trip sounded boring and my aunt had always been nice to me so I opted to stay with her. My mother and her sister looked so much alike that if it wasn’t for Aunt Rose’s heavier figure a guy could really get mixed up. Mom packed my suitcase to make sure I had everything I needed and then we loaded it with my parent’s bags in the car and off we drove.
Aunt Rose met us at the door and her and Mom exchanged hugs and sister talk as I ran to the back yard where I had remembered a tire swing. The big old black tire still hung by the heavy rope from the ash tree. The grass refused to grow under the swing as so many k**s and beaten the ground down over the years.
Aunt Rose lived alone now with her c***dren raised and gone and she was divorced some years ago. I ignored my parents wave and goodbyes as I began swinging back and forth, my feet occasionally dragging in the damp soil below the swing when I forgot to raise them.
Before long I was covered with dirt and mud and Aunt Rose came to the back door and told me to come in and get cleaned up so we could go to the church social that evening. I was reluctant to stop but she had always been a no nonsense sort of woman so I jumped free of the swing and headed to the house.
I looked at the woman standing in the door, she looked so much like my mother that it was almost scary. But that is about the end of the similarity. Her body was heavier, not fat, just heavier with wide hips that for some reason caused me to feel the start of hardness between my legs. I didn’t understand why, but it felt naughty and I liked the feeling.
Her breasts (my mother said polite men NEVER say tits) were very large and full. Her dress seemed to hold them in place and I wondered if the buttons of her dress would pop off from the pressure. As I reached the door my little cock was almost fully hard with my dirty thoughts of Aunt Rose. I put my hands down to cover the little bulge.
Aunt Rose swung the screen door open and stopped me before I could step in, “You are such a dirty little boy.”
I immediately thought she had read my mind about looking at her breasts, but then when she tugged at my t-shirt pulling it over my head I knew she meant dirty as it related to the mud on my clothes. I wrapped my arms around my chest. I was a little chunky and was self-conscious about the puffy little boy boobs that I thought made me look like a girl.
“You need to get those shoes off and drop those jeans Mister,” Aunt Rose said as she ushered me through the door letting it bang behind me.
There was no way I could take off my jeans, my erection was throbbing more than usual and I knew I was making a tent in my underwear. I kicked off my shoes and hesitated.
“Oh come on Larry,” Aunt Rose said, “I have seen lots of dirty little boys with their pants off.”
She turned towards the house door leaving me unsure what to do, so I turned my back to her and dropped my jeans and tried to cover my erection before turning around. This meant that my little boy boobs were in plain view as I hid my rock hard pecker.
Aunt Rose smiled, looked down at my hands and said, “Let’s get you to the bathroom Mister, I’ll pick up your clothes while you are bathing and pick out some clothes for you. And stop hiding that thing of yours; you’ll just make it sore pushing on it so hard.”
She led me to the bathroom and ran the water, as it was filling the tub she poured in a pink soapy looking liquid that smelled like the lilac bush in our backyard. I could see down the front of her dress, her large full breasts pressed together and I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers between them. As she swished the water with her hand the scent of the lilac became stronger and her breasts swayed from side to side. This site and scent only seemed to heightened the hardness between my legs.
Then she turned to me and tugged my briefs down exposing my erection that was bobbing up and down with the beat of my heart. “You leave that thing alone when you get in the bath, just pay attention to getting clean. I will be back to help you with washing your hair.”
Aunt Rose stood and held my hand as I stepped over the rim of the tub. I swayed a bit and she stepped close holding my hand against her ample breasts as she reached down and cupped my butt with her free hand. I felt my cock jerk in reaction to her touch and stepped right into the tub and sat down hiding my embarrassment.
Aunt Rose left the bathroom as I rubbed my hands over my arms with the bubbles formed by the pink liquid. “Use that washcloth and soap Mister,” Rose said as if she had eyes in the back of her head. I did as she asked and tried to forget my hard little dick, but my hand went to it and the slippery water made my hand glide across the tip and I felt that jerk again. It was like a cramp, yet it felt good in a way I had never felt before.
I slid my hand up and down and the warm scented water filled my head with a strange feeling. I moved my free hand up my tummy and I could feel my puffy little boy boobs slide under my fingers just like my cock in my other hand.
I lay back in the tub, the bubbles hid me entirely and the scent of lilac was so strong that it filled my head with thoughts of my mother. She wore perfume that was this scent and my eyes closed as I thought of her, her long brown hair resting on her shoulders in long soft curls. Her breasts, not as big as Aunt Rose, but still large and full. I loved when she wore a tank top and let the space between her breasts show, just like what I saw when Aunt Rose filled the tub.
My cock was so hard and the rubbing was having a strange effect on me, the bubbles moved on the surface of the water from the motion of my hands, one on my cock, the other on my boobs. I liked the feel of my puffy nipples as my fingers played across them, they felt bigger than normal, but I didn’t care, it felt so good.
I thought again of Aunt Rose’s wide hips and the image in my mind of her breasts swaying back and forth and then there was this hard cramp deep inside me. I felt like I had to pee, but I didn’t, then as if time stood still my cock jerked and I felt something come out of the tip into my hand. No sooner had this happened than Aunt Rose stepped into the bathroom. I didn’t hear her, I sensed her and I opened my eyes to see her standing over me. I held onto my cock tightly as it jerked again and I felt my face flush. Aunt Rose knelt down beside the tub and cupped my cheek with her hand. It was soft and gentle and my cock jerked again, “its okay Larry, let it finish.”
I felt my cock start to soften and Aunt Rose smiled as her hand slid down across my chest and she paused under the water feeling my puffy little boy boobs, then she continued until she was cupping my cock and balls. “Was this your first orgasm Larry, or do you do this all the time?”
I flushed again, embarrassed this time, and said, “My first, I guess I didn’t know it would happen.”
“Well we can talk about it later, for now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Aunt Rose washed my hair and rinsed all the bubbles off me. She toweled me dry with a big fluffy towel and led me into the bedroom that she explained, “This was Jane’s room, I know you will like staying here.”
The room was all girly, pink everywhere. The four poster bed had white lace everywhere. I had never seen anything like this; it was totally unlike my room at home that was more often a pit.
“Now it is time to get dressed,” Aunt Rose said as she pulled something off the bed and said, “look at the pretty pink panties I have for you Laura, you will really like the way they feel against your little clit.”
I balked, stepping back a step, but she pulled me close to her and hugged my naked body. “Laura, these are your news clothes, now step into your new pretty pink panties and I will get your bra.”
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