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Becoming DeeDee by DeeDee Pauca Chapter One It's hard for me to believe that I lost my parents more that ten years ago. They were killed in an auto accident on June 10th - twelve days after my fourteenth birthday. Obviously, that's a day I'll never forget; to lose one's parents at such an age is traumatic. But I'll also remember the day because it became the first day in a whole new lifestyle. Mom and Dad left only one relative. My Mother's sister Bunny lived in San Jose, and my parents' Will clearly asked Aunt Bunny to assume responsibility for me. So after the funeral, after the house and business had been turned over to the Realtors and after the movers had packed what was moving with me, I would be leaving Los Angeles forever. And beginning my new life living with Aunt Bunny. I remember my Mother so very clearly. Throughout my junior high school days I always thought my Mother was beautiful. None of my friends had Mothers that had great figures or wore pretty clothes like my Mom. That's why a lot of my buddies hung around our house after school and on the weekends - we'd reached the age where we were really noticing girls, and my Mom was so sexy looking that my friends didn't think about her age. It was amazing how many of my friends dropped by, especially in the summer, when Mom wore a bikini and spent hours by the pool. But one mental picture of my Mother will always stay with me. I'd gone to bed and to sleep fairly early and woke up around midnight with a dry throat. I really needed a drink and thought that a Coke would fill the bill. I remember it was a Wednesday night, because it was Dad's night to bowl. I got out of bed and went downstairs; the light from the family room illuminated the hall and stairs, so I didn't turn on any extra lights. Mom didn't hear me coming; she was as surprised to see me as I was to see her. When she realized that I was at the bottom of the stairs, she was so startled that she jumped up from the couch and turned directly towards me, allowing the front of her gown to fall open and giving me a sight of my Mom that I'll never forget. What surprised me was the way she was dressed. She had on a long, sheer, black gown (I know now that it's called a peignoir) and under that she wore a very low-cut black bra, tiny, sheer black panties, a black garter belt and black stockings. Her white skin looked clean and beautiful behind all that black, and her large, soft breasts were almost completely exposed - pushing out over the top of the lacy bra. The stockings were long and sheer; the dark band at the top came within inches of her panties. And she had on a pair of high heels that I'd sure never seen her wear before. The heels must have been at least 5" high. I know I that I stared at her for a long time before she recovered and pulled the front of the gown together. I think we both mumbled something, she sat back down and I quickly turned for the kitchen. That's when I became aware of the front of my pajama pants; my cock was hard and sticking straight out. And my Mother had seen it! Not just that - my Mother had caused it! As I'm sure that she planned to cause one for Dad when he got home. I held the cold soda can against my hot member, and gradually it went back to its normal size. When I came out of the kitchen, Mom had moved out of sight; my return to bed was without further complications. But that sight triggered a number of exciting wet dreams in the next few months, and as I grew older I had a warm memory of a beautiful woman in sexy black lingerie who happened to be my Mother. And stockings held up by a pretty garter belt became my number one fetish. So I had long thought my Mother was beautiful. But I would almost call her fairly plain when compared to her sister, Bunny. Aunt Bunny was thirty-six years old, and tall, as tall as I was - almost 6' with the high, stiletto heels she always wore, and her figure was spectacular. She certainly wasn't thin; Dad used to kid Mom and say that Bunny sure had a voluptuous body. I looked the word up in the dictionary; she sure did. Large, full, high breasts, a thin waist and beautifully rounded hips and butt. Her legs were long and smooth and shapely. Her long, wavy black hair was piled high on the top of her head and then fell over her shoulders to the middle of her back and she wore dresses that called attention to the fact that she was all woman. And her makeup was always perfect and beautifully done - lots of color around her eyes, and bright red lips to match the color of her wickedly long, glistening fingernails. I remember at the funeral, when most of the women were dressed in black, that I thought Aunt Bunny was absolutely breathtaking. She made the tight, black suit she was wearing look sexy, not somber. She stood beside me and held my hand through most of the service, and even though it was a horrible experience to bury my parents, she made me realize that I could lean on her for comfort. And when I cried at the cemetery, she put her arms around me and let me sob on her shoulder. I remember she didn't pat my shoulders to make me feel better, she massaged my lower back - hard - and pulled me closer to her. She was wonderful, and I knew I'd found a loving new home. Four days after the funeral, we left Los Angeles on a Saturday morning in late June and headed north on 101 towards San Jose. Aunt Bunny was wearing a tight black dress with a big, floppy collar cut to a very low vee. In fact, when she moved just right, I could see a thin sliver of skin almost to her waist; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. The skirt of the dress fastened up the front with big white buttons and Aunt Bunny had unbuttoned the bottom three buttons when she first got behind the wheel. She laughed and said she was sure I wouldn't mind her undoing the buttons so that she'd be able to move her leg to hit the brake, if necessary. Better a little immodest show of leg than ending up in the ditch, she said. Of course, what she accomplished with this was calling my attention to her beautiful legs and the fact that she was giving me a view of the dark black band at the top of her velvet-smooth stockings. I wasn't smart enough in the ways of the world at fourteen to realize that Aunt Bunny was doing all this intentionally. Now that I've been with her for ten years, I know she was beginning to test me, to set the stage for her plans for me. And I know now that she was getting sexual pleasure in watching my reaction. And I did react. I managed to squirm sideways in my seat so that I didn't have to turn my head to look at her. Of course, she made it easier for me by occasionally lifting and moving her left leg so that my view expanded above the stocking top to include an occasional glimpse of skin and the bottom of a black garter strap. She kept me in constant conversation, so I was able to keep watching her without, I thought, being conspicuous. And there were extra special moments when Aunt Bunny would turn towards me while she was talking and I'd get a view of the edge of her breast in the low vee of her neckline. By the time we reached Santa Barbara I was close to exploding. My cock had stayed hard for most of the two hour trip and Aunt Bunny must have decided to turn up the heat a little more. We went to Fess Parker's Red Lion Inn for lunch and got a table overlooking the pool. There were only a few people at the pool, but I immediately noticed a beautifully tanned redhead - about 20 years old - wearing a white bikini with a thong bottom. After having enjoyed Aunt Bunny's legs for two hours, the sight of this young girl, with so much bare skin and with her young breasts pushed up and exposed to the law's limits, was too much. I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom. I barely made it into the stall before my hand found a raging hard-on just waiting to be stroked. And stroke it I did, while my mind fluttered between pictures of Aunt Bunny's black stockings and the redhead's firm young ass. Back and forth, legs and stockings and ass and breasts and stockings and legs and ass and breasts and legs and stockings and ..... And I came! I'd been building up the dam for two hours, so when I finally gave myself relief, my cock boiled over. What seemed like a gallon of cum went roaring down the flushing toilet. And my mind cleared and the stockings and ass were forgotten in the moments of exhaustion that followed my climax. But soon, I had to head back to the table, to an Aunt Bunny sitting with crossed legs and with the skirt of her tight dress pulled up and with those same three buttons undone. Seated so that all those goodies were right in my clear view as we ate. So within a short time, and after Aunt Bunny had crossed and re-crossed her legs several times, my body began to come to life again. My cock jumped up as though nothing had happened in the bathroom not too many minutes before. And now there were other views to keep my attention; Aunt Bunny was now facing me, so her low-cut vee'd neckline, with her swollen breasts attempting to escape, was in constant view. And just beyond Aunt Bunny, in case my eyes wandered from her legs or breasts, the redhead was lying on her stomach and had undone her bra top to get a more even tan. This 14 year old had never been offered such views of woman-flesh for such an extended time, ever. I don't remember much about my hamburger, but I sure remember how the front of Aunt Bunny's dress fell open as she brought her wine glass to her ruby-red lips. For the very first time in my life, I got a full, long look at the nipple on a woman's breast. And Aunt Bunny's nipple stood up long and proud. Oh, God, it was a great lunch! "Dick, I think we should make a small change in plans. Let's stop here in Santa Barbara for the night and spend the afternoon in the pool. Then we'll get away early tomorrow morning and travel when it's cooler. Okay with you?" The pool sounded fine, especially since the redhead seemed settled for the day, so I quickly agreed. While I finished the last of my sandwich and let my eyes wander all over the redhead, Aunt Bunny went to see about a room for the night. That's when it hit me. Would we be sleeping in the same room? Was this going to be the time for me to see my first totally nude woman? What would I do about the hard-on I was sure to have if all my dreams came true? I couldn't let Aunt Bunny see me the way Mom had accidentally seen me; she would never forgive me for being so naughty a young boy. "Yes, she sure is pretty, isn't she, Dick?" Aunt Bunny had walked up and stood behind my chair. She reached out with one hand and caressed my cheek, pulling my face over against her thigh for just a brief moment. "You've been keeping an eye on that sweet young redhead since we arrived. Why don't we get our bags out of the car, get changed and get out to the pool so you can try to meet her?" And Aunt Bunny said it naturally, as if 14 year old boys were just the men 20 year old women wanted to meet. But I wasn't going to argue - in fact, I was even willing to try to meet the young beauty. And she did look good. She was still lying on her stomach with that beautifully rounded, bare ass sticking up. Suddenly, that important question hit me again. Where were we going to change clothes? As I followed Aunt Bunny to the hotel parking lot, I forgot all about the gorgeous redhead. My eyes focused on my Aunt's swaying ass, and I was captivated by the sexy way her hips moved inside her dress. The young girl's ass was high, rounded and beautiful - but Aunt Bunny's was higher and rounder and fuller. And it looked softer. In fact, for the first time, I thought how nice it might feel to rub up against her round behind. I had never pushed my cock up against a woman's ass before - I have no idea how the thought occurred to me. But all of a sudden, my friend began to grow; he obviously thought it was a great idea, as well. So when Aunt Bunny opened the trunk of the car and bent over to lift her cosmetics case, I stood directly behind her, as close as I dared, just hoping she would back up and caress my swollen cock with her soft rear-end. And she did. She lifted the small case and took one short step back and stayed there, firmly planted so that our bodies touched from her hips up. In fact, her long black hair brushed softly against my face and her heavy, musky perfume surrounded me. And she moved - just barely, and just from the waist down - and her ass moved against her obvious admirer. Oh, god, let this last! And then she moved once more before stepping slowly to the side. I'd just experienced my first feeling of heaven! Her butt was so soft. And yet it was firm - there was a definite feel of pressure as my cock pushed against her and as she moved and the friction made my member expand. I felt that if I could have measured myself at that point I'd easily have beaten any world record that might have existed. No fourteen year old had ever made a contact like that and although the touch lasted only seconds, it sure lasted long enough for the condition of my cock to feel obvious to her and for my face to become warm, and I assume, slightly red. But she looked directly at me and just smiled and said, "Darling, will you get the big suitcase? Just in case, I packed a change for both of us in that case, along with bathing suits and our pj's." My first thought was that she hadn't noticed - that she hadn't felt me pushed against her or felt the length of my cock burning into her soft behind (and now I knew just how soft and lovely her ass felt). But that was impossible! The front of my pants formed too obvious a tent; she would have had to be aware of it pressing against her. My mind sorted through all kinds of possibilities as I followed Aunt Bunny down the hall to our room, rooms, whatever. As my eyes stayed riveted on those now familiarly soft and warm buttocks, I came to the only conclusion possible. Aunt Bunny had felt my cock pushed against her when she stepped back. She'd moved, twice, just a bit, to let me know that she was almost on top of me, and when I hadn't taken the hint, she'd moved aside. And because my face clearly registered my embarrassment, she'd assumed it was all an accident. In other words, my trick had worked and I couldn't wait to maneuver myself into another heart-enflaming accident just like that one. I was watching and dreaming of that soft ass so intensely that the accident almost did happen again, as Aunt Bunny stopped and bent to insert the key in the door of room 124. I didn't stop fast enough and bumped right into her. Unfortunately, she wasn't turned with her back to me and I was carrying a suitcase which partially blocked my still-aroused cock, so the encounter wasn't nearly as satisfying. But still, I had been up against the object of my lust, had inhaled her perfume and had reacted fast enough to bring my left hand up and briefly brush the crown of her buttocks with my palm. Just enough of a touch to give me a clear feel of the crack between her cheeks. Just enough of a touch to make my heart pound and my cock throb even harder. Chapter Two My answer came quickly. I had room 124 and Aunt Bunny had the adjoining room, with a connecting door between the two. She had me carry the large suitcase into her room and set it on the bed. "Now, Darling, let's get into our suits and get some pool time," she said as she unzipped the bag. And right there, on top, laid out as if for my approval, was a tiny red bra and a pair of sheer - really sheer that I could see through - red panties. Aunt Bunny dug down on the sides of the bag and brought out my swim trunks and then found the two pieces of her bikini. She handed me my trunks with a smile. "We don't need to wait for each other, let's just change and meet at the pool. Whoever gets there first, get two lounges together. And remember, Sweetie, get us as close to that redhead as you can." And with that, her hands went to the front of her dress and slowly began to unbutton the top button, the one that was almost down to her waist to begin with. I meant to say something, something about not needing to meet the redhead when I had such a great Aunt to visit with, but I was tongue-tied. Obviously, I would have given anything to stay, but I knew I had to get into my own room quickly. As it was, I had to hold my swim trunks in front of my zipper until I got through the door. I headed straight for the bathroom. Somehow I had to get my proud one- eyed partner under control. I soaked a towel in cold water and wiped my face and hands. I counted the seashells on the tiles just above the tub, and I read the labels - every word - on the shampoo, lotion and sunscreen bottles on the bath counter. And still I realized I wasn't back to normal. Of course, the term normal was relative. For the last six hours, normal had been almost constant arousal and a protruding tent pole in the front of my pants. Now I had almost reached half-mast. By the time I had taken off my clothes and pulled up the trunks, I assumed I was about as deflated as I was going to get, so I bravely went into my bedroom and approached the partially open door to Aunt Bunny's room. "Aunt Bunny, are you ready?" No answer. I peeked into the room and saw that the curtains had been pulled and the lamps on each side of the bed turned on. But my Aunt was gone; my deflation time had taken longer than it took her to change. I was about to head for the hallway door when I remembered the red bra and panties - I had to see them again and touch them and smell her perfume on them. The suitcase was still open and those beautiful garments lay waiting for my hands. And for my cock, because he was suddenly back to full-mast. I picked up the bra first. It was soft and lacy with what I noticed were fairly big cups to hold my Aunt's beautiful breasts. The straps were not centered on the top of the cups, but were made off to the side, and the area between the cups was very narrow and low. I noticed a small label inside the bra and read 38DD. Now I know what that number means; at the time I had no idea, but I knew this beautiful bra would look absolutely stunning on Aunt Bunny. As I lifted one of the cups to my face, I could smell the heavy musk perfume that I had come to love in such a short time. The panties were different. Far lighter, much thinner, lacier, prettier, sexier. And they felt different. Silkier, for one thing. Smooth and cool and soft. And there was a more definite aroma, almost as if they had been sprinkled with her perfume. After I had inhaled that intoxicating aroma, there was just one thought in my mind. I pushed down my trunks and wrapped the smooth nylon around my rigid pole. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The panties made everything different - my cock felt longer and harder under the panties than it had ever felt in my hand. My strokes, which had started out slow, soon increased in tempo. Before long, my breath became ragged and I panted as though I'd run a mile race. But the feeling was wonderful. Even though my body was hot, the soft, silky panties still felt cool on my burning cock. The panties were so silky that they seemed to glide over my skin, bringing me to heights of lust that I'd never felt before. The fantasy that swirled in my brain of Aunt Bunny actually modeling the panties and bra for me was so vivid, so real, that I half expected her to take the panties from my hand and begin to stroke me herself. But the fantasy really wasn't needed; just the fact that I was masturbating using my Aunt's panties brought me to the edge faster than I'd ever arrived. There was no time to run for the bathroom - I was going to cum and nothing was going to stop the eruption that was just about to take place. So my second climax in honor of Aunt Bunny landed on the motel room carpet. And globs of jism continued to come out with each spasm of my cock. After some minutes, I began to come out of the daze that accompanied my release. My first coherent thought was to check the panties, which I still held wrapped around my slowly shrinking member. Fortunately, there was no evidence of cum stains on the bright red underwear. Quickly I returned them to the open suitcase and arranged the bra and panties just as they had been before my lustful exploration. Then my eyes fell to the carpet, and here I knew I had a problem. A towel from the bathroom soon wiped up the cum, but there were damp spots remaining. I could only hope they'd dry while we were at the pool. I dropped the towel in a maid's cart as I walked out to the pool. Chapter Three Aunt Bunny had been able to secure two lounge chairs near the redhead, all right. In fact , she was drinking wine with the young lady as I approached. There were three lounges in a row. Aunt Bunny and the redhead were on the two outside ones - mine was obviously the one in the middle. And now, there was no one else enjoying the afternoon sun. "Linda, this is my nephew, Dick. Dick, Linda is staying in Santa Barbara for a few days and we've already decided, we're all going to have a party together tonight." All the time Auntie was speaking, Linda was looking up squarely into my eyes and smiling. She was really prettier than I had realized from the restaurant. But she was also older than I'd first thought; she was probably in her mid-twenties. Her figure was spectacular, and I was probably pretty obvious staring at her large breasts which poured out over the top of her bikini bra. "Hi, Dick. It's nice to be admired by such a good-looking young man. Won't you lay down and join us? Your Aunt was just telling me how much fun you two are having on this trip." Her voice was low and sultry; you could almost feel the honey dripping off her tongue. To me, it was the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. And she was right, I had been staring and had to lie down right away, before the bulge that was beginning to develop became too noticeable. I think I can visit with people fairly easily. But lying between these two beauties and trying to disguise a growing hard-on kept my comments to a minimum. Instead, I was a very attentive listener, turning my head to greedily devour the body of the speaker. Both of their bodies glistened with suntan oil, and the effect was stunning - I really wanted to rub the slick liquid into their skin and pour more on! On my right, Aunt Bunny was wearing a dark blue bikini with a strapless top and tiny bottoms that seemed to barely fit over her softly rounded ass. I wished that I were on the other side of her lounge so that I could admire her beautiful bottom even more. I was becoming quite an ass fan, but then I'd turn to listen to what Linda was saying and realize how fabulous breasts were, too. Before the tent on my trunks became too noticeable, I decided to get into the pool and cool off. Aunt Bunny and Linda were on their second glass of white wine and were deep in "girl-talk" and sure weren't going to miss me. The water felt so good that I swam, dived and floated around for a good long time. Finally I jumped out and headed back to my place between the two loveliest bodies in the world. As I approached their lounges, I saw that both were on their stomachs and had undone their bra tops. Still deep in conversation, they didn't notice as I stopped ten feet behind them and admired the beautiful legs and asses that were facing me. Both were lying with their legs slightly parted and my eyes were drawn to the secret area that every young boy is dying to see. Within moments, the effects of the swim evaporated as my cock responded to the sight of the two gorgeous women. I knew I had to get on my lounger quickly before my body gave me completely away. But as I approached, I noticed Aunt Bunny's eyes drop to the front of my body and I realized that my wet trunks were clinging to my skin, offering absolutely no cover for my growing, thrusting missile. I was so embarrassed, so ashamed that my body was betraying me so much in front of the one person who was being so kind to me after the death of my parents. As I quickly lay on my stomach on the lounger, I thought of how naughty I'd been in just one day, sneaking peeks at Aunt Bunny's legs and breasts, pushing my hard cock against her soft behind, feeling her ass with my hand, and, most disgusting of all, using her lovely panties to relieve my lust-filled body. Aunt Bunny had been so nice to me, and I was being so nasty and disgusting. But Aunt Bunny was smiling at me as she lifted her wine glass to her lips. And my naughty eyes did it again; they quickly slid down to stare as her upper body lifted up to allow her to drink and her beautiful breasts came into clear view as they lifted out of her undone bra. And now I gazed at two dark, elongated nipples on her fully exposed, rounded mounds of love. And because Aunt Bunny sipped deeply, my view stayed full of those smoothly rounded gourds for what seemed to last for minutes. At the same time I found my lower body squirming against the soft plastic straps of the lounger as I sought friction for my over-excited cock. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand caressing the upper area of my buttocks, just above the crack of my ass. Linda was leaning over and softly fondling me, while her smiling eyes knowingly played between Aunt Bunny's exposed breasts and my slowly grinding bottom. "Isn't she beautiful, Dickie? But really, Bunny, you are offering your nephew a terrible temptation when you forget to cover those lovely tits of yours." And as she spoke, Linda seemed to press down firmly with her massaging hand, causing even more sensations in my throbbing, fully erect penis. Aunt Bunny suddenly realized what Linda was referring to and quickly lowered herself onto the awaiting bra. "Oh, Darling, I'm sorry, did I embarrass you?" Aunt Bunny's concern was evident, but there was a giggle to her voice as she continued, "As much as you and I have been together for the past few days, I forget that you're my nephew, it's almost like you're my boyfriend. I'll try not to be so naughty in the future. But I do think of you as an young adult - I hope you don't mind my not treating you like a child." And with that, she reached over to touch the side of my face and moved her hand upwards to run her fingers through my hair. And that thoughtful gesture gave me another view of almost all of her right breast. Accidentally or not, Aunt Bunny was certainly giving me a day of outstanding visual memories. Suddenly I was aware that Linda's hand was still firmly planted, except now she'd moved it lower so that it rested on the side of my right ass-cheek. And Aunt Bunny continued to tussle my hair and allow me glimpses of her breast. I was in a daze; what were these beautiful women doing to me? They had to know that a fourteen year old wasn't used to this kind of sexual overload. My face was flushed and hot and I needed to get back in the pool, but there was no way I could stand up with the boner I was carrying. Aunt Bunny broke the silence. "Darling, I think we've all had enough sun for today. Would you be a love and hook my bikini top?" Before I could think of an answer, Linda removed her hand from my ass and hooked her own bra as she spoke to Aunt Bunny. "Bunny, let me do that for you. I think Dickie would enjoy a few minutes by himself before he comes in. Let's you and I go up to our rooms, take our showers and then get together for drinks. When Dickie comes up we'll have a cocktail party." I was so thankful, I would have done anything for Linda. As she hooked Aunt Bunny's bra, she looked at me with a wide smile, and then she winked. That wink said it all - she knew what condition I was in and she wanted me to know that she knew. I was beyond caring, I was just so relieved that I didn't have to stand up, much less perform such an intimate chore as hooking up a bikini. Aunt Bunny and Linda left after telling me to give them thirty minutes to change before I came up. Watching them as they swayed off on their stiletto heels, with their hips rolling in a promise of fulfilled lust, I knew it would take at least that long for my engorged cock to relax. And I worried that the cocktail hour could bring more intimate situations. I say I worried - that's not really the right word. I looked forward to additional treats and teases, touches and accidental brushes. I hoped and prayed for more opportunities to catch glimpses of exposed flesh. But I was fearful of the embarrassment I would feel if I made a fool of myself in front of these two gorgeous women, especially my Aunt. Chapter Four After the half hour was up, I had recovered and was ready for a hot shower and some clean dry clothes. As I approached Aunt Bunny's room, I heard subdued giggling and whispered conversation and I figured they were into the cocktail hour. Both of them each had five or six wines at the pool and had been laughing softly as they left me to change. Sure enough, Aunt Bunny opened the door in response to my knock with a glass of wine in her hand. I didn't stop long enough to really notice much about their dresses, I just excused myself for a quick shower as Aunt Bunny told me she had laid out my clothes on my bed. The clean body and clean clothes made me feel good. Aunt Bunny had put out a pair of shorts and a golf shirt. Personally, I would have preferred a tee shirt, but she'd explained that golf shirts made me look much older and better dressed. She'd said that as we shopped in one of the finest young men's stores. In just the week since we'd buried my parents, my wardrobe had changed considerably. But Aunt Bunny said that all the kids in San Jose wore "prep" clothes and she wanted me to feel like I fit in. Well, I don't know whether I fit the dress code in my Aunt's room. Linda was wearing a long, black satin robe, very tight, with a slit up the front. The robe fastened with a zipper from the top of the slit to her neck. She sat with her long legs crossed, and the skirt fell to each side, revealing black stockings and black pumps with very high heels. The robe was very beautiful, cut very stylishly and would have looked equally at home in a fancy restaurant. Aunt Bunny looked even sexier, but her outfit sure couldn't have been worn outside. She had on a bright red satin dressing robe that was cut short, ending just below her hips, like a mini skirt. It wasn't tight, like Linda's, but was fastened with buttons ending in a vee neckline. She was wearing long red stockings held in place by a red satin garter belt that peeked out from below the hem of the jacket. And she had on red shoes with heels that equaled Linda's in height. In her hand she held out a glass of wine for me. "Here, Darling, we've given you such a hard time today that Linda and I both agree you deserve a reward. Just sip it slowly; I think you'll find that it makes you feel warm all over." I understood that they were trying to make me feel grown up and I really appreciated their kindness as I took my first sip. It was good. The cold liquid went down easily and my taste buds kind of exploded as the flavor coursed through my throat. Linda and Aunt Bunny continued on with their conversation. They were seated on the couch at the end of the room, so I took the chair at the desk and pretended to study the room service menu. What I was really checking were the two pairs of legs just a few feet away from me. Linda stockings were like the ones my Aunt had worn on the drive up, and I could see just a hint of the dark black band at the top. Very nice legs, but there was certainly nothing very revealing. But I glanced over at Aunt Bunny at just the right time. She was just beginning to cross her legs, and as she did, I had a clear view between her legs of sheer red panties. The panties I had masturbated with just hours ago! I felt a tremendous rush as I thought of how those panties had made my cock feel so good, had brought my body to one of the strongest climaxes I'd known, and now they were covering Aunt Bunny's ass and pussy. The glimpse lasted only a moment, but the rush and the excited thoughts stayed with me as I took a deep drink of wine. From the corner of my eye, I saw Aunt Bunny watching me, with a smile playing about her lips. It was almost as if she had meant for me to see the panties, and was happy to see my reaction. They were talking about cosmetics. Although I didn't think I'd be interested, I did begin to pay attention as they discussed body lotions and how different brands made their skin softer and smoother. Suddenly, Aunt Bunny jumped up and disappeared into the bathroom, immediately returning with a bottle of white lotion. "Here, Love, let me put some of this on the back of your hand, you'll see how great it is." Then she turned to me and asked that I refill everyone's wine, including my own. So I was standing next to Linda as Aunt Bunny massaged the lotion into her skin. "Oh, that does feel good. And it smells good, too," Linda exclaimed. "You know, I could be talked into a nice rubdown with that lotion, if you were willing." Aunt Bunny looked up at me, then smiled and winked, before answering. "I'd love to, and I'll bet Dick would be willing to help, wouldn't you, Love?" My answer, of course, was that I had never given a massage before and wouldn't know what to do. But Aunt Bunny had a ready answer. "Honey, that's just it, I'll be right here to teach you. I think you'll find that giving - and receiving - a good massage can be heavenly. Of course, you'll be seeing Linda in her lingerie, but that's really not much different than seeing her in her bikini. Plus, we'll be able to teach you a little about women and what they like; that will come in handy for you later, when you start going out with girls. What do you say, are you ready to learn?" And all the time while Aunt Bunny was speaking, Linda was looking at me with a warm smile and nodding her agreement. When I heard the word lingerie and thought about touching Linda's beautiful body, I was certainly ready. So after my agreement, Aunt Bunny asked Linda to stand and Linda unzipped her robe and dropped it on the couch behind her. My, God, I was standing right next to a woman that was dressed, or undressed, much like my Mother had been on that unforgettable night. If anything, Linda's breasts were even more exposed than Mom's had been; I could just see the dark top ring of her nipples above the lacy edge of her black satin bra. My eyes trailed down to the black satin and lace garter belt with its straps holding up her long, sheer black stockings. And then I realized that her black panties were so tiny and wispy that I hadn't even noticed them. Now I did, and I realized that I was looking directly at her hairy mound, which was clearly visible through the sheer material. And suddenly I knew that the reason I was noticing all these beautiful mounds and curves and secret things was that Linda was turning and posing for me, making sure that I saw all that she had to offer. After my eyes had feasted for a few long moments, Linda spoke. "This is probably the first time you've seen a woman dressed like I am, Dickie Love, other than maybe your mother. I'm so happy to see you're enjoying looking at my body. And it looks like you're one of those men who really appreciates the sight of a pretty woman dressed in pretty undies. At least that's what the bulge in the front of your pants tells me." As she made that comment, I looked up to see that she was licking her lips and staring directly at the hard-on which was extending the front of my pants I realized I'd done it again - let my pecker betray me. Quickly I moved my hands to cover the offending tent and tried to sit down in the chair to hide my shame. But Aunt Bunny stopped me and took both of my hands in hers. "Darling, you must realize that having a hard-on in front of a beautiful woman is perfectly natural. In fact, I would worry about you if you weren't erect right now. Linda's a beautiful woman and she's dressed very provocatively. You're showing an obvious appreciation for Linda's beauty and womanliness. You don't ever need to hide your rigid prick from me, I understand and hope that you always find me and my friends pretty enough to earn your tribute." With that, Aunt Bunny brought my hands to her lips and kissed my fingertips, finally bringing my thumbs together and licking them thoroughly with her soft, pink tongue. I had no idea what she meant by those kisses and licking movements, but I know my body understood, because my cock became even more extended and rigid. At Aunt Bunny's direction, Linda laid down in the center of the king-sized bed, with one of us on each side. Suddenly, Aunt Bunny stood back up and directed that I do the same. "Darling, I'm going to take off my robe and I want you to remove your shirt and shorts. That way we'll all be in our undies like Linda, and no one needs to feel any embarrassment." And with that, she dropped her short robe and let me gaze at the sexy red lingerie and stockings, including the pretty panties that I'd so enjoyed earlier in the afternoon. I didn't hesitate, I took my clothes off in record time and, after Aunt Bunny's soothing words, felt only mild shame in the pole that pushed out the front of my underwear. I noticed that both women paused for a minute to stare at the protrudence, and Linda said, almost under her breath, "What a lovely sized young man." Both women took a deep sip of their wine, their eyes glued to my prick.. As we joined Linda on the bed, Aunt Bunny told me that, since we wanted to give Linda a thorough massage, we would first remove her stockings. So my first lesson would be in removing a woman's hosiery. I watched closely as Aunt Bunny undid the two clasps on the left leg and quickly showed that I had paid attention by easily undoing the two clasps on my side. Gently, I rolled the sheer nylon down Linda's uplifted leg and off her foot. As I did, I pressed the gossamer fabric to my face and inhaled her perfumed, female aroma. Her perfume was different than Aunt Bunny's. It was still a heavy aroma, but less musky and more flowery smelling. I liked it, but I still liked Aunt Bunny's perfume better. Linda rolled over on her stomach and Aunt Bunny showed me how to unhook a woman's bra. Then she had me practice with Linda's pretty garter belt. I fumbled for quite a few minutes until I got it, and I knew I'd need more practice before becoming a qualified bra or garter belt remover. Finally, Aunt Bunny poured some lotion in the palm of my hand, and after putting some directly on Linda's back, began my instructions on body massage. I know I didn't get complete instructions - for example, I now know that I should straddle the woman's butt, bending forward to massage so that my erect cock moves firmly back and forth across her rounded ass - but I found my first moments of body massage to be highly erotic and I'm sure that the warmth in my hands was much due to the excitement of caressing Linda's bare flesh in such an intimate manner. We massaged the lotion thoroughly over her back and shoulders and then moved down to her legs. Aunt Bunny made sure that I worked right up to the edge of her panties, and Linda spread her legs apart so that I could do a thorough job. I was afraid that she might get upset when my hands brushed against her sex mound, but she didn't object at all. Finally, Aunt Bunny asked Linda to roll over so we could do the front of her legs. Linda moved slowly, being extra careful to hold her bra in place. My eyes were glued to the front of her panties, because I knew they were so sheer that my view would be virtually unhindered. I'm sure it was pretty obvious where I was looking, but Linda was one to enjoy being looked at, and I noticed her sultry smile at the edge of my vision as she slowly opened her legs and brushed her fingertips across her mound of love - almost as if fluffing up her pubic hair for my ravenous stare. Chapter Five My two love goddesses let me look for a very long time; Linda stretched and posed and seemed to really seek my admiration. Gradually I became aware of a growing moist spot on her panties between her thighs. I was so engulfed in the vision that I was being allowed that I almost forgot Aunt Bunny. Her voice brought me back to reality. "OK, Loverboy, I thing you've taken in about enough of that view. Time to massage this lovely lotion into Linda's legs - and this time you do both of them." I was happy to, and after I'd given a complete loving massage to the leg on my side, I walked around the bed to kneel beside my Aunt and began to knead the lotion into that leg. On the way, I stopped to drain the last of the wine in my glass. Aunt Bunny noticed, and refilled all three glasses from a newly opened bottle. As I moved about the room, I made no attempt to hide the high tent formed in the front of my underpants. My cock had been at full expansion since I'd first entered the room - at some times harder and more swollen that at others. Right now, after gazing at that mysterious love mound, I was at my peak and throbbing constantly. As I began to massage her other leg, I was very conscious of Linda's pussy as my hands often brushed against the panty-covered mound. And every time I brushed her, Linda seemed to shift a little to open her thighs even more to my fevered touch. "Darling, you've taken your instruction well, and it's obvious that Linda enjoys your caresses. I have a serious question for you. Do you think you're old enough to be given the chance to put lotion on Linda breasts? Would that make you uncomfortable or do you think you'd enjoy making her feel especially good?" There was no question in my mind. I quickly assured Aunt Bunny that I would be happy to continue making Linda feel good and that I wouldn't be at all uncomfortable doing so. It never entered my mind that Linda and my Aunt had obviously set this up in advance - now I realize that both of them were enjoying themselves tremendously as they "broke-in" this young boy just the way Aunt Bunny wanted me. And Aunt Bunny obviously wanted to break me in as her own personal "boy-toy." Of course, at the time, I was just waiting to see if Aunt Bunny thought I was mature enough to see Linda's breasts. "All right, Linda, I think Dick is enough of a man to appreciate the beauty of a woman's breasts without acting like a silly child. You can get rid of your bra." "Wait, before I do, I've got one requirement. I'm going to let Dickie see and feel one of the most intimate parts of my body - I want to know that he appreciates me. So he must remove his underwear pants - that way I can see that he understands how beautiful my nudity is." And Linda watched me the whole time she was speaking. Hell, I didn't care, anything to see those ripe melons and soothe lotion into them. I'd have been crazy to hesitate. And I didn't; I removed my shorts in a second and stood before the lust-filled gaze of the two beautiful women. My enflamed cock stood out from my pubic hair proudly, as if ready for combat. And my two instructors were obviously impressed; I watched Linda turn to Aunt Bunny and exclaim "My God, think of what he'll be when he grows up!" Quickly, Linda tossed her bra aside, giving me a close-up view of her two beautifully rounded mounds, each capped with a dark, erect nipple. At the same time, Aunt Bunny removed her robe and very gently brushed the satin material against my hard penis as she dropped it to the floor, That caress - and the wine - made me bolder. "Aunt Bunny, can I undo your bra and massage your breasts after I finish Linda?" Aunt Bunny assured me that I'd have lots of chances in the future to massage her whole body, but today was just for Linda. Her turn would come later, she said. "However, Darling, I would love for you to take my bra off. Will you do that for me?" And I undid the three hooks in back on the first try. Now all my senses were in sexual overdrive. I was enveloped in the sight of soft, bare, perfumed flesh. I was having a hard time choosing which pair of breasts were prettier, which woman more desirable. But Aunt Bunny's more voluptuous figure, more dramatically coifed hair and the fact that she was my Aunt, made her my choice. But right now, I was going to be rubbing lotion into the breasts of the very close runner-up. The next twenty minutes will burn in my mind forever. Not only was I allowed to massage gallons of lotion into Linda's beautiful tits, but she showed me how a woman's nipples can react to various caresses. She taught me to use my fingers to encircle the growing nubs, to pinch and tease them with firm but gentle movements and to enjoy giving her the pleasure that her low moans indicated she was experiencing. Aunt Bunny knelt behind me, encouraging me with comments on how well I was learning, how good my caresses must feel and what a strong young man I was. And her hands never stopped touching me, driving me on to continue my exploration of Linda's upper body. She ran her hands across my buttocks and between my legs, briefly touching the sac that hung heavily-filled with the cum I was storing inside. I longed for her to wrap her pretty hands around my stiff cock, but that reward was not to be mine. But I certainly thrilled to the feeling of her soft breasts and erect nipples rubbing against my back as her hands stroked up and down the length of my legs. After the twenty minutes, Linda pulled me down to lay beside her, and Aunt Bunny cuddled behind me. I was a young boy in a very hot female sandwich. I lay on my back with my rigid pole sticking straight up. Both women entwined their nylon-covered legs with mine and both ran their long, red fingernails over my chest and down into my groin, occasionally raking my balls, but never once caressing the part of me that craved attention the most. Theoretically, we were supposed to be resting, but their constant touches served just the opposite purpose. Finally, Linda turned on her side to face me and lifted her upper body so that her breasts rested on my chest. "Darling Dick, you deserve a kiss for the wonderful job you did as my private masseuse. And I'm going to kiss you the way a woman kisses a man that pleases her, because you've sure given me a great deal of pleasure." With that, she lowered her lips to mine and I felt her tongue forcing my mouth open. Her tongue was alive, curling itself around and under my tongue in a strong, demanding caress. At the same time, she took my left hand and cupped it to her breast and lowered her own hand to caress low on my stomach. She moved even more onto my body, so that she was almost laying on top of me, all the while continuing the thrilling kiss that was beginning to enflame my senses even more than they were already aroused. Suddenly, I felt a soft hand encircle my hard cock and gently move up and down its length just twice. I don't know whether Linda touched me so intimately or whether Aunt Bunny had given me that almost-ultimate thrill, and the hand retreated before I could look. But I almost climaxed, I know that. I was throbbing constantly as Linda broke the kiss and lowered her lips to my ear, with her soft red hair fanned across my face. She whispered softly, "I hope you have pleasant dreams of me tonight, Dickie Darling." And with that, her tongue entered my ear and began a brief caress that was as erotic as her earlier kiss of my mouth. Mind you, Aunt Bunny had not been resting quietly during this time. Her hands had been moving over my body, constantly soothing then pinching my nipples, massaging my thighs and caressing my balls. She was certainly training me in sexual matters and seemed to relish every moment of my education. As Linda kissed me, I felt Aunt Bunny's lips move to my left nipple, where she began to lick and suck the sensitive knob till it extended fully, as if asking for even more ministration. I think Aunt Bunny realized I was in desperate need of rest or a climax, because she gradually pulled away and finally spoke, bringing my first petting session to an end. "Dick, Sweetheart, I think Linda and I will sleep in your room for the night. Why don't you use my bathroom and then lay down here. I love you, Darling. Have pleasant dreams." With that, they each gave me a loving kiss on the lips and I watched as their panty-clad asses swayed into the adjoining room. They didn't completely close the door behind them, but left it open just a crack. I jumped up at once, realizing that the suggestion of the bathroom was my answer. For the third time in one day, masturbation was my way to reliving the time I'd been in heaven. And luck was with me. Hanging over the towel bar was a pair of Aunt Bunny's panties. They were the black ones she'd worn just this morning. They were very sheer, with just an opaque panel to cover her pussy area, and they seemed very tiny. The material was soft nylon, almost silky, and felt cool to the touch. As I grasped them around my hot pecker, and began the slow in-and-out that would bring me such welcome relief, I enjoyed visions of the beautiful women who had shared their bed and bodies with me during the evening. My memory of the touches, the caresses, the breasts and sucking mouths was so vivid that the touch of the lacy black panties around my throbbing cock quickly brought me to the moment where my legs straightened, my back arched and my heavy balls gave up their load of cum, shooting it out and up and into the waiting sink. And as I exploded, I had a clear vision of my Aunt Bunny, sitting on the bed, wearing just the tiny red panties, the garter belt and sleek stockings, with her large, round breasts fully exposed for my viewing - the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. I almost fell to the floor, I felt so weak after my climax. I leaned against the cool bathroom counter and used the panties to milk the last of my cum from my tired body. As I placed the dainty garment back on the towel rack, I noticed a large wet area where my cum had saturated the sheer material. Using a hand towel, I dried the nylon as thoroughly as possible and returned to the bedroom. As I walked by the connecting door, I heard soft slurping noises and low moans. Although I had never heard the sounds of love-making, something told me that I was listening to Linda and Aunt Bunny ridding themselves of the sexual tension they must have felt after our session had ended. It seemed natural that they would seek relief, just as I had jacked-off using my Aunts pretty undies. I listened at the door for a few minutes, trying to imagine what they were doing with each other to evoke such passionate moans, but quite frankly, I was so exhausted that I soon deserted the doorway and collapsed in the bed. I fell into a deep sleep within minutes, only faintly aware of the passionate sounds coming through the open door. Chapter Six The next morning I woke up quite early, with a raging hard-on. I'd been in the midst of a deep dream, just about to fuck Linda, but uncertain of exactly how to do it. If I had touched my cock as I came awake, I'm sure I would have spurted all over the bed. But once I was awake, all the memories of the day before came back to me in a rush, and I began to worry about how Aunt Bunny would feel about me in the light of a new day. I lay on the bed for a long time, remembering about what I had been taught, all the exciting adult things that I had participated in and all the female flesh that I had squeezed, probed and kissed. I also knew that there was so much more for me to learn, and now I worried that Aunt Bunny would feel she'd been wrong to have given me so much pleasure and would now cut me off with only the memories of one fantastic day. Then I heard the door between the rooms open and Aunt Bunny approached my bed. She was dressed in her red high heels and sheer panties, and that's all. And she was making no effort to conceal the bush partially hidden under her panties or cover her breasts. Instead, she smiled at me with a warm, sleepy smile and pulled back the covers on my bed. "Scoot over, Lover, and let me snuggle in with you. Linda woke me up just now when she left and I haven't completely gotten awake yet" She kicked off her heels and cuddled up, forcing the length of her beautiful body on mine and drawing my arm under her head so that her face was just inches from mine. "So tell me, did you enjoy our little party last night? Linda said to give you a kiss good-bye and I invited her to come visit us anytime she wanted." And with that, Aunt Bunny leaned over to seal my lips with hers. This time I was ready for the intruding tongue and I met her with my tongue sliding inside her mouth. We kissed long and greedily and I felt my cock begin its lengthening journey. We shared long moments kissing before she lay back on my shoulder. Once my breath returned to normal, I launched into a long-winded speech covering how much I had enjoyed yesterday and how exciting it was going to be living with her and how I hoped she wouldn't feel that I'd been too bold or bad yesterday. She quietly laughed as I rambled on and on and finally gave me a sweet kiss on the lips to hush me. "Darling, I enjoyed you as much as you enjoyed Linda and me, and I'm looking forward to teaching you new things every day that we're together. Now, turn so that you can put your arms around me and kiss me and stop all this chatter." I did as I was told and found that my cock was pushing up against the pussy area of her panties and she was pushing back. Our arms locked around each other and we began a steamy kiss that kept getting hotter. Soon, we'd kicked off the covers and were grinding our lower bodies against each other with as much friction as we could. My cock was rubbing frantically against the front of Aunt Bunny's silky panties when suddenly my entire body became rigid and my cream erupted through my pajama pants and all over her panties and stomach. But even as I began to shoot, Aunt Bunny ground her hips more firmly against me and used both of her hands to pull my buttocks harder against her. She continued her undulations until I finished and had begun to relax. Then I realized that all the time I was cumming she'd been covering my face and neck with kisses and she was still kissing and licking my neck and jaw as I lay back against the moist sheets. From her actions, I was clearly not in trouble - in fact, she seemed very pleased that I'd reached such heights with her so easily. "Dickie, Darling, I enjoy you so much, and I really like making you feel good. I know that was the first time you've cum for me, and I know it was just the first of many. I love to make you cum and watch you as you pour that hot jism out. It's obvious you enjoy my body and I know we're going to have hours and hours of exciting, sexy times together. We'll have fun just like this - and even better, every day. Doesn't that sound good to you?" Sound good? It was the best thing I'd ever heard. In that moment, I vowed to Aunt Bunny that I would do anything she wanted me to do, just as long as I could be with her and make her happy. We lay in each others arms for some time. Finally, Aunt Bunny got up and smiled down at me. "I'm all sticky from your cum, Love. I better get out of these wet panties and wash off all this jism you gave me, Darling. Why don't you take your shower in the other room and we'll meet back here to discuss our plans for the day before we get dressed." Happily, I headed for my room, feeling very much a man who was learning how to make women happy. Little did I realize how much more I had to learn and how much Aunt Bunny was just dying to teach me. When I'd finished my shave and shower, I pulled on my underwear and returned to Aunt Bunny's room. She was sitting at the small desk, applying her makeup and wearing a pair of light blue panties and matching high heels - with the usual very tall heels. "Darling, sit down in this chair" - she indicated one that was next to the desk - "I want to talk to you while I make myself beautiful for you." We both smiled, because I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, with or without makeup, and because she knew those were my thoughts. But I became alarmed when she picked up a pair of black panties from the desk and turned to face me. "These are the panties that I wore yesterday morning and that were hanging in the bathroom yesterday evening, Dick. There are obvious cum stains on them, and I think you used them to masturbate last night, is that right?" I couldn't tell whether she was angry or not - she wasn't smiling, but she really didn't act mad. So, utterly embarrassed, I admitted that I had used them as she suspected. Her look became more serious as she leaned forward "Darling, I know young men have to seek relief at times because they get so horny. And I'm sure these silky panties felt wonderfully sexy against your hard cock. But I do want to know, when you jerked- off with these panties, who were you thinking of? Were you fantasizing about some girl at home? Or Linda? Who was your dreamgirl?" I was really surprised that Aunt Bunny didn't know that she was the object of my love, and I assured her that she was on my mind as I'd used her pretty undies to relieve my lustful body the previous evening. As I again assured her of my everlasting devotion, she began to smile warmly and held out her arms to me. I stood and stepped into her waiting embrace and we kissed deeply and lovingly. I could feel her bare breasts with their erect nipples burning into my chest and my cock began it journey upwards, once again She obviously felt it, because she pulled away and rested her hand directly on my enlarging member and began a slow stroking caress, all the time smiling at me through her long, black eyelashes. "Darling Dickie, I'm so proud that you were dreaming of me when you came. It's almost like you were a Knight from years ago and I was your lady and my panties were my colors that you placed on your lance." We both laughed a bit at that, realizing that I truly had wrapped her colors around my lance. She continued her slow stroking of my weapon and used her other hand to softly scratch at my balls and nipples. I was fast approaching the point of no return, mostly from realizing that this was the first time, that I could be sure of, that my Aunt had caressed me so intimately. Just the thought that she was doing so made the moment much more erotic. "Darling, I want to make you my Knight, always. And I want you to always think of me and dream of our times together. I want your lovely big cock to be covered by my panties, all the time." And with that, before I could react, she pulled my underwear down and off my body and I stood before her with a fully erect cock waving directly in her face. Aunt Bunny again lightly stroked my enflamed penis and drew it to her lips. For a moment, that seemed like an eternity, she kissed and licked the tip, sliding her tongue all over the opening that was slowly oozing cum. Then she did the undreamable - she took my entire cock deep into her mouth and slid her lips up and down on my throbbing member. The pleasure was out of this world. I had never imagined that I could feel such extreme delight. As her lips slid up and down on my cock, her tongue soothed and licked its entire length. And all the time that her mouth was giving me such pleasure, her eyes were gazing up into my face, taking her pleasure from the enjoyment I was receiving. It just couldn't last long; very soon I felt my legs locking and my body becoming rigid and the boiling cum starting its trip up my cock. And with a short cry, and with my hands clutching the back of Aunt Bunny's head to assure that I was locked to her pleasure-giving mouth, I reached my climax. And sent spasm after spasm of cum into her waiting mouth and throat. She stayed with me, swallowing and sucking continuously on my raging cock and clutching both of my asscheeks in her hands. She milked my cock with her mouth until I was completely dry, then let it slip from her lips, holding the rapidly shrinking length with her hand as she licked the head to make sure she received every drop. Then she bent forward, and lifting each of my feet in turn, slipped her black panties up my legs and pulled them gently into place over my hips. "Now you are truly my man, Darling, and you can wear my colors proudly. If you enjoy wearing my panties today, I'll feel extremely proud and I'll look forward to giving you a different pair of my panties to wear everyday. In fact, some days I might let you wear the panties I wore the day before. My perfume will still be on them and you'll be able to think of me constantly. Now may I have a kiss to let me know you enjoyed your first blowjob?" Our lips and tongues crashed together in a passionate embrace, made all the more exciting by my knowledge of where that mouth had been and that I was tasting the thick, salty remnants of my own jism. And, I must admit, the feel of the silky panty material against my body and especially against my still warm cock, made the kiss even more intense. I was thrilled at how well Aunt Bunny's panties fit me and how sexy they made me feel. As Aunt Bunny returned to her makeup, I sat back in my chair and studied the fine lace that surrounded each leg of the panty and marveled at how such a tiny, wispy garment could make a woman look so lovely and desirable. And how wearing such a feminine undie could make me feel so much like a proud, strong man. For I really wasn't embarrassed by wearing my Aunt's panty; just the opposite, I looked forward to wearing her panties all the time. They not only felt thrilling on my body, they made me feel closer to her and to her lovely body. I began to study Aunt Bunny's application of her makeup, and noticing my interest, she explained what each item was, what it was for and how she applied it. She had already completed putting on her foundation, blush and powder and was carefully working on her eyes, using a deep blue eye shadow on her eyelids and as a thin line below her eyes. Next she used a black mascara to make her long lashes look even longer and thicker. And finally she applied a bright red lipstick to her bee-stung shaped lips, outlining the edge of her lips with a darker red pen. As she did that, I had flashbacks of those same lips wrapped so lovingly around my hard cock just minutes before. And, of course, those thoughts made my penis begin to harden, once again. The feel of the enlarging hard-on inside my tight panties was especially thrilling, and I knew that I would never tire of wearing my Aunt's panties. But the hard-on did cause a problem I'd never faced before. As long as my penis was at its normal size, everything fit in the tiny panties just fine. But an erection caused my cock to push against the waistband of the panties and eventually force its way out. The tight elastic waistband then became very uncomfortable as it pulled against the skin of my cock. I discovered, quickly, that I had to shift my pole to the side rather than allow it to come straight up my stomach, and I was willing to suffer the small discomfort rat