Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




The Training of Sam

The ringing home phone startled me. No one called the home phone except for my grandparents, who couldn't seem to understand that my parents each had a cell phone. I toggled the game controller switch to kneel and my character on the screen got to one knee behind the wall. I tossed a pipe bomb into a crowd of Nazi zombies. The accompanying spray of zombie blood made me smile as my character ran toward an open door and the relative safety of the virtual safe room.

"Sammy! Can you answer that? I'm in the bathroom!" I heard the muffled voice of my Mom from the back of the house. I hit the pause button on the controller and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Grandma," I said into the receiver.

"Guess again, Sam." It was my Mom's younger sister, Gail. Everyone in the world called me Sammy except for Aunt Gail. She had stopped calling me "Sammy" on my eighteenth birthday earlier this year.

"Aunt Gail. Hey. Did you lose Mom's cell number?" I asked sarcastically into the phone.

"No, Mr. Smarty Pants, I did not." I could hear her smiling over the phone. "She didn't answer her cell, so I thought maybe she had set it down out of earshot. Is she home?"

As if on cue, Mom picked up the extension in her room. "Hello."

"Mom, it's Aunt Gail."

"Thank you, honey," she said. "I've got it now. You may hang up."

Smiling and full of myself I said, "Finally! I've got Nazi zombies to take care of. I love you Aunt Gail."

"I love you, too," Gail said back into the receiver. When Gail heard the click of the phone, she asked, "Nazi zombies?"

Mom chuckled and said, "A video game."

"Ah. I see."

"Actually, I'm really worried about Sammy. He's so damn smart...a nerd really. He doesn't have any real friends other than those he's met on-line gaming, he rarely leaves the house, he plays video games all day and night, and a girlfriend...forget about it." Mom said the last part imitating a New York City mobster. "He's heading to college in the Fall and I'm worried that he's going to be a social retard."

Gail listened to my mother intently. They were close and even though Gail lived several hours down the coast from us, they talked almost every day. Mom was the oldest of the three siblings, at 38-years-old. Their brother had been born next, and was 35, and Gail, the baby, was only 34.

My Mom, Katie, had married my father a year after graduating from high school, and she was pregnant at 19. She had me one month before turning 20, so by far, Mom was the youngest of all of my friends' mothers. And, according to my nerdy friends, she was H-O-T hot. She worked out every day and still was able to pull off a bikini at the beach. I often saw men ask her to join them for a beer on their beach towel only to hear her say, "No thanks." She would flash them a big smile and watch them walk away.

Gail continued, "Katie, he sounds pretty normal for a teenage boy today, but what do I know?" Gail had been married young, like my mother, but unlike Mom, she had gotten divorced after only a few years. From the conversations that I overheard between Mom and Dad, Gail seemed to be really enjoying her single lifestyle. Mom called it the 'boyfriend of the month club.' She owned a small, but really nice house right on the Atlantic Ocean. Her sliding back door opened to a deck that was built right on the beach.

"Probably," Mom agreed. She paused for a very long time, deep in thought. She had rehearsed this next part, but didn't know how it would come out. "I've got a huge favor to ask you." Mom was concerned that she was overreacting.

"O...kay," Gail said it like she was wary of what was next.

"Do you think Sammy could come and stay with you this summer? I think it would do him a lot of good to get out of this house. I won't let him bring his gaming system, so he'll be forced to go out and meet some new friends. He might even be able to find a summer beach job."

"Hmm," Gail said as she pondered the request. "Well, it would be really cozy. You know I've only got the one bed in the loft overlooking the living area. He'd have to sleep on the pull out couch. And, there is the one bathroom."

"I know it's a lot to ask." Mom held her breath hoping that her sister would agree.

After a very long pause, Gail said, "I think it would be great fun!"

Mom started breathing again and smiled broadly. "Thanks, sis. He needs badly to learn some social skills."

~~~

The Greyhound bus pulled into the bay at the station and I could see my Aunt Gail sitting in her roadster with the top down. She was wearing a white baseball hat with her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail poking out of the hole in the back of the hat. She was wearing a white tank top T-shirt. As the bus stopped, she got out of her car and I could see from across the parking lot that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large nipples were clearly poking into the fabric despite the warm summer temperature. She looked great. She was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans as well. She waved at me and smiled. I retrieved my bag from underneath the bus and headed across the parking lot to her car.

"Wow! You've really grown into a man since the last time I saw you. How tall are you now?" She gave me a huge hug, crushing her breasts into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed the feeling.

"About six feet two inches," I said, not breaking the hug.

"Well, you're definitely a man now." She pulled me away and held me at arms' length smiling broadly at me with her beautiful white teeth. Her dark brown eyes were locked onto my eyes. "You have nice broad shoulders and a thin waist." She squeezed my upper arms. "You're really good looking, too," she said. "I bet you have a ton of girlfriends."

I blushed and said, "Not really..."

"No?" Aunt Gail cocked her head to one side. "Why not?"

"I don't know," I said staring down at my feet. "I guess I just don't know how to act around girls."

"I'm a girl," she said, flashing her dazzling smile at me.

"Yeah, but you're different. You're my Aunt."

"I'm not really all that different. I have all the same girl parts as every other girl." She placed her hands on her hips and pushed out her ample bosom.

My face turned dark red as I stared at her nipples through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt.

"Do you like what you see?"

I realized that I was staring at her tits and quickly brought my eyes up to meet hers. I shuffled my feet and looked down. "Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize, honey. I take it as a complement. I work hard to keep this figure! Anyway, you're going to see a lot more of me in my tiny little place." She spun around and started walking back toward her car.

"Wait. What?" I stood there looking at her full, round butt switching back and forth as she walked.

When she reached the car she yelled at me, "Are you coming or not?"

~~~

My Aunt's beach house had been designed as a weekend getaway. It wasn't big, but served her needs nicely. The first floor was a completely open design. It was essentially one big room that contained the living area, kitchen, and dining area. There was a small laundry room that was more of a closet than a room. The one big room comprised the entire area. There was not a separate bedroom, but instead a staircase led up to a loft that overhung half of the downstairs area. The railing for the loft faced toward the rear of the house, and overlooked the glass back walls of the house and the Atlantic Ocean. I had forgotten how beautiful this place was.

"Okay," she said as she let me in through the front door, "this is your key. Make yourself at home while I cook us dinner." She motioned toward the couch. "That's your bed. It pulls out into a really uncomfortable bed, but it's all I've got." She pointed up the stairs to her loft. "I've cleared out two of my drawers for your clothes, and I can make room in the closet if you need to hang up some nicer clothes."

I gave her the look: 'like I have nice clothes.' She immediately got the gesture and smiled.

"Go ahead and put your clothes away. It's the bottom drawers of my dresser. You may also put any toiletries in the bathroom as well."

After I had placed my clothes into the drawers, I carried my razor, deodorant, and tooth brush and tooth paste into the bathroom. I was shocked to see the magnitude of beauty products in such a small space. The shower had at least 10 bottles of...I didn't know what. My shower at home had a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. How could one person need so many bottles of stuff? Curiosity got to me, and I started reading the contents of each bottle. There was cleansing gel, body wash (with aloe), and several different bottles of shampoo and conditioners. Some bottles had both shampoo and conditioner. There was also a tube of shaving gel, sponges, brushes, and other 'tools' that obviously involved the shower, but I honestly had no idea what they were. "Wow," I whispered to myself.

I found a small empty space on a shelf above the toilet and put my four lonely items there. Clearly, I had a lot to learn about women.

~~~

Aunt Gail made a really nice spaghetti sauce that we ate over linguini with red wine. Once we had cleaned the pots and dishes after dinner, Aunt Gail plopped down on the coach and patted the cushion next to her. "Come on, Sam. Let's get reacquainted." She poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me as I sat next to her.

We talked for hours about her life and mine. It was fantastic. Of all of my relatives, she had always treated me like an adult, and she didn't hold back now. The wine certainly didn't hurt, either. We discussed my plans for the future, my lack of friends, and particularly girlfriends, and my plans for the summer. She told me about her divorce and gave me a glimpse into her love life, but mercifully she left out the gory details. Let's just say she was experienced.

She glanced at her watch. "Holy shit! It's almost eleven and I have to work tomorrow." She took the empty wine glass from my hand and walked to the kitchen sink. "Why don't you run up and brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I'll pull out your couch and make it for you tonight, but don't get used to this!" She flashed her beautiful white teeth at me.

After brushing my teeth, we met on the stairs as I was descending and she was ascending. She hugged me tight and said, "I'm so glad you are spending the summer with me." I kissed her on top of her head and said, "Thanks, Aunt Gail. Good night." Her hair smelled like apricots.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't thought about pajamas, because I never wore them at home. Oh well, I slipped off my shirt and pants and climbed into the bed wearing just my boxer shorts. I guess that if we were going to be roomies, she might as well get used to seeing me in my underwear. I could hear the water running in her bathroom as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman peeing. She was doing all of this with the bathroom door open. The thought of her sitting on the toilet made my dick begin to swell. I pulled the covers over my waist to hide the pup tent forming in by boxers. I heard the toilet flush and then the sound of a drawer opening and then closing. 'Ah, the pajamas are going on,' I thought to myself.

Absent mindedly I was laying on my back staring up at the railing of the loft when suddenly her head poked over the rail and she looked down on me. She was wearing a light blue tight camisole that hugged her torso to just above her belly button and showed an ample portion of her cleavage. Her bottom was covered by a pair of lavender panties. As she leaned over the rail to look down on me my eyes focused on her breasts. If she noticed, she didn't comment. "Sam, honey, I'm going to get up around 6:00 and exercise before I head to work. Is that going to bother you?"

"Uh," I said, snapping out of my fixating stare at her wonderful chest, "no. That will be fine. I get up early anyway."

"Great!" She flashed that smile at me. "See you in the morning."

The house went dark and I was left staring at the railing with thoughts of my Aunt's tits in my head and a certifiable grade-A boner in my shorts.

~~~

Without opening my eyes I was aware of the sun streaming in through the east-facing glass walls of the back of the house. I then became aware of sounds near the foot of the couch bed. I opened my eyes to see Aunt Gail apparently doing yoga on a floor mat a few feet from my bed. I pulled my pillow up against the back of the couch and propped my head up to watch the show.

Gail had her hands on the floor under her shoulders, her knees hip distance apart, and her hips lifted so that her body made a triangle with the ground. Her beautiful rear end was high in the air, although her head was toward me and I was disappointed that I couldn't see her ass raised high in the air from the opposite angle. "Good morning, sleepy head," she said without even looking up at me. "I thought my yoga would wake you up, but you slept through most of my routine." She breathed in and out a few times. "This position is called adho mukha svanasana, but most people know it as down dog or downward facing dog." She took a couple more deep breaths.

"This next position is called urdhva muckha svanasana, or upward facing dog." She pressed down into her hands and pulled her chest forward and up. This left her hips barely lifted off the ground and her shoulders were pulled down and back away from her ears. She took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Maybe you can start joining me." She took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Now, baddha konasana, or the butterfly pose."

She pulled out of her upward facing dog and into a seated position. She brought the soles of her feet together, and interlaced her hands under her feet while pressing the bottoms of her feet together. She pulled her feet in toward herself demonstrating that she was extremely flexible. She pressed her elbows into her knees and looked straight ahead locking her eyes onto mine. "This pose is actually great for women, because when I lean forward, it can help reduce cramping. You, know, when it is that time of the month." She took in a couple of deep breaths and said, "This pose helps to open my inner hamstrings and is a nice release for my lower back."

"And, finally, the most important pose of all, the dead man's pose or savasana." She laid down flat on her back and just breathed. After about 10 minutes I thought she had fallen asleep, but she sat up, grabbed her towel, and began to mop the sweat off her face. I could see little rivulets of sweat running down her neck and into her cleavage. "Savasana is the most important part, and even though it feels like you're doing nothing, you won't get the same happy chemical release if you skip it."

As she got to her feet, she asked, "Do you know how to make coffee?"

"Not really."

"Well, mister, it's high time you learned. You make coffee while I jump in the shower. Use one scoop per cup of coffee. Make eight cups." With that she bolted up the stairs. Her ass looked mighty good in those yoga pants!

I heard the water in the shower as I fumbled around the kitchen. As it turned out, making coffee was pretty easy and I watched the dark liquid drip into the carafe. My mind began to wonder and I imagined what my aunt looked like in the shower, soaping her breasts and butt. A pup tent was forming in my boxer shorts again, so I hurriedly slipped on my blue jeans before Aunt Gail finished her shower.

And, man was I happy I did, because when she came down the stairs, her hair was pulled up under a white towel, and she was wearing a black lacey bra with matching lacey 'boy short' panties. Her breasts bounced up and down as she bound down the stairs. When she caught the shocked look on my face she said, "Sorry. I get really hot after yoga and a shower and if get dressed right away, I'll soak my clothes with perspiration." She smiled. "Anyway, we're roomies now, right?" She punched me in the shoulder. She grabbed a cup of coffee and headed back up the stairs, giving me a nice view of the toned cheeks of her ass.

I heard the hair dryer and thought, 'What the fuck just happened?' I was glad that she was upstairs because I'm sure I had a stupid, shit-eating grin on my face. "This is going to be an amazing summer," I whispered to myself.

After about 30 minutes, she came down the stairs in a nice, form fitting business suit. "The shower's all yours." She picked up her purse and dug around for her keys. "What are your plans for the day?"

"I thought I'd walk up the beach to the touristy area and see about getting a summer job."

"Great idea." She smiled. "I'll try to get home early today. Love you!"

"I love you, too," I said, as she shot out the door.

~~~

We quickly settled into a comfortable routine. I woke each morning to watch the "yoga show," and after a few days, I even began to participate. It was much harder than it looked, and I felt like a wooden block next to her. She was amused, but gentle and encouraging. After a couple of weeks I began to feel like a novice instead of an idiot. After yoga, she would shower and I would make coffee, eagerly anticipating the Victoria's Secret underwear show that would soon follow. Just how many different bra and panty sets did she own? I'm not sure if it was my imagination or not, but the bras seemed to get more revealing and the panties certainly did, as some mornings she would show up in a thong. I'm sure she knew what she was doing to me. I caught her staring at the bulge in my work-out shorts as she would take the first sip of coffee before running up the stairs. I wasn't complaining, but it cemented in my mind that I had no experience with women and didn't even know if I should complement her or not.

After she left for work each day, I would pull on a bathing suit and a T-shirt, and head up the beach to my summer job at Hot Diggity Dogs. The place was open for lunch and snacks from 10:30 AM to 4:00 PM during the summer, and was located right at the edge of the main beach drag. Swimmers could walk right up to the take-out window and order food, drinks, and ice cream. I met a lot of really hot girls my age. There were two bikini-clad girls that were particularly friendly to me and visited the take-out window several times each day. They asked me my name, and of course I told them, but I didn't even have the confidence to ask them their names in return. 'What a loser,' I thought to myself as I watched their pretty butts walk back out towards the beach.

~~~

"You're really improving," Aunt Gail said to me as she flashed a smile over at me. We were doing the ardha chandrasana or half-moon pose. Actually, Aunt Gail was doing the pose, and I was trying not to fall over.

As we were laying in the savasana pose flat on our back staring at the ceiling, I kept imagining what the girls on the beach thought of me after I failed to ask them their names. Apparently, I sighed deeply because Aunt Gail asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I felt her hand reach out for mine. She placed her hand over mine and asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

"I'm not really sure how to say it." She had the wisdom to remain quiet as I collected my thoughts. She squeezed my hand to encourage me. "Okay." I took a deep breath. "I'm not good with girls at all. I mean, I like girls and all, but I just don't know how to act around them. I've met... 'met' is not really the right word ...I've spoken to some really hot girls on the beach, and a couple of them have even asked me my name, but I'm too damn chicken to ask them their names, much less ask them for their phone number or on a date. I'm such a loser."

I felt rather than saw her raise up onto one elbow with her head on her hand staring at me. "Look at me, Sam."

I mirrored her pose, facing her. She looked fucking hot. Her brown hair was hanging in a ponytail touching the mat and sweat was dripping off her perky nose. Her brown eyes showed concern. I could see the outline of her nipples through her sports bra and her yoga pants had pulled up during the routine and she was sporting a camel toe.
"You're a really good looking man, Sam. All you need is some confidence." She reached out and pulled a lock of hair from my face. She stared into my eyes for a long time. "I know you like girls. I've seen the way you look at me each morning when I come down to get my coffee." She flashed a big smile at me, and then turned serious again. "You've never been with a girl, have you?"

"I guess it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"A little," she said, smiling.

We lay there staring into each other's eyes until Aunt Gail leaned forward and said, "Come here." I leaned in and she kissed me tenderly on the lips, putting her hand behind my head. Her lips were full and soft. She tasted of sweat, but it was the best sweat I'd ever tasted. Her lips didn't part, but the kiss lasted a good 15 seconds. As she pulled away, she said, "You're a good kisser for someone with no experience." She got up, grabbed her towel, and said, "Make coffee," as she headed up the stairs.

I lay there for another minute going through that wonderful kiss in my head. I couldn't believe how soft her lips felt against mine.

As I was watching the coffee drip, I heard Aunt Gail shout from the shower, "Sam!"

"Yeah?"

"Sam! If you're answering me I can't hear you over the shower. Come here, please!"

I slowly crept up the stairs to the landing. I could see that she had left the bathroom door open and the shower was running. "Aunt Gail, do you need me?"

"Yeah, Sam, please come here."

I walked to the open door and shouted into the bathroom, "What's up?"

"Sam, I need a new razor. This one is dull. Can you grab one for me from the bottom drawer, please?"

"Uh, you want me to come in...while you're in the shower?"

"Yes, please."

"But, the shower door is clear glass."

"Sam! It's fine. Please bring me a razor."

I walked into the bathroom but purposefully did not look into the shower. I did, however, look into the mirror and could clearly see the outline of my Aunt's back and her beautiful round butt. It was amazing! I quickly found the razor and walked toward the shower with my eyes diverted toward the floor.

I heard the shower door open, and my Aunt said, "Sam. Look at me."

I slowly raised my eyes to see that she was standing in the shower with her arm across her breasts and her body turned so that her front was facing away from me and her butt was toward me. I looked into her brown eyes. "Sam, you have to get more confidence around women. I'm not going to bite you." She smiled a wan smile at me and said, "Now, run along so I can get finished."

As I started to turn and leave, she lowered her arm and I got a quick glimpse of her left nipple. The areola was dark and probably an inch and a half across. The nipple appeared to be hard, but it happened so fast I couldn't be sure. My dick certainly didn't need any more evidence and I was rock hard before I made it to the bathroom door.

~~~

"Hello," Mom said into the cell phone.

"Hey, Katie."

"Is everything alright? Is Sammy okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine."

"You don't normally call me during the weekday from work."

"Well, Katie, I'm calling during the day precisely because I wanted to talk to you when Sam is not around."

"Okay."

"Everything is going really well. I am enjoying having Sam live with me. In fact, I'm enjoying it way more than I thought I would. We get along well and make really good roomies. He's such a sweet young man. He's even doing yoga with me every morning."

"Wow!"

"Right?" Anyway, he's gotten a job on the beach and he seems to like it a lot. But,..."

"But?"

"But, he is having trouble meeting girls. We had a long talk this morning, and he lacks confidence more than anything."

"I was worried about that when I sent him to live with you." Mom sighed into the phone. In fact, I was worried about more than that. Truly, I was worried that he DIDN'T like girls, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, there is absolutely no need to worry about that! I was thinking the same thing, so each morning I've been parading around in my bra and panties before I get dressed. You should have seen his face the first morning!" Aunt Gail began laughing and Mom joined in. Gail continued, "Honestly, his reaction the first morning made it quite clear that he liked what he saw, and I really didn't need to do it anymore, but if the bulge in the front of his shorts was any indication, he was enjoying it every bit as much as I was. I've got to tell you it is nice having an 18-year-old man look at me so wantonly."

"That's quite a relief," Mom replied. "So you think it is just a confidence problem, huh? I'm not sure what we can do about it. He just has to learn that girls are people, too."

"Katie, I have an idea, but it's kind of drastic. I wanted to bounce it off of you before I moved forward."

"Okay."

"Sooooo," Gail paused. "What would you think if I taught him how to be a man?"

Mom didn't respond for quite some time while she considered what her baby sister had just asked her. Finally, she asked, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"

"If you're thinking that I teach your virgin son how to make love to a woman, then, yes."

"Wow."

After a brief pause, Gail said, "Yeah, I told you it was drastic. I'm pretty sure it will build his confidence, but there is the psychological angle to consider fucking one's aunt."

"Honestly, Gail, that really doesn't concern me too much, considering that both of us fucked our brother like rabbits when we were at college and we're normal...well, normalish. Are you sure you're up for doing this?"

"Now it's my turn to be honest. I've been horny as hell to see what's in those shorts of his. The bulge looks mighty nice!"

"Gail!" Mom laughed and Gail joined in. "Actually, Gail, it IS nice."

"Katie! How do you know that?"

"Well, I've seen him naked a couple of times around the house. It's not too long, but it is nice and thick."

"So, I'll take that as a yes."

Mom paused for a few seconds. "Yes. Call me later and let me know how it goes."

~~~

When Gail opened the door to the house, she could hear the shower running upstairs. "Perfect." As she got to the top of the stairs she yelled, "Sam. I'm home! "

I was surprised when I heard her. I yelled from the shower, "You're home early, aren't you?"

"Yes. I decided to come home early since it's Friday."

"Okay. I'll be out in a second."

I hadn't expected her to come home early, so I hadn't bothered to bring anything more than boxer shorts into the bathroom with me. I toweled myself off, ran my fingers through my damp hair, and opened the door allowing the steam to pour out of the room. "This is a nice surprise."

Aunt Gail was standing there in a lacey black bra and her skirt, obviously getting out of her work clothes. Although I'd seen her in her underwear many times, there was something particularly sexy about her standing there in a bra and skirt. It was like I was walking in on a particularly personal and vulnerable scene. My cock noticed too, and started to swell.

"I don't get to come home early very often," she said, tossing her blouse into the hamper. She pulled down the zipper on the side of the skirt, stepped out of it, and placed it on a hanger. "May I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

I was speechless. My Aunt was asking me if I found her sexy and I had no idea how to reply. I mustered all of my meager confidence and said, "Yeah, sure, I guess so." I stared at my bare feet.

"Sam. Look at me. Why are you so shy around women?"

"I wish I knew," I said, tentatively looking into her face. She was frowning a bit.

"Come here."

I walked toward her realizing that there was no way I was going to successfully hide my boner. I walked to within a couple of feet of her, but she said, "No, right here," and pointed to floor immediately in front of her. I took the one step toward her.

She leaned up and kissed me deeply on my mouth. After a second or so she said, "Relax your lips. You're not kissing your Aunt; you're kissing a sexy woman." She placed her lips on mine and parted them with her tongue. Her tongue ran around inside of my mouth like a warm, smooth snake.

After about 30 seconds she said, "Here, give me your hand." She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Please squeeze my breasts."

We began to kiss again and I clumsily kneaded her breast over her bra. She broke our kiss and said, "Hmm, that feels nice. Would you like to take off my bra?"

"Uh, sure." I felt clumsy unhooking her bra, but as soon as it was unclasped she let it fall to the floor between us. Her breasts were spectacular: round and full. Her nipples were hard. My dick was fully erect.

"Let me show you." She took my hand in hers and said, "The nipples are the most sensitive part, but most women want you to tease and build the excitement. " She took her fingernails and ran them around her breasts without touching the nipples. "See, they're getting even harder. Now you do it."

I ran my fingernails across her left breast and then to her right breast. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "That's it. When you're ready, gently pull the nipples with your fingers." I immediately complied. "Nice," she moaned. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Suddenly I felt her hand enter the fly on my boxer shorts and she grabbed my erection. "I see that you're enjoying this as much I am." She flashed a smile at me. "You have a nice dick and I can't wait any longer to see it."

She fell to her knees and pulled my boxers down in the same motion. The band of my shorts caught my dick as they went down, and it sprung up when my boxers cleared it. She immediately sucked the head of my dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. "Shit! That feels amazing!" I said.

She placed both of her hands on my ass and drove her mouth down onto my dick, bottoming out when her nose touched the peach fuzz hair below my belly button. I felt her swallow and then bring her mouth back up the shaft. She did this a couple of more times and I knew I wouldn't last long. Sensing my excitement, Aunt Gail looked up at me and said, "Sam, you may cum in my mouth if you want to."

I could hardly believe my luck. "Okay," is all I could muster in a tiny voice. I was afraid I would break the spell if I spoke too loud.

She quickly gobbled my dick back into her mouth and started to work her mouth up and down the shaft. I could feel the roughness of her tongue on the underside of the crown of my cock. I felt my imminent release and instinctively placed my hands on the back of her head. She looked up at me and locked her eyes to mine. I exploded in an amazing orgasm, my first real orgasm that wasn't caused by my own hand.

When I was finally done, she sucked every drop of cum from the end of my dick and pulled her mouth away. She was smiling. "Did you like that?"

"So, so much!" I said. "That was amazing. Thank you."

"Oh," she said, "you're going to pay me back." She stood up and kissed me, and then took my hand and led me to the bed. Her beautiful breasts swayed from side to side as she walked. She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and lay back. "Take off my panties, Sam."

I was surprised by my lack of nervousness, and readily complied. I pulled her panties down and off of her long, smooth legs revealing a completely shaved pussy. "What do you think?"

"You're so beautiful," I said, staring at a woman's sex for the first time.

"I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy, baby. Now, remember the lesson on the breasts? Just like the breasts, most of the time you won't want to just dive right in. Instead, caress my legs and run you lips up the inside of my legs."

As my lips moved up her thighs, I could smell the pungent fragrance of her pussy. I crossed over to the other thigh and ran my tongue over the smooth skin.

She reached down to spread the folds of her vagina. "I'm already wet for you, Sam." She ran a finger through her own slit and shivered. She placed it in her mouth. It was so hot. She returned her hand to her pussy and said, "Let me show you." As she pointed she said, "This is my clitoris, but most people call it a clit. This is like a woman's small penis, and it is very sensitive when it is erect. Can you see how it is poking out from under its hood?"

It did indeed look like a tiny, erect dick. "I do see that," I said, my face just inches away.

"After you get your lady on the verge of an orgasm, you will stimulate the clit with your tongue and lips to bring her over the edge. But, beware, after she cums it will be so sensitive that it can actually be painful. Each woman is a little different, so you'll need to take your cues from her."

"Okay," I said, taking in every word she said.

"And this," she moved her fingers, "are the labia minor, but again, most people call them pussy lips."

I smiled. "Yeah, that one I kind of figured out already."

"Finally," she said as she spread the lips open "is the vaginal opening. Gently put in one of your fingers and feel how wet I am."

I slowly inserted the pointer finger of my right hand into her pussy. It was amazingly soft, warm, and slippery. "It's so warm and smooth."

"Imagine how that is going to feel when you finally get to stick your thick dick in me."

"Yeah..."

"Now, Sam, I'm going to teach you how to make me cum with your mouth. First, I want you to kind of kiss me around my clit, but don't touch it yet. Yes, just like that. Good. Now, use your tongue and lick me from the base of my pussy near my asshole all the way up to my clit. Hmmm, yeah lover, just like that. How did that taste?"

"Different," I said. "Kind of acidic but not gross. I could definitely do that again!"

"Well, then, do it. Hmm. Now stick your tongue inside of my pussy. Right. Yep. Just like that. Now move your lips up to my clit and suck it into your mouth like you're giving me a tiny blowjob."

When I did this she arched her back and entwined her fingers in my hair. Apparently, whatever I did I did it right. I kept it up and she responded by grinding her pussy into my face.

"Put a finger in me and fuck me with your finger. No! Don't stop sucking on my clit! Do both at the same time. That's it. You're going to make me cum so hard." Every 10 seconds or so she would say, "That's it. That's it." I kept working her pussy with my mouth and finger until she arched her back once more and screamed, "I'm cummmmming!"

Having paid attention, I moved my lips off of her clit but kept working my finger in and out of her pussy. I could feel the muscles contracting as if her pussy was trying to draw my finger further inside of her.

"Okay," she said, squeezing her legs together. "That's enough. Come here." She held out her arms and I lay next to her on the bed. "Thanks, Sam. That was great." She smiled at me. "Gently play with my titties."

"You're a good student." She faced me and kissed me again. She reached down and felt my raging hard-on. "It feels like you're ready to go again. Would you like to fuck your Aunt Gail, Sam?"

"So much."

She scooted up the bed so that her head was on her pillow. "Okay, let's start with the basics: missionary position." She positioned me so that I was over her with my cock pointed directly at her oh-so inviting pussy. "Support your own weight on your elbows or you'll crush me. You're so much bigger than me that I won't be able to breath." She reached between us and grabbed my dick. "Are you ready to become a man, Sam? Slowly push your dick into me."

The feeling of impaling her with my cock was beyond words. The feeling was better than I ever could have imagined. When I reached the bottom, I just lay there enjoying the warm velvety tightness.

"Okay, Sam, fuck me."

I started to pump my hips and the feeling was even better. I started slowly and she encouraged me for my patience. "That's nice, Sam. I like this pace." After several minutes she said, "Fuck me faster." I picked up the pace and she said, "Perfect." About a minute later she said, "Fuck me really hard. I'm almost there again." I banged my pelvis into hers and we bucked together. As her climax began to build I could feel a second orgasm building in me. I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulders and she grunted, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! I'm cumming!" As she came, I convulsed and came inside of her. I was surprised by how different it felt cumming inside of her as opposed to in my hand. The feeling was so much more intense.

~~~

And that was only the first of many lessons that summer. Aunt Gail and I dove into a delightful sensual exploration that left me with a Ph.D. in how to satisfy a woman. I didn't sleep on the couch again that summer, but moved into Aunt Gail's room. She said she loved my 18-year-old stamina, but all I knew was that I loved to fuck. I would be waiting for her when she got home each evening, and she regularly woke me up in the middle of the night for a "lesson." She taught me many sexual positions, but more importantly, she taught me that a woman was more than just breasts, pussy, and ass. She taught me to respect my partner and to read her mood and body. She told me that young inexperience woman might not know how to properly say, "No," so I needed to be patient and read their body language. She emphasized that it was rape if a woman wasn't sure. She taught me how to tease with my fingers, my hands, and my mouth. She even taught me the mysteries of anal sex and showed me that it was pleasurable for the man as well, massaging my prostate as she deep throated me to a massive and ball-draining blowjob.

As the summer was coming to an end, Aunt Gail and I were lying together spooning on her bed watching a movie. We had long ago dispensed with pajamas, and I was worrying her nipples with my fingers. "You're very distracting, you know? I'm having trouble following the plot!" she said.

"Good," I replied. "That means I'm doing it right."

In her best mock Yoda voice she said, "Well you have learned, yes." She rolled over onto her back and I kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I've been thinking," she said. "Instead of you taking the bus back home, what would you think of me taking a few days off and me driving you home?"

By way of answer I smiled. "Mom would love to see you. NOW, about these nipples..."

She interrupted me and waving her hand in front of her breast she said, "These are not the nipples you've been looking for."

Playing along I said, "You weak minded fool, your Jedi pussy tricks will not work on me."

~~~

Even though I'd had the best summer of my life, I had to admit that as we pulled into my parents' driveway I realized how much I missed home.

Aunt Gail popped the trunk of her roadster and the two of us climbed out and moved to the back of the car. She looked at me and pulled me into her arms. "I'm really going to miss you, Sam."

I pulled her head up to me and kissed her deeply and passionately. She jumped up into my arms and wrapped both of her legs around my waist. I supported her by placing both of my hands underneath her ass, as our tongues worked over each other's mouth. Because she was wearing a sun dress without panties, my hands were on her ass and I let the tips of my finger enter the folds of her pussy. When we finally separated and I helped her back to a standing position, I looked over her shoulder to see the neighborhood busy body, Miss Buchanan, standing at the foot of the driveway with her ancient poodle at the end of a leash.

"Hey! Miss Buchanan," I shouted to her waving my hand, "Do you remember my mother's baby sister? My Aunt Gail."

Aunt Gail looked up at me and whispered, "You're bad." She had a huge smile on her face, but it was hidden from the neighborhood gossip queen.

I whispered back to her, "Don't you know it, sweetheart, and it's all because of you." I kissed her again and saw Miss Buchanan running as fast as her fat, old legs would take her toward her house. "That ought to start some serious rumors on the block." I was smiling from ear-to-ear.
"Mom! We're home!" I let Aunt Gail lead me into the house and closed the door behind us. Mom appeared in the foyer and hugged her sister tight. She looked over her shoulder and saw me standing behind her, a huge smile on my face. "Hi, Mom."

"Come here, you." She hugged me tight and I couldn't help but notice that she felt a lot like Aunt Gail, but perhaps a little softer. I had never thought of my Mom as a woman, but after my summer of learning I realized she was definitely ALL woman. She tried to kiss me on the cheek, but instead, I turned my head and kissed her on the lips. I noted that her lips were fuller and softer than Aunt Gail's lips. The kiss didn't last more than three seconds, but it was nice.

"Oh, my!" she said as she slowly pulled away from me.

"I missed you, Mom."

"I can see that!" she said. I saw that her face was bright red and that her neck and upper chest were flushing as well.

"Where's Dad?" I asked looking into the living room.

"He had to go out up to New York for the week for annual training. He'll be back a week from today."

Aunt Gail said, "I've got to pee! Katie, should I put my bag in the guest room?"

"Yeah."

I followed Aunt Gail up the stairs and plopped my bag onto my bed. I looked around the room and realized just how immature I had been at the beginning of the summer. The walls were covered with promotional posters for video games and the shelves were full of science fiction spacecraft models and action figures.

When I finally went back downstairs, Mom and Aunt Gail had opened a bottle or red wine and were catching up. Mom looked up from the table when I walked into the kitchen and she asked, "Are you going to play video games?"

"No," I said as I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet. "I'm going to sit here with two gorgeous women and enjoy some wine."

Mom glanced at me, then at Aunt Gail, and then back at me. "Well, well, you've really matured this summer."

I gave Aunt Gail a knowing grin and said, "You have no idea, Mom."

After we finished the bottle of wine, Mom made us spaghetti and we opened a second bottle and talked until the wee hours of the night. It was fun hearing stories of their youth, particularly tales of Mom's youthful indiscretions. Around midnight I said, "I'm beat. Goodnight." I gave each of them a chased peck on the cheek and headed up the stairs and immediately fell asleep.

The combination of sunlight streaming through the window and the marvelous smell of fresh brewed coffee coaxed me out of my deep slumber. When I got downstairs in my boxer shorts, I found Mom standing at the kitchen island bent at the waist with her elbows on either side of her iPad. She was reading the news with a steaming cup of coffee next to it. She was wearing one of my Dad's tank top T-shirts that ended about mid-thigh, and from the ample amount of breast that was showing through the arm holes, she wasn't wearing a bra. I had never noticed her wearing anything like this in the past, but of course, I realized that I typically went from my bed to the video game console. She might have been naked in the past and I would not have noticed.

She didn't even look up from the screen, but acknowledged my presence by saying, "Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I leaned against the kitchen counter and admired my Mom's ass from behind. 'How could I have missed this hot woman in my house?' I asked myself. Her hips were wider than Aunt Gail's, and her butt was definitely fuller, but she looked so hot. 'I bet Dad tears that up.' I visualized Mom face down on the bed with her ass high in the air with Dad behind her, grabbing her ample hips and ramming his cock into her. My dick started to swell. 'Easy killer,' I thought. 'You won't be able to hide wood in these boxer shorts.'

"Aunt Gail and I had such a good time with you last night. I'm so glad you sat with us all night. We ended up staying up another two hours after you went to bed." She quickly glanced over her shoulder at me and caught me staring at her ass. She smiled and then looked back down at her iPad. She twitched her hips back and forth once and said, "Do you like what you see?"

Shit. Busted. The old Sammy would have been mortified and run for cover, perhaps never emerging from my bedroom again in this lifetime. But, the new Sam decided to take a chance. I closed the two steps between us and put my hands on her hips. I rubbed my swollen groin against her cheeks and said, "You've got a great ass, Mom."

She stood erect and started to turn around, but I held her firmly against the island, my swelling cock pressed against her ass. I moved my other hand up and across her stomach and pulled her tight against me. I kissed her on the nape of her neck and then nibbled on her ear lobe. I felt her take a deep breath and she placed a hand on mine. I moved my other hand through the loose arm hole of her T-shirt and felt the nipple of her left breast, hard and rubbery. They were larger than Aunt Gail's. I removed my hand from her shirt and press her back down so that she was bent at the waist over the island. I squatted down so that my face was level with her ass and I raised the fabric of the shirt up and over her hips. I was delighted that she was naked under the shirt. I moved her legs so that her feet were spread about a shoulder's width and I dove my face into her crotch, filling my lungs with my Mother's pungent aroma.

"Oh, Sammy." I heard her say. "Are you sure?"

I didn't answer but flashed my tongue out and into the folds of her pussy. I ate her from behind, reaching around with my right hand to find her clit. She pressed her ass back into my face. "Oh my god, Sammy, you're so good at this."

I still had not spoken. I took my other hand and wet my finger with her juices. I then reached up and plunged my finger into her asshole. If she was shocked, she didn't show it. Her only reaction was to whisper, "So good..." The muscles grabbed my finger and held onto it. I could feel her urgency and I worked her pussy with my tongue, her clit with my right hand, and her asshole with my left. "Oh, fuck, Sammy, you're going to make Mom cum!"

Her legs began to quiver and she thrust her ass back into my face preventing me from breathing. She came hard. I stood behind her and gently caressed her back while she recovered.

When she finally spoke she said, "Holy fuck Gail taught you well."

That caught me by surprise. She moved her head slightly from the granite surface of the kitchen island to look back at me. The surprise apparently showed on my face, so she smiled and said, "Sisters talk about everything."

I pulled my boxer shorts to the ground. My raging boner was pointing menacingly at Mom's ass. I took it in my hand and placed the head on the entrance to her pussy. With one slow thrust I pushed my dick into my Mother's womb.

Mom said, "You're so thick." She briefly stood erect and pulled the T-shirt up and off and then leaned back over pressing her large, soft breasts into the granite. Her breasts were smashed and looked huge from behind. I started thrusting into her slowly, pulling all the way out of her and then immediately entering her again before she could protest. "Oh, she's taught you SO well..."

I heard Aunt Gail coming down the stairs, so I was looking toward that area when she came into the kitchen. We locked eyes as I slowly fucked her sister from behind. "I thought I heard fucking," she said. She went to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup, and then moved to the table to watch us fuck.

Mom rotated her head 180 degree so that she was now looking toward the table. She looked at Gail and said, "My son is fucking me."

Gail smiled and said, "I see that." She was wearing a tight fitting camisole and panties. She pulled the panties down to her ankles and started fingering herself.

After several minutes of watching us fuck, she stood up and walked to my side. While I maintained the constant slow thrusts into Mom's dripping pussy, Aunt Gail kissed me and ran her hand over Mom's ass. She leaned down so that her face was right next to Mom's and she whispered, "You just have to taste his cum. It's so yummy!" She then reached under Mom and began to work a nipple. Mom rose up onto her elbows and forearms so that her large tits swayed under the motion. Gail used both hands to knead her tits and pull her nipples.

"I'm going to cum again," she said. The she asked me, "Are you close, baby? I DO want to taste your cum."

"I'm close, Mom. You cum first, and then I'll come." With that I picked up the pace and Mom began to slam her ample ass back against me, meeting each of my thrusts in turn.

"I'm close, Sammy! Fuck me harder."

I began to really pound her and she had a huge orgasm, her legs quaking. She held onto the side of the island for support while I slowed my thrusts for her to recover. After a minute she said, "Now it's your turn!"

I picked up the pace and felt my balls begin to tighten and that wonderful feeling that precedes an orgasm. When I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, I slapped her on the butt and she spun around and dropped to her knees. She grabbed my dick and thrust her lips over the head, swirling her tongue across the bottom. I erupted into her mouth while she stared up into my eyes. I could see her swallowing as rope after rope of cum jumped from my dick into her mouth.

I was vaguely aware of Aunt Gail saying, "That's so hot."

When Mom was certain that there was no more cum to extract from the head of my penis, she stood and hugged me tight, smashing her swaying breasts into my chest. My erection was trapped against her stomach. "Thank you, Sammy. That was amazing. Your old Mom hasn't come that hard in quite some time."

Aunt Gail was standing next to us, naked below the waist. She said, "I'm next."

Suddenly, we heard the front door open and my older sister, Jessica, who was a senior in college yelled, "Mom! Surprise! I'm home."

Too be continued...

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Dec 31, 2017 in blowjob

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