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   The naughty aunt

   Felix was sitting in front of the living room TV when his aunt came home
from her date.  She glanced at him suspiciously as she stepped in the front
door closing it behind her.  "Were you waiting up for me young man?"

   The sixteen-year-old looked down at his lap sheepishly and smiled. 
"Sort of," he replied honestly.

   Rhonda laughed and ambled behind him ruffling his hair playfully. 
"Worried about me Honey?" "Well Jeez aunt, there're a lot of crazy's out
there and it's past midnight.  Besides, I don't trust that Dave guy."

   "And why not?" she asked stepping around sitting in the sofa next to
him.

   "I just don't like the way he looks at you, like he's mentally
undressing you."

   "I hope he's got a good imagination because that's about as far as he'll
get," she said grinning.  With that, she unbuttoned her Pierre Cardin
jacket and removed it tossing it on the sofa.

   Felix's eyes almost popped out of head as he glimpsed at his aunt in her
dress.  "You went out in public like that?"

   "Sure did." she replied self-assuredly With that, she stood up modeling
it for him.  She pirouetted gracefully.  "Like the dress?"

   The boy choked as he attempted to speak.  "Well...well yea but aunt! 
It's awfully...revealing."

   "Oh, you find it offensive?  Well I haven't worn this outfit since your
uncle and I split up and it does a world of good for my ego." She walked
over to a large full-length mirror hanging in the entrance-way and studied
her image critically.  "And I'd say I still look pretty damn good in it."
It was true.  The skimpy party dress could not possibly look more
sensational on any woman than it now looked on Rhonda Gomes.  A singular
knockout from the time she was fifteen, by some standards, she was even
more beautiful now at age forty-two.

   Her deep olive skin was still rich and supple and hadn't yet begun to
betray her years.  Her face still retained its angelic features: a
decidedly classical nose, full ruby-red lips and smooth gently contoured
cheekbones.  Her lush, almost pitch-black hair framed her face elegantly,
barely touching her shoulders.

   Rhonda's revealing dress, more than did justice to her spectacular,
curvaceous body.  It was as black as her hair and was composed of tight
spandex that clung to her body like a second skin.  It was held up on her
shoulders by two spaghetti straps and plunged downward forming a strikingly
immodest d colletage.

   Her ex-husband had always said that Rhonda's body deserved a solid
x-rating.  It still did.  She was five foot six inches and all woman.  Her
waist was slim and compact.  Her hips flared out gracefully, tapering to a
beautiful pair of well-muscled legs.

   Her most startling feature however, was a chest that never ceased to
arouse and beguile men or to fill women with envy and suspicion.  It was
always a woman that was the first to assume that her chest was less than
natural.  But Rhonda, since adolescence, basked in the knowledge that her
ample gifts were God-given.

   Felix gazed in quiet rapture at his aunt as she stood before him.  Her
splendid, firm breasts swelled shamelessly forward.  The hard points of her
nipples clearly outlined in the material confirmed that she was braless.

   Her hemline rose some six or seven inches above the knee revealing her
lovely, sculpted legs.  Rhonda's black stiletto heels rounded out her bold
look, a look not lost upon her nephew.

   Seeing his aunt clad so sensually was an eye-opener for the boy.  Of
course he knew that she was attractive.  But auntents like this made him
fully appreciate just how beautiful a woman she was.  He could not help but
stare.

   As Rhonda strode confidently back to the sofa she smiled at her nephew.
And yet she detected something different in the way he was looking at her,
something she had never seen or noticed before.  Her own nephew had the
look, the look she had been eliciting from men all her life.

   She sat down on the sofa and gazed back at him.  Her mind wandered.  She
thought of his remoteness, his lack of friends, his lack of a social life.
Rather short (only five-foot-four) and slender and nondescript, he wasn't
the sort of boy who stood out in a crowd.  Felix had wavy brown hair that
occasionally became quite unruly.  His eyes were brown and large and always
appeared somewhat tentative.  His lips were thin and betrayed an image of
indecisiveness.  He had appeared to develop well through his adolescence.
But how could she truly know the thoughts of her brother's only child, a
boy who was becoming a man?  Felix meant everything to her.  She had raised
him virtually alone after the death of her brother.  Certainly, her
ex-husband supported them generously in a purely financial way.  Their
large, ostentatious home was a testament to this fact.  But he never saw
his nephew, never evidenced the slightest nterest in him.  And the message
was not lost on the boy.  Shy, awkward, a lackluster athlete, despite his
obvious academic brilliance, he simply wasn't worth his uncle's time.

   As she sat next to him, she wondered what he was thinking.  He'd never
had a girlfriend.  She had always assumed that he simply wasn't yet
interested.  Now, as she observed the way he looked at her in her sexy
outfit, she felt otherwise.  It seemed clear that this provocative display
of her extraordinary sexuality had unmasked strong, previously unsuspected
thoughts.  This observation filled her with sadness but also with
exhilaration.  Did she really excite her own nephew?  The mere thought sent
her heart racing.

   Though not one to admit it to others, in truth, Rhonda was intensely
proud of her physical beauty.  She went to great length to both cultivate
and advertise it.  She exercised religiously with a gay body-builder who
came to her house four times a week to serve as her pernephewal trainer. 
He emphasized body sculpting with an aggressive weight training program
designed to slenderize but not overmuscularize her physique.  In public,
she often attracted the attention of admiring males not to mention that of
jealous females.  Such attention often manifested itself with voiced
comments but just as frequently was evidenced with a shy smile, an averted
glance or occasionally, mindless staring.  Two years ago, a car crashed
into a lamp post while the driver was leering lasciviously at her.  While
not injuring anyone, the incident had definitely appealed to her sense of
vanity.

   Felix was the love of her life.  Circumstances had brought them closer
together than any aunt and nephew could expect to be.

   Being so overwhelmingly devoted to him had left her little emotional
energy to address her own need to be cherished, to be adored...to be
desired.  That the product of her loins could conceivably view her as an
attractive, sexual being was nothing if not intoxicating, a possibility she
had never entertained.

   Suddenly, she had an irresistible desire to know.

   "Honey...What are you thinking?" she queried.

   "Nothing."

   She looked him directly in the eye.  "Really," she implored.  "Deep
down, what are you thinking?"

   "Gee aunt, I don't know." He turned sharply away.

   "Do you think about girls much?"

   "Christ aunt!  Why do you ask?"

   "I'm just curious.  I just wonder if you think about girls a whole lot
more than I've ever imagined."

   "Well Yeah I think about girls." he replied exasperated.  "Why wouldn't
I?" He looked down to his lap somewhat embarrassed.

   Rhonda raised her arms up overhead and sprawled backwards in the sofa.
She thrust her shoulders back causing her large breasts to jut powerfully
outwards.  "I'm just curious Honey." The boy looked up at his aunt as she
lay before him on the sofa.  He sighed audibly as he gazed at her flawless
form.  "I do...sometimes." An edge came over his voice.

   Rhonda remained motionless.  His sigh was not lost upon her.  Its
implications caused her to shudder with anticipation.  She ran her
fingertips through her hair.  "When you think about them, what comes to
mind?"

   "What do you mean?" he responded, puzzled.

   "You know, do you think of going out with them, of being with them,
what?"

   A frustrated scowl came over the boy.  "Jeez aunt, I don't know."

   She smiled.  "Sure you do.  They're your thoughts.  Do you ever think
about their shapes, their bodies?"

   "Yes."

   "But only sometimes," she said playfully.  The boy smiled uneasily.

   Rhonda rose to her feet.  She walked nonchalantly towards the mirror
again.  She stood before it peering at herself.  Without averting her gaze
from her full-length reflection, she spoke again.  "Have you ever thought
about my body."

   "Well I don't dwell on it, but you're kind of hard to miss aunt!"

   Still avoiding eye-contact she asked him again, her voice remarkably
well-modulated.  "Do you ever find yourself checking me out if, for
example, I'm wearing something a little revealing around the house,?  Do
you ever think, 'aunt's kind of hot'?  You can tell me."

   At this point, Felix was getting somewhat embarrassed.

   She turned around and leaned backwards against the mirror placing her
hands behind her back.  Now looking at him squarely in the eye, she said
nothing.  The silence between them was charged.  Their conversation had
gone in a direction for which there was no return.  Feelings and sentiments
might be revealed that could never be submerged again.  She could see beads
of sweat form on her nephew's forehead and she knew that he was as
ambivalent and as excited as she was.  "I'm your aunt, but I'm also a
woman."

   Felix twirled his hair uncomfortably, unable to look up at her.  "Of
course you're attractive aunt.  But I don't think about your body."

   "But it would only be natural for you to.  Lots of boys think about
their aunts that way.  It's quite normal." She paused carefully.  "Maybe
you've imagined me say...taking a shower?" The boy glanced up at his aunt
as she leaned back provocatively.  "Huh Felix?  Do you ever imagine the
hot, steaming water running over me...over my nude body, me lathering
myself, touching myself.  With all those hormones running around in you. 
It's only natural that sometimes you might think of me in ways that
are...less than innocent."

   "I don't aunt!" he responded defensively.

   "I see.  So if I said 'Honey, I just bought this little negligee, and
I'm wondering if I look OK in it.  You wouldn't be interested in checking
me out in it and offering up an opinion?"

   "That would be a little too personal aunt, don't you think?"

   "Well it just so happens that I've got a very sheer little teddy that
you might like to see me in.  How about it?  Care to see your aunt in a
somewhat different light than you're accustomed to?"

   "What?" he responded incredulously.

   "I think you heard me," she said laughing.  "I admit my dress is rather
immodest but the negligee I'm thinking of modeling for you won't leave much
to the imagination.  Wouldn't you like to see how your aunt's body looks in
it?"

   "OK aunt.  I guess I would."

   "All right then!" with that, she turned and slowly headed up the stairs
to her bedroom.  "Don't go away," she said over her shoulder as she
disappeared.

   He leaned back in the sofa and stared up at the ceiling.  'What in God's
name was she up to,' he thought.  What had he gotten himself into?  He
wasn't quite sure but he found himself incredibly anxious.  He also found
himself equally exhilarated.  He contemplated his aunt's words: 'It would
be only natural for you to think about me in ways that are...less than
innocent.' Of course he could not admit this to her, but seeing her this
evening raised had raised feelings that were anything but innocent.  He
shook his head.  And he waited.

   At last, after several tense minutes, he heard his aunt emerge at the
head of the stairs.  He was surprised to observe that she was now wearing a
silk dressing gown with a bright Japanese print.  Felix glanced down
inadvertently at her legs as they pushed transiently through the fold of
her belted gown when she walked down.  He noted that she was still wearing
her high heels.  Rhonda smiled at him.  "Let's see if you can really avoid
thinking about my body!"

   Felix had a nervous, frozen smile on his face.  Before the boy could
bring himself to speak, his aunt undid her sash.  Slowly, sensually, she
parted the flaps of her gown.  Felix gasped involuntarily.  "Shit!" he
cried as he beheld the shocking sight before him.  It was as though he had
just been struck by a sledgehammer.

   He had never seen a woman dressed in a negligee, certainly not his own
aunt.  Rhonda boldly held the robe wide-open allowing her nephew to peruse
her incredible figure.

   Rhonda's lingerie was nothing if not dramatic.  A simple teddy, its
thread-like straps rested upon her bare shoulders.  It barely covered the
voluptuous woman's essentials and extended down barely below her wide
maternal hips.  Its black but exquisitely sheer material made her appear
almost nude.  The perfection of her flawlessly shaped breasts was
shamelessly and stunningly revealed from within the diaphanous material. 
Her deep pink nipples, strikingly erect, were clearly visible along with
their pink, expansive aureole.

   Felix was uncomfortably aware of the faint outline of the small black
triangle of dense hair that guarded the precious feminine essence residing
between his aunt's lovely thighs.  The overall impact of this incredibly
erotic assault of his senses was greatly heightened by the stiletto heels
his aunt was still wearing.

   Rhonda proudly allowed him to peruse her body.  Her arms still
outspread, she descended the last step of the stairway to the living room
floor.  She pulled her robe back over her shoulders and let it fall
gracefully to the floor.  She enjoyed the obvious sense of rapture in her
nephew.  "Felix," she cooed softly.  "Did you ever think you'd see your
aunt dressed like this?" She placed her hands upon her hips posing for him.
The boy said nothing.

   She pulled her shoulders back thrusting her chest forward.  As she did
so, she noticed his gaze linger over this aspect of her anatomy.  She
smiled pleasantly.  "Do you like them?"

   "Like what?" he replied embarrassed and not at all convincingly.

   Rhonda turned her head sideways looking at him askance.  She said
nothing.

   Felix paled in her silence.  "Like what?" he repeated choking on the
words knowing full well what she was referring to.

   His aunt drew her fingers ever so lightly over her bosom.  "These Felix,
you're staring at them."

   The boy tried to speak but no words came out.  Rhonda smiled
encouragingly.  "It's okay Felix.  You can be honest tell me.  You like
your aunt's tits don't you?"

   Felix looked down to the floor.  he nodded somewhat abashed.

   "Aren't they beautiful?" she beamed.  "I'm so proud of them.  If I wear
something low-cut out in public, you'd be surprised how difficult is to get
men to look me in the eye!" He looked up amazed at her pronouncement.  She
gazed back at him.  "But I don't mind.  Sometimes it's fun." She turned
away from him and faced her mirror.  Rhonda giggled.  She faced him again
and he looked up at her.  "Well go ahead and look Honey.  That's why I put
this on!  I wanted you to appreciate what a wondrous thing a your aunt's
body is." A serious affect swept across her face.  "In fact, I'd even take
this off...if you'd like." She smiled innocently.

   Felix was speechless, not quite believing what she was offering to do.
"Come on Felix," she chided.  "Would you like to see your aunt completely
nude?  That's something a boy doesn't get to see that often!"

   "I guess I would."

   "Don't be getting too enthusiastic," she chided gently.  "If you want
it, you have to tell me." Resolutely, the boy gazed directly into his
aunt's eyes.  "I've always wanted to see you naked," he said softly, but
clearly.

   Rhonda nodded approvingly.  "Felix, I'm delighted to hear you say that."
With that, she reached both arms down to the hem of her negligee, grabbed
it and in an smooth, deliberate motion, drew the garment slowly up over her
head.  Her firm globes bobbed impressively from the motion but came
instantly to attention, their erect nipples pointing almost threateningly
at the boy.  She tossed her negligee over her shoulder and stood proudly
before her nephew clad only in her stiletto heels.

   Felix rose up from the sofa.  His eyes grew wider than Rhonda had ever
seen.  He surveyed her breath-taking beauty from head to toe.  "aunt,
you're so...awesome."

   His aunt beamed and walked over to him.  At last, she was perhaps two
feet from her nephew.  Being several inches taller and still wearing her
heels, she looked benevolently down upon him.  "Thank-you Felix.  I
appreciate that."

   Felix's mind was exploding.  Nothing like this had ever happened in his
young life.  His senses were overloading.  He looked straight across at her
breasts, utterly in awe.  Noting this, Rhonda placed her hands upon her
hips.  She pulled her shoulders backwards ever so subtly.  No action could
have more directly focused her nephew's attention to these precious assets.

   Then suddenly, as though mesmerized and not in control of his actions,
he reached both hands out, palms up.  Ever so lightly, he placed one under
each breast, gently caressing their undersides with his fingertips while
beholding them reverently.  Rhonda remained motionless, her hands remaining
at her hips as her nephew did so.  Then suddenly, with the realization that
he was touching his own aunt's breasts, he jerked his body backwards and
looked up into her eyes.  A look of sheer agony over what he had just done
swept over his face.

   For her part, Rhonda simply smiled.  She immediately sensed his shame.
She reached her own hands out and lightly clasped his cheeks drawing his
face to within inches of her own.  "It's all right Felix," she whispered
reassuringly.  "It's all right."

   His eyes still looked on hers.  "I can't believe I did that!  I don't
know why..."

   Rhonda laughed.  "I do, they were sticking right in your face." She
paused, "You couldn't help yourself." Rhonda smiled pensively.  "But you
know, that's the first time they've been touched in a long time.  It
felt...nice!" Then, setting in motion something that was more powerful then
anything she'd ever experienced, she pulled his face to hers.  Closing her
eyes, she pressed her lips firmly to his.  She kissed him gently at first
but with increasing passion.  She could sense unequivocally that the
passion was mutual.  Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she lowered her hands
downward and while maintaining her kiss, reached out and gently took his.
She brought his hands upwards to her chest and boldly placed them, one at a
time, upon each of her large, magnificent breasts.

   Felix's mind was on fire.  The hideousness of what he was doing with his
aunt was flashed fleetingly in his brain completely pushed aside by the
awesome pleasure of the auntent.  His senses were awash with the experience
before him.  He felt his aunt's tongue ease it's way slyly into his willing
mouth.  Impulsively, he sucked on it and caressed it with his own tongue.
He kneaded the large mounds of his aunt's exquisite breasts feeling their
firm flesh come alive in his small, sweaty hands urged on by his aunt's
strong overlying hands.  He paid homage to her nipples twisting the hard
caps gently in his fingers.

   Suddenly, he felt her hands on his shoulders.  Abruptly, Felix almost
tripped as he lurched backwards propelled by his aunt's sudden push. 
Surprised, he looked up at his aunt standing before him wearing nothing
more than her stiletto pumps.  His eyes went wide as they caught those of
his aunt.

   She spoke, evenly, deliberately: "I think that it's time for you to
strip for your aunt," she said.  "I want to see your naked body."

   The steadfast look in her eyes frightened him and he began to comply as
if completely under her control.  Embarrassed, he rather clumsily pulled
off his T-shirt revealing his underdeveloped, hairless chest.  Rhonda
watched fascinated.

   Felix started to draw his gym shorts down his legs.  Quickly he stepped
out of them.  He then stood in front of his aunt, not knowing what to do
next.

   "The underwear Honey," she said pointing.

   Slowly, as though it were the most difficult thing he'd ever done, he
pulled his briefs off his youthful loins.  His penis sprang to view as hard
and as erect as he'd ever known it to get.  Exposing this most private
aspect of his physique to the attentive gaze of his aunt thrilled him in a
way he'd never imagined.  The briefs then followed his gym shorts to the
floor.  He was utterly naked before his aunt.

   Rhonda gazed at her nephew's male organ in rapt fascination.  She'd not
seen it since Felix was very young.  Now, seeing it all grown up, hard as a
rock and surrounded by an impressive crop of dark, curly hair was an
incredible sight for her.  She had to smile.  "Very nice Felix.  Your
father was quite large down there.  But I'd have to say your cock is even
bigger!" she exclaimed pointing.  At that instant, she knew that she had to
have him.

   She looked up into his eyes.  "I'm very proud of you Honey.  You're
becoming a beautiful young man!" she said with the obvious feeling of a
aunt to her nephew.

   Then she walked up to him and caressed his shoulders.  "You want me so
badly...You need me so much!" She took his hand in hers.  "What woman could
deny her nephew something he needs so terribly?" she whispered lovingly. 
Gracefully, she led him slowly up the stairway.  Felix, in a captivated
daze, followed her blindly his marvelously erect penis bouncing as he
walked.

   Rhonda took the almost ashen young boy into her bedroom.  She walked
over to the bed and, sprawled out languidly on her back, her thighs parted
slightly, her shoes remaining on her feet.  She raised up her arms and
beckoned her nephew.  The sight of her glorious body awaiting him on the
bed thrilled him.  Was this the end that he'd wanted all along?  To make
love to his own aunt?  To fuck her maternal cunt with his own burgeoning
tool?  Her powerful breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath she took.
The lovely globes invited him to touch and fondle them.  His aunt's flesh
quivered imploring him to make her splendid body his own.

   He felt weak, almost nauseous with excitement.  At last, he approached
her.  She looked up adoringly at her young nephew who she was about to turn
into a man.  Gently, tentatively, he drew up on top of her.  The slender
boy mounted the stunning work of masterpiece that was his aunt's body.  Any
man would kill for the opportunity to reside between her firm, strong
thighs as he himself was at this auntent.  His penis was on fire as it
brushed lightly over the side of her leg and for a fleeting instant,
against the moist, swollen lips of her cunt.

   Rhonda reached forward and clasped the hard, hot organ respectfully with
her hand.  To feel the essence of her nephew's manhood throbbing in her
fingers astonished her and filling her with wonder.  She looked up at her
nephew looming overhead.  She smiled and slowly, carefully guided his cock
into her awaiting cunt.  At first, the tip of his glans pushed lightly
between her labia.  A thin, sticky sheen of pre-cum lubricated his flesh as
she worked it into her cunt.  She gasped auntentarily at the sensation of a
man penetrating her pussy having not experienced it for so long.

   Felix closed his eyes.  His mind was on fire as he felt the psychic
agony of penetrating his own aunt.  He knew how utterly wrong it was but
his body urged him on remorselessly.  The sheer pleasure was too much to
overcome.  Instinctively, he weighted his pelvis driving his cock into her
bit by bit, inch by inch.  It had never seemed harder to him.  It was as
though she'd turned him into iron.  The pleasure was incredible.

   He opened his eyes and looked down at her.  Rhonda's expression of rapt
ecstasy as he drove into her was not lost on the boy.  He marveled at the
intense pleasure his cock was rendering to his aunt.  It made him feel
powerful and potent and good.  He felt his body fall into a gently rhythm
as he began thrusting deep into her.  And then, harder and harder he
pumped. He felt her own willing loins thrusting in perfect synchrony.

   Rhonda began moaning, softly at first and then louder.  She was almost
in tears of grateful pleasure when at last she began panting.  Her body
jerked dramatically at the intense feelings her nephew was eliciting.  Her
eyes went glassy.  At least she screamed in agonizing rapture.  Her
paroxysm spread to Felix who felt a searing heat blast through his loins
and propagate throughout his body.  He pounded his big cock into her over
and over grunting uncontrollably.  At last, he exploded.  He could feel his
cock pumping semen into his aunt, again and again.  His aunt's thrusts
became violent, wracking her body and then, for the two lovers...release.
Felix collapsed on his aunt as they both came.  His head fell to her
breasts.  A hard, erect nipple pushed into his mouth.  Instinctively, as he
must have so many years ago, he licked it and sucked it deriving strength
from the symbolism that issued from it.

   For Rhonda, her orgasm, the most powerful one she'd ever experienced was
followed by a wonderful calm such as she hadn't felt in years.  She was
radiant as she looked up at the ceiling cradling her nephew's head at her
bare breast.  A smile came to her lips as he sucked.  At last, he fell
blissfully asleep in her arms.  'What a loving nephew,' she thought.  'And
what a wonderful cock he has!" At that, she kicked off her stiletto pumps
and promptly joined him in sleep.



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