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My first memories of my Aunt Bertie were when I was very young. She was my mom’s younger sister and lived in Ohio. My Dad always referred to her as that Yankee relative. I was born and we lived in Philadelphia, Mississippi.
My Dad was a born and bred Southern in the old South tradition. His ancestors had large cotton plantations and many slaves. Fortunately, my Great Great Grandfather (GGGF) had the foresight to diversify his cotton fortune in European investments.
After the Yankee war of aggression, my GGGF took the family to France for a period of time only to return after the terrible, so called, period of reconstruction. He was able to reacquire his old plantation lands and manor. He meticulously restored the lands and manor house. I was born there September 4, 1941 and christened Robert Randolph V.
When I was very young, on her visits, Auntie Bertie always insisted on taking personal care of me. Including bathing me. Normally my personal care was provided by black servants.
As the youngest of the Randolph children, and someone to carry on the family name, I was pampered and probably spoiled. Aunt Bertie did nothing to change that. My two older sisters, Kathleen and Audra called me a spoiled brat. To say I enjoyed the attention and spotlight would be a gross understatement. I gloried in being the center of attention. After-all, I was Robert Randolph V.
Though Aunt Bertie’s visits were not often, I looked forward to them and cherished the time I spent with her. On my 16th birthday a big party was held and Aunt Bertie discussed with my parents the possibility of me spending the next summer with her in Ohio. At first, they were reluctant, but due to the fact they were planning an extended visit to Europe, they finally agreed. I was ecstatic. I had been to Europe but never Ohio and Aunt Bertie promised to show me all the grand resorts. Like Cedar Point on Lake Erie, Coney Island in Cincinnati, and Buckeye Lake amusement park east of Columbus.
I was a in my junior year at Hawthorne Military Academy in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. That was the longest school year of my young life. But finally, the spring term ended, and I was home preparing for my long-awaited trip to Ohio.
My parents and sisters saw me off from the Jackson airport for my flight to Port Columbus, in Columbus, Ohio.
Aunt Bertie was waiting for me at the gate at Port Columbus. She gave me a big hug and kissed me hard directly on the lips. I was shocked, but so happy to see her, I dismissed the kiss. But the stiffy I was experiencing did not go unnoticed.
The drive to Marion Ohio was leisurely, and Aunt Bertie and I sat in the back of her sedan as her driver James drove up route 23.
Arriving in Marion, Aunt Bertie point out the tomb of President Warren G. Harding and told me he was probably the most corrupt and immoral President of all time.
Aunt Bertie’s house was a large Victorian style home with gardens and a swimming pool in the rear. I couldn’t believe that she lived her alone with the exception of her servants. There was James her driver with a small apartment over the garage, Maude her maid and cook, whose room was downstairs off the kitchen.
Aunt Bertie’s room was upstairs with an adjoining- bedroom, which was to be mine. There were three bedrooms each with its own private bath upstairs. I thought it was a bit odd that I was in an adjoining room to Aunt Bertie with a door between to the two bedrooms.
Aunt Bertie said, “Robert, Maude has made us some lunch. Get on your swimming attire and meet me by the pool and we can have lunch and then go for a swim.”
I was very hungry and was devouring my lunch when Aunt Bertie appeared wearing a two- piece bathing suit. I was shocked as I had never seen her other than fully dressed. She had the body of a model with nice big tits and flared hips that accentuated her hour glass figure. Damn who would have known Aunt Bertie was a hottie. My thoughts were, damn if she looks this good in a modest two-piece suit, how would she look in a bikini? Not something a nephew should have been thinking about his prim and proper Aunt.
Aunt Bertie saw the look on my face and smiled, and said, “Like what you see Robert?”
Chokingly I said, “Damn Aunt Bertie, you are a smoking fox.”
“Now Robert, surely you exaggerate,” she responded
“No fucking way, oops, I’m sorry for my French," I said.
“Watch your mouth Robert or Aunt Bertie will have to wash your mouth out with soap,” she laughingly said.
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
“Finish your lunch and we can go for a cool swim,” she said.
Aunt Bertie continued to chat away about all the fun things she had planned for the summer, as I finished my lunch remaining mute.
When we had both finished eating, Aunt Bertie rose and began stretching. The view was breath taking and I felt my cock beginning to grow. I was above average size for a 16 year old boy and my swim trucks were a bit tight, so I was worried that Aunt Bertie would notice my erection. I jumped up and ran to the pool and dove in.
Aunt Bertie was close behind me. I quickly swan to the far end of the pool with Aunt Bertie in hot pursuit. I was a very good swimmer and made a racing turn and headed to the opposite end. Aunt Bertie went blowing by me touching out a full length ahead of me.
“Wow Aunt Bertie, that was amazing,” I said.
“Robert, there are some things you don’t know about me. I was the Ohio State girls 100 meter free style champion of 1936, and during season, I swim daily to stay in shape,” she said.
“And I thought I was a good swimmer,” I replied.
With that, Aunt Bertie put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. My lips parted and her tongue was quickly inserted. Soon our tongues were doing a tango. As I held her tighter, my hard cock was mashed against her torso.
Aunt Bertie broke the embrace, left the pool and headed for the house. I was in a quandary not knowing what to do. So, for the next half hour I just swam laps around the pool. Finally, I headed for my room.
Once in my room, I removed my wet swimming trunks and lay on the bed stroking my erect cock thinking about what had happen in the pool. There was a soft knock on the door and then Aunt Bessie entered. I tied to cover my cock with my hands, but Aunt Bessie could see I had been masturbating.
“Why Robert, what must you be thinking?” she said.
I was so embarrassed, I could not speak.
“Darling move your hands and let me see what I have done to my boy. The is nothing to be embarrassed about, your reaction is actually quite normal,” she said.
She took my hands and removed them from my lap, leaving my very hard cock sticking straight up at the ceiling. Then the most amazing thing happened. She lowered her head and engulfed my cock into her mouth. Holy fuck, Aunt Bertie is sucking me, I thought. Her warm wet mouth felt so good, I did not want her to ever stop.
Masturbating never felt this good. I responded by fucking up into her mouth. She was not only sucking me, I was face fucking her. Soon we had a good rhythm good. I began to moan, which only served to spur Aunt Bertie on.
While I wanted it to last forever, my-self control was of little value, and I was soon unleashing a torrent of pent up cum into Aunt Bertie’s mouth, which she quickly swallowed. Aunt Bertie licked the last drops of cum from the head of my cock and crawled up beside me and took me into her arms.
We lay that way for some time before I drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept before I felt her warm mouth on my cock bringing it back to life.
My cock was growing in her mouth, and she said, “Robert my dear boy, I need you to fuck me.”
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