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                               AUNT RITA

I am a guy that's not yet nineteen, but last week I fucked my Aunt Rita, my
Mom's older sister.  Nobody was more surprised than me that Aunt Rita would
let me do that to her, but the thing that made it even crazier is that Mother
was right there in the same bed with us and knew about it!  We thought we were
pulling a fast one on Mother, but she was not a bit fooled, and instead of
getting pissed off she seemed to get a big kick out of it and even kidded me
about it the next day!

You see, my grandfather suddenly passed away, and relatives came from all over
the place for the funeral.  Our house was stuffed full of men and women and
kids, cousins, aunts, nephews, and cousins of cousins, and people I didn't
even know.  Hasty sleeping arrangements were made and I found myself in bed
with my mother and her elder sister, Aunt Rita.  I was on the outside and
mother was on the far side, with Aunt Rita in the middle.  I had my pajamas on
and the two ladies were wearing full length nightgowns.

Now, I did not know my aunt very well, but I liked her okay.  I had not seen
her since I was a little boy because she lived in another state with her
husband and kids.  She seemed to be a very proper and stiff-necked woman, the
kind who would not say shit if she had a mouthful.  But at the same time she
was nice and friendly and smiled a lot.  She is now forty-one and a bit on the
plump side with full arms and big tits, nice big legs and broad wiggly rear
end.  She is just the kind of lady you can't imagine letting someone fuck her,
not even her old man.  But something damn sure made her horny that night, and
she was horny before I ever touched her too...

Anyway, there we were in bed, the three of us.  We had been there for about
fifteen minutes and I was still wide awake.  Nobody was saying anything and
the house was so quiet I could dimmly hear the refrigerator humming softly
down in the kitchen.  The leg of my pajamas was twisted, so I reached down to
tug it straight and touched some smooth flesh at the same time.  I instantly
pulled my hand back, a little thrill running through me.

That was Aunt Rita's bare leg, and I knew it!

But she never moved a muscle.  I know that she would have thought I had done
it deliberatly, too, if she was awake.  After a few long seconds I gingerly
reached down and touched her leg again, realizing that her nightgown had
somehow become pulled far up her lower body.  More thrill ran through me as I
felt her creamy skin.  I knew she was awake when she put her hand on mine and
gave it a gentle squeeze, then took her own hand away, leaving mine there. I
was astonished!  She was giving me her silent permission to continue.

My very proper and stiff-necked aunt wanted to be naughty.

Carefully, I slid my hand up her milky thigh, pulling her nightgown up with
it.  She never lifted a finger to stop me.  I never dreamed that Aunt Rita had
such nice legs!  They looked good, and I was learning that they felt just as
good as they looked, too.  I was still in a mild state of shock that she was
letting me do that to her.  I was further astonished to discover she was not
wearing any panties under her nightgown.

I have no idea what turned that woman on that night, but her pussy was already
soaked.  I felt her put her head over against mine in the darkness. She was
feeling romantic as well as horny, and enjoyed being close while I touched and
fondled her.  Man, I could not believe it!  This was my aunt! This was my
mother's older sister!  It was almost the same as playing with Mother's pussy.
The moment I touched it she parted her big thighs a couple of inches more to
let me get at it easier, yet not far enough to let Mother suspect what was
going on.

I was slowly and carefully moving my hand all over her smooth belly, over her
buxom naked hips, up and down her velvety thighs, returning to her cunt again
and again to play in the thick silken hair, carefully rubbing the swollen
lips, petting the crack, easing my fingers into the wet warm hole, sliding
further down into her furry crotch to feel the cheeks of her ass and the deep
cleft between them.  God, that woman felt nice!  I never dreamed that she fel
like that under her cloths.  I wanted to lie there and feel and finger fuck
Aunt Rita for the rest of the night.  And Aunt Rita liked it too. I could hear
that her breathing had quickened to little panting breaths, and every so often
she'd shiver.  I wondered briefly what Uncle John would think if he knew what
I was doing to his loving spouse.  He would shit up his back, I know.

Hey, the whole clan would shit straight up if they knew.  My whole family is
that same type of real proper and stiff-necked folk who don't approve of a
woman being unfaithful to her husband.  Certainly not with a blood relative!

Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, and turned toward me, her arms
slipping around my neck, her plump leg draped across my hip.  She was offering
me her pussy!  Aunt Rita was asking me to take the one giant step and actually
fuck her.  She wanted to fuck!  Her face was close to mine in the darkness and
I could feel and smell her fresh clean breath sort of puffing into my nostrils
as she panted in her eagerness.  I felt her hands at my crotch groping for the
opening in my pajamas, and her warm gentle fingers lifting out my stiff,
throbbing cock.  She moved even closer to me, and my hair stood on end as I
felt my peter go sliding right up into her. Then she put her arms back around
my neck, her heel pulling at my ass.  Again I was astonished.  Aunt Rita must
have the tightest cunt in the world.  She has had four kids and Uncle John
must have fucked her thousands of times over the years of thier marriage, but
that thing had not been stretched a bit. Man, is that thing tight!  Aunt Rita
has a vagina any teenage virgin would be proud to have.

Her open mouth was suddenly crushing mine, our tongues fluttering against each
other, wriggling together as we slowly and very carefully moved to and fro.
My God, we were fucking!  I was already struggling to keep from shooting off.
But that tight pussy was performing pure magic for me. I was wondering in my
foggy way if it was possible to actually make Aunt Rita Climax.  She was hot,
and fully deserved an orgasm.  It would break her heart if I shot off and left
her behind after I had gotten her so hot and turned on. She had a big pussy
but that hole was unbelievably tight.  And on top of that it seemed to be
sucking on my peter somehow.  Everytime we moved together, her heel would
press into my ass and my cock and my cock would be pulled to the root into
her, our mounds pressing, being skinned back and causing the sensitive head to
pop out inside her.

I was trying to concentrate on walking down the street, shooting baskets, even
fist-fighting with some guy...anything to keep from squirting off too soon.
Dammit, if I had to I would go down on her and bring her off with my mouth.
But I damn sure wasn't going to cheat that wonderful lady out of her share of
pleasure.  I reached over her lush naked hip and clutched at one plump dimpled
buttock, my fingers slipping into the deep wet cleft there. My middle finger
found her puckered little asshole, and I pushed carefully, making it enter an
inch or so.

A tiny little gasp of pleasant surprise came from Aunt Rita and she was
suddenly pushing hard against me, impaling herself to the root on my peter.
Her foot was pulling harder than ever at my hips, her arms having tightened
around my neck, her face now hiding in the side of my throat. It hit me like a
sledgehammer!  She was coming, Aunt Rita was coming!

Apparently she had been teetering on the ragged edge of her orgasm and my
sticking my finger in her ass was the thing that caused her to tumble over
into her rapture.  She was really climaxing, and I could feel it!  I never
knew that a guy could feel a woman climaxing, but I damn sure felt Aunt Rita's
that night.  It was the way her vagina was pulsating around my cock. It had
been pulsating throughout our fuck, but as she was climaxing I could plainly
feel the tight walls gently squeezing and relaxing rhythmically along the
length of my shaft.  There was no way I could pump her the way she had her leg
wrapped so tightly around my lower body.  So I was doing the next best thing
by working my finger in and out of her sensitive rectum.  This was obviously
keeping her orgasm going on for her.  At last her pulsations slowed, and
finally stopped, and Aunt Rita relaxed, with a little shudder running over
her.

Then she eased back, stopping only when the head of my cock remained between
her cunt lips.  She paused, and I moved toward her once again burying the
entire length of it in her.  I pulled back once more, then shoved it forward
once again.  That was all it took for me,  my cock gave a powerful leap within
her and Aunt Rita jumped from feeling it.  Instantly her arms were like steel
bands around my neck, her face beside mine, her foot once again digging into
my ass to hold me in place.  My cock was jumpimg and jerking in her, shooting
into her warm receptive belly.  Aunt Rita knew i was cumming and she liked it
as well as I did.

But at last, it was over for me and we clung together until my dick had wilted
and slipped back out of her.  At last my Aunt moved away, her breathing having
returned to normal again.

"If the two of you are finished, then mayby you can lie still so I can get
some sleep.  I have a busy day tomorrow, you know," Mother's voice grumbled.

There was absolute silence in the room again.  Aunt Rita never said a word.  I
could feel my face flaming red hot in the darkness.  Mother Knew! She knew
what Aunt Rita and I had done.  She had been lying there wide awake all the
time.  She had heard and felt us fucking, yet had not said, or done one thing
to interrupt us.

The next day they had the funeral, and I noticed that Aunt Rita could not seem
to meet my Mother's gaze very bravely.  Then, everyone was gone, my Aunt
having given me a firm hug and a little wink just before they left.  Dad had
driven some of the others to the Greyhound terminal, and Mother and I were
alone at the house.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," Mother chided softly, her eyes dancing
impishly at me.  "She's your Aunt you know, I never heard such snuffling and
snorting as she was doing over there last night!"  She chuckled up at me.
"She's been married for over twenty-two years, and I'd bet my life that was
the very first time she's cheated on her husband."

"Then you aren't mad at me Mother?"  I said, mouth agape.

"Why would I be mad at you?" she countered smiling, "You're a normal young
man, and it was right in bed with you for the taking.  That thing

between you legs doesn't care if she's your Aunt.  I'm just surprised at Rita,
she's never been that kind of a person before."  She laughed softly again, and
shook her head slowly.

"And you're not going to tell on us, Mother?" I said finally.

She smiled yet again and shook her head.  "John would probably throw her out
and murder you if he knew, besides, there was no real harm done, so there's no
need for anyone to know."  She patted my cheek and turned away.  At the door
she stopped and turned.  "You must be pretty darned good at that, Honey..."
