(Part one) Morning Glory
Sunday mornings are not supposed to be noisy. But, this Lord’s Day morning I was awakened by a loud voice speaking. Good god, that man was arguing again! Uncle George was again beastly berating and criticizing Aunt Peggy. The bad-tempered, rough-talking bear of a man was acting like the bastardly beast that he was. His brusque, gruff, gravelly voice carried all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom down the hall.
If ever there was a man deserving of a good beating, then my Uncle George was it. My father’s brother had none of the kinder, gentler qualities in his behavior or demeanor that my dad and I had.
If ever there was a woman deserving of respectful compassion, then my Aunt Peggy was it. As far as I was concerned, this dear woman epitomized all that is good and decent in a person of the feminine gender.
I only knew a few of the ‘particulars’ about how and why the two came into a state of matrimonial union. Orphaned as a teenager, Aunt Peggy had inherited her birthplace farm and had married an older neighbor man. If I were to conjecture, I’d say it must have been a ‘marriage of convenience’ instead of love. In all the years I’d known them, I’d never witnessed my uncle aim a kind word or gesture toward his wife. On the other hand, I’d noticed repeated attempts by my aunt to engender kindness and love from her husband.
My aunt, uncle, and I had one seemingly inconsequential thing in common. It was a number. The number was multiples of 18. I was 18 years in age. At 36, Aunt Peggy was 18 years older than me. At 54, Uncle George was 18 years senior to his wife.
Throwing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, and stood at my bedroom window. My eyes beheld the splendor and beauty of the rolling hills and pastures outside. This rural southern farm was one of my favorite places to be. I was lucky enough to now be spending the whole summer here while my missionary parents were abroad doing their ‘good works’.
A gust of early morning summer wind blew through my opened window and ruffled the curtains. I had slept nude, so the breeze also tickled my pubic hairs and the tender flesh of my fresh-outta-bed erection. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember a day when I hadn’t awakened without a hard-on.
I was giving some serious thought to raising the window screen so I could jack-off and shoot a load of early morning cum out onto God’s good green earth. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d performed this wake-me-up morning ritual.
Hearing the back door slam, I knew Uncle George had stormed out in one of his customary rages. God, if that man ever raises a hand to strike Aunt Peggy, I’ll beat the shit out of him and hang the bastard’s ornery-assed hide up in a high oak tree!
In an attempt to put such thoughts aside, I went ahead and raised the screen. My meaty teenaged erection settled into my hand. I suppose I was proud of the hefty size of my cock and I was just cocky enough to think I was as well-hung as any full-grown man ought to be.
As I pumped my throbbing man-handle, I couldn’t help but worry a little about Aunt Peggy. The woman was no physical match for her husband. My eyes saw her as a delicately-petite female flower blooming under summer skies. If I were to guess, I’d say she weighed no more than 100 pounds and was not taller than 5 foot 2. Why, that’s a full 60 pounds lighter and 9 inches shorter than me!
My wandering mind recalled some of the words to and old song I’d heard somewhere in time. I believed it went something like; “5 foot 2, eyes of blue, oh but what those 5 foot could do…has anybody seen my gal.”
Well hell, Aunt Peggy wasn’t ‘my gal’ but I’d admit that I’d often wondered about the abundance of shapely curves hidden inside my blue-eyed aunt’s clothing. Whether she wore dresses or jeans, she always had a look about her which inspired a bulge to stretch the crotch of my jeans.
This thinking about Aunt Peggy’s curves was raising the heat inside my bubbling ball sack. My swollen erection summoned forth testicle fluids and began spewing them out the open window in streams of thick, creamy cum. I allowed orgasmic gratification to steal away my senses and give me joyous early morning pleasure.
In the midst of my thrills, my peripheral vision picked up a hint of movement. There to my left just across the room, a feminine figure stood in my open doorway. I knew at once it was the lady who was 5 foot 2 with eyes of blue.
At the moment, those eyes of blue were staring transfixed at my elongated man-hose and the streams of milky cream freely flowing from it. So mesmerized was she that she seemed not to notice I was now aware of her presence.
Why I didn’t immediately stop, I couldn’t say. Unbelievably, I didn’t even slow down. While I continued my cock pumping, I saw that I wasn’t the only one caught up in orgasmic ecstasy. The thin belt of the pale blue morning-robe Aunt Peggy had on was untied and the robe was open. She had on no bra. One of her hands was Gaziantep Escort cupping a breast with the fingers teasing an erect nipple. Another hand was buried within her white panties. I knew her fingers were deep inside her fully-matured vaginal opening. Her panties were stained with her own pussy juices. Her body was shivering with orgasmic spasms.
I didn’t know Sunday-school-teaching, church-going ladies did that! I didn’t know good Christian women masturbated! I certainly didn’t know my Aunt Peggy did it! I’d never even thought about the fact. But, I now knew my aunt did play with herself. I knew for a fact she did because I was looking right at her doing it!
I milked my erection until I was dry and then flipped my cockshaft a few times to get rid it of the last few drops of cum. Aunt Peggy then noticed that I saw her. A reddish blush spread over her face, yet she didn’t stop masturbating until she was orgasmically satisfied. After pulling a wet, cunt-soaked hand from her panties, my aunt turned toward the door and disappeared from sight. Not one word had passed between us.
What was there to say? There was nothing that could be said. Still naked, I walked down the hallway to the guest bathroom which had been set up for me so I could have some privacy. Perhaps I should have thought of coming to this room for my cumming-out, cock-jerking party. Oh well, what’s done is done.
After shaving, I ran a hot tub and took a long leisurely bath. This was to be a big day. Aunt Peggy would have a nice breakfast for me and then she and I would head off for Sunday school and church. Being the heathen he was Uncle George would not be joining us. This man had vowed never to darken the doorway to any kind of religious sanctuary. If asked for my opinion, I’d say God would most likely kick the blasphemous bully’s ass back outside anyways.
As I climbed out of the tub, my mind’s eye began seeing a picture of Aunt Peggy’s lithe, summer-tanned body. I recalled the hypnotic beauty of the female form barely visible beneath her opened robe. I remembered a glimpse of the breathtaking view of her braless breasts and nipples. I saw a masturbating hand playing inside white panties.
With my vivid imagination working on overdrive, I felt a familiar swelling between my legs. My fantasizing mind began having ungodly, sinful, coveting cravings for a woman who belonged to another. If not for the fact that Aunt Peggy was waiting breakfast for me, I would have stifled my lascivious lust by again beating my meat.
Attempting to ignore my agitated frustrations, I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I walked toward my room with my erect cock slapping my belly. I was thinking about the jerking-off party I would have to have sometime after breakfast but before church. Hell, I couldn’t walk into God’s holy house with an aunt-inspired erection straining my pants!
Unbeknownst to me, Aunt Peggy had not been preparing breakfast. She too had been taking a morning bath. Her bathroom door opened and she came out into the hallway. Unbelievably, my aunt was strip-stark naked, same as I was. She was drying her shoulder-length hair with a towel. This woman had never before walked around naked in front of me before today. She stopped to stare at me and I stopped to stare at her.
Oh damn, I’d never imagined I’d ever see this woman naked! I couldn’t stop looking at the mesmerizing sights before my eyes. Aunt Peggy had a short, petite body, yet her feminine features were fully developed. Her twin breasts were the size and shape of fully-ripened grapefruits. The nude nectarines seemed to offer an invitation to be plucked.
I’d always been told that with age a woman’s breasts became victims of gravity. They were supposed to sag and droop. I now believed I might have been misinformed about these facts. Aunt Peggy’s breasts boldly stood as proud and beautiful decorative ornaments upon her chest. Dark pink nipples, surrounded by silver-dollar-size pale pink areolas, completed the ornamentation. My aunt’s breasts were gorgeous!
My eyes strayed lower. Aunt Peggy’s figure was trim and firm. My gaze settled on the patch of hair between her shapely legs. Years ago, I’d seen pictures in magazines of full-grown women’s pussies. That’s where I’d first learned about pubic hair on a female vagina. Well, now I was seeing my aunt’s mature woman’s pussy in all its fluffy, furry glory!
I was not certain if I was pleased at the sight or not. With my limited knowledge of pussies, I’d discovered I loved shaved, bare-nude, hairless pussy mounds best!
Yet contrarily, I couldn’t take my eyes away from Aunt Peggy’s bushy pussy. Her curly snatch of pubic hair added an air of exotic, erotic, feminine mystery to her otherwise unblemished body. Silently, I wondered, “What jewels and treasures lay concealed within her shrouded female veil? Did I dare make an attempt at an unveiling?”
I began wondering about how long Aunt Peggy and I were going to stand Gaziantep Escort Bayan there staring at each other. I could turn to my right and quickly enter my bedroom. Aunt Peggy could turn to her right and quickly enter hers. Yet, neither of us turned.
Finally, Aunt Peggy took a timid step towards me. She leaned close and spoke to me in a muted whisper, “Daniel, I want to thank you so much for letting me watch you this morning. Oh god, that was the most beautiful performance of masculine sex play I’ve ever seen in my life! Believe it or not, but I’ve never even seen a ‘young’ man’s naked body. I married at a young age to a man much older than me. I didn’t know the male form could be so solid and chiseled-hard. I had no idea my nephew’s penis was so handsomely developed in both elongated length and generous girth. In my opinion, any female would love to get a piece of what you have!”
Embarrassed by her brazen boldness, Aunt Peggy blushed and became quiet for a minute. Gathering courage, she then spoke again, “Daniel, you’re mature enough now to know the truth about your uncle and why I’m so unhappy with him. I’ve never told this to anyone else, but that man is a ‘son-of-a-bitch’ who makes my life miserable! He has no sense of humor. He’s always so melancholic and sullen. And, he’s not the least bit ‘virile’ when it comes to sex. To compensate for his ‘shortcomings’, he has been mistreating me badly. I mean mentally, emotionally, and especially sexually. He has become a mean and vicious lover!”
After a brief pause, she added, “I sometime hope and pray he will just go away and leave me alone. I love children and I’d love to have a baby, but I thank God every day that I’ve never born that man a child!”
Aunt Peggy stopped talking to wipe tears from her eyes. Unconsciously, I reached out and she stepped into my arms. We were both keenly aware of our nudity, yet I held on to her tightly. Her hands rested on my chest.
Even though I wasn’t yet out of my teen years, my masculine instinct recognized the agonized pain of a ‘wounded’ woman. Misused and abused, my aunt’s body and heart had been badly damaged. My intuitive, tender-hearted mind compassionately wondered whether or not her female psyche had been injured beyond repair.
“Daniel,” Aunt Peggy’s breaking voice said. “I haven’t trusted a man in so long I’ve began losing my faith in men. This changed when you came here to stay last week. Your presence is like a breath of fresh air. You are so full of life and mischievous merriment it’s nearly impossible to remain despondent around you. Your humor and inspiring zest for life is so infectious I’ve found myself laughing and singing for the first time in forever. And now, this morning, I’ve discovered that I have a beautiful, hard-bodied, virile male-creature living in my home! I guess this explains why I’ve been walking around with an excited wetness inside my panties since you’ve been here.”
Before I had a chance to respond to this unexpected news, Aunt Peggy added, “For the life of me Daniel, I can’t figure out what to do with you! I’m so jumpy and jittery, I feel like a virginal schoolgirl with her first ‘crush’ on a boy!”
“Aunt Peggy,” my mischievous voice teased. “You are an adult woman with the wisdom and maturity of age. So, my lady, you just go ahead and do whatever you want to do with me. I’m a big boy, I can take it!”
Aunt Peggy’s response was not what I expected. She didn’t call upon her good sense to give her the wisdom to turn away from temptation. Instead, she turned her face up and softly kissed my cheek. She then kissed my lips. This wasn’t the kind of kiss an aunt gives to a nephew. It was a kiss a woman gives to a man. The kiss I gave back wasn’t meant for a motherly-substitute aunt. It was the kiss of a man aroused by the allure of enticing female.
My kiss deepened as I poured my heart and soul into it. It was becoming a kiss meant as comforting solace for an injured woman. I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to atone for the sins of my uncle.
A recollection came to me as I held a woman’s soft, nude body tightly against the rigidity of my muscular chest and loins. I recalled an article I’d read about sex. The article made the claim that women reach their sexual peak in their mid-thirties and guys reach their peak in their mid-teens. I further recalled that Aunt Peggy was 36 while I was 18. Why did this information now come to my mind?
The impassioned kiss between Aunt Peggy and me became two and then three. I took a step to my right bringing the seductive woman with me. We were in my bedroom. When I closed the door, I locked out the world. I ordered decency and morality to vacate the premises under the threat of a severe ass-kicking.
“Peggy,” I said in a clear, strong voice. “Woman, this won’t work unless we drop the ‘aunt’ part! We must forget it, ignore it, and pretend the aunt-nephew relationship doesn’t exist. Okay?”
A smile lit Peggy’s radiant face. Escort Gaziantep Her teasing answer was given with joyous jest, “What relationship, Daniel? Why, good sir, I’m just a woman and you are just a man!”
Peggy sat on my bed and I dropped to my knees between her legs. I kissed her again. I had no idea if her mouth had ever been tongue-fucked before, but that’s what I began doing to it. Whether she was experienced or just now instinctively learning, this woman began tongue-fucking my mouth in return.
Taking my time, I moved slowly and gingerly. I reasoned that if I rushed I might not allow forbidden temptation a chance to get a firm hold on our tenuous, newfound, lust-inspired bond.
Reaching out, I cupped two proudly-displayed breasts with a gentle touch. As Peggy’s tits filled my hands, I gently massaged the magnificent mammary orbs. Swelling nipples stiffened as my thumbs caressed them. When I leaned over to capture one of the mature nubs in my mouth, I heard a moan of delight. Inspired by this reaction, I captured the other erect nipple. I sucked with soft, gentle pressure. My tongue made slow, lazy circles around and around. I heard sighs and moans.
I juggled Peggy’s tittie-jugs up into the air with the skill of a circus performer. I enthusiastically played with the firm, jiggly balloons. My lips joined in on the act and frantically licked the warm boob flesh. My tit-hungry mouth sucked all around the circular perimeter of the mountainous hills.
When my boob play was temporarily satisfied, I eased Peggy to her back on my bed. She made no resistance. She willingly helped as I spread her legs wide. I studied the mysterious bush between her legs. I saw a forest of hair covering a magical, magnificent pussy mound. Her pussy lips were puffed and the mounded flesh stood up graceful and proud.
Peggy’s clit was easy to find. It was not completely hidden inside the outer pussy lips. My ravenous mouth and tongue found it easily. I flicked it, licked it, and teased it until it became stiff and erect. The warm, tender ridge of the protruding clit was much like the tip of an iceberg. There was much more below the surface. Spreading her pussy lips, I found the feminine glory within! My mouth and tongue found a glorious abundance of tender vaginal flesh to consume. I ate voraciously!
I was young, but I knew when sexual stimulation was causing exquisite pleasure. I knew my oral massages were stirring Peggy’s pussy passions. I knew she was forcing herself not to cry out. She certainly didn’t want Uncle George to know what was going on under his roof. Even so, I heard impassioned whimpers and barely concealed cries.
I stopped for a moment and looked at my forbidden lover’s naked body. I spoke with a new maturity, “Peggy, if your husband is a ‘son-of-a-bitch’, he is also a ‘goddamn-fool’! How could any man in his right mind not appreciate the magnificence of your sexy body? Why woman, you’re ‘smoking-hot’ and ‘drop-dead’ gorgeous! I think you’re wonderful!”
Peggy sat straight up in my bed, grabbed my head with both hands, and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back. She then dropped to her knees on the floor and told me to lie back on the bed. Without a second of hesitation, I obeyed her instructions.
“Daniel dear,” Peggy whispered. “You told me I could do anything I wanted to with you. Did you mean it? Honey, I want to do something to you that your uncle has never let me do to him. May I kiss your beautiful, rock-hard cock and maybe even suck it a little?”
Without awaiting my permission or consent, Peggy moved into position between my legs. She leaned over and kissed my engorged cockshaft. She kissed up and down the entire swollen length of the steely-stiff rod. She pulled and tugged on my meaty erection.
Peggy stood my rigid shaft up straight and closely inspected this object of her desire. As soon as the cockhead filled her field of vision, she popped it into her mouth. This woman was now the one with the voracious sex appetite. She seemed starved for a cock to eat. She sucked my meat deep into her mouth. She licked and sucked with enthusiastic zeal.
Good god, I’d never had my 18-year-old cock inside the mouth of a woman twice my age! Peggy might be an inexperienced cocksucker, but after years of oral man-meat deprival, she was eagerly making up for lost time. This 36-year-old woman’s cock hunger was stealing away all of her modest inhibitions.
Forgetting about the restrictive proprieties of forbidden sex, this cock-starved female devoured my rigid erection. Peggy was treating my cock like it might be some kind of delicious edible treat. Her rapidly-licking tongue lapped at my flesh just like it was a blood-engorged pulsating popsicle. Her bobbing mouth sucked as if she had a tasty all-day sucker to consume. Her teeth began chewing as if she had a succulent meat-covered bone to munch on.
I was admittedly proud of the heft and size of my cock, but I knew of its limitations. There was no way in the world I could allow a female to eat me all day without blowing the lid off my steaming seminal pot.
Grabbing Peggy’s hair, I pulled her head away from my pulse-pounding cockshaft and forced her to stop her frantic eating. I was ready to blow my load any second and Peggy damn-well should know it!