Fred Richard - Bawdy-House Mother

It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven.

Her breasts showed fair and firm in the long mirror; coral tipped and slightly aquiver in their nudity. The taper of her waist flared gently into the span of her hips where the thick patch of brown curly hair made an almost perfect triangle on her belly. Her thighs, so exquisitely turned, gave way to dimpled knees and curving calf's, to slender ankles and well-molded feet.

Conchi was a pretty picture indeed. Light brown hair fell to her shoulders where its softness curled inward to frame dark brown eyes and sensual lips-lips that were pleasingly red without the aid of lipstick.

A birthmark, shaped like a small aspen leaf, marked the creamy skin on her left hip. And if that could be called a flaw it was the only one on Conchi's body.

Conchi leaned closer to the mirror as she examined the flesh on her cheeks. She could see that Keith's "medicine" was helping to keep them pink and fresh. Today she would have another of her special kind. She would never grow old as long as she could get the kind of tonic that Keith gave her.

No one seeing her now, so nude, so vibrant, so shameless, would ever guess that she was in fact fifty-an age when the mildew of frustration, worry, and regret keeps most women far away from sex.

But not Conchi! She would not be turned aside from her own special kind of "sex." Not even because she had never fully realized the real thing. Conchi was a virgin intactus! An erotic mystery to the few who knew about her chastity.

When the self-inspection of her goodies was completed Conchi slipped into a filmy black net bra-and-pantie set. She topped the set with a black flowing gown that concealed nothing beneath it, for on these special mornings she wanted it that way.

In the living room of her superb apartment she pulled the drapes so the world outside could not be seen. After switching on the two lamps by the divan she pushed a tape into the stereo and the throaty chansons of a French singer breathed sound into the room.

Conchi hummed to herself as she unlocked the cabinet where she kept her special photos. There were twelve prints in all; each one a black-and-white enlargement of herself. They had been taken ten years before by a photographer who would remember the assignment until the day he died. She carried the photos to the glass-topped table in front of the divan and placed them there.

The door chime announced her caller and Conchi hurried to the door.

"Keith," she cried happily. "Do come in."

Conchi kissed her nephew on the cheek before leading him to the bar where she poured a Coke for him. "You are on time and I am ready."

"That's nice," he said as he took the drink.

"Are you ready, dear?" Conchi asked.

Keith Broys sipped at his drink and looked at his aunt. "It's going to be different this morning, auntie. I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you like a madman."

"Oh no you are not!" Conchi said. "I'm your aunt-your aunt! Besides it would not be right."

Keith's eyes seemed to bore deeply into the valley between his aunt's firm breasts before he looked her in the eyes and said, "The hell it wouldn't. Some man should fuck you and I'm the one who's going to."

Conchi laughed. "No man shall ever do that to me."

"No?" Keith said. "Just looking at you gives me a hard on."

Conchi smiled now. "That is my baby, Keith."

"You'll get your baby where it should go- right into that cunt of yours."

"Remember our agreement, Keith? You promised not to talk about intercourse."

"Let's do it then." Keith carried his drink to the divan and sat down. "Damn it, auntie, the more I do this for you the more I want to fuck you."

Conchi took a small glass and a bottle of Spanish brandy from the back bar. She walked to the divan and said, "Get up, Keith. Go into the bedroom and strip."

Keith finished his drink and placed the glass on the table. "What's the hurry?" he asked.

"I have a graduate seminar at one-thirty."

"Screw the seminar," Keith said as he got up.

"Such language, Keith! Shame on you."

Without a word in reply Keith went to the bedroom.

Conchi placed the glass and brandy on the table and "sat down on the divan. Listening to the soft music she thought about her nephew.

Keith Broys was only eighteen years old. A small guy weighing a mere 130 pounds. Like his aunt he had brown hair which he kept trimmed well enough to please a barber. His brown eyes always looked directly at the person he spoke to. He was attractive, well-dressed, and popular. And as a freshman at the university he kept up his studies with the best students. But he had the biggest hang-up ever: Girls!

But Keith was too shy to ever bring himself to go beyond the stage of mere socializing with them. Yet he had an enormous desire to put his large cock into some girl's cunt.

Thus he concentrated on his aunt, trying to break her stout resistance so he could at last use his cock in a way other than by jerking it off.

Conchi poured herself a little of the excellent brandy and sat back holding the glass cupped in her hand. "Keith?" she called.

"Okay, auntie," Keith said. "Be with you in a minute."

Conchi sipped the brandy and puzzled the fact that her nephew's naked body had never aroused her sexually. It was strange, because no man's body had ever made her sexually responsive. She was not a lesbian-nor a masturbator. Yet she was sensual to a high degree. But there it stopped.

"Keith?" she called, thinking that someday a man's cock might find its way into the soft folds of her cunt-but never Keith's.

"Do you want to suck it?" Keith said as he walked toward his aunt with a hard on that would have enraptured any normal woman.

"No I do not," Conchi said, laughing before she swallowed the rest of the brandy and placed the empty glass on the table.

"Let's fuck then," Keith said as he bent over his aunt and squeezed one of her firm breasts.

"No," Conchi said, slapping Keith's hand.

Keith kissed his aunt's cheek and said, "What I couldn't do!"

"Forget it, Keith; you will never get the chance."

"So?" Keith said.

"Keith, just do what you have to and give me what I pay for."

"Okay, auntie." Keith began to stroke his erect member.

"Do you want to see the photos?"

Keith picked up the prints and began looking at them. His rod, already excited, rose to greater heights as his eyes began exploring the pictures of his nude aunt. He selected one and put the others on the table.

With his right hand Keith began a slow stimulation of his prick as his left hand held the photo before his eyes. It was a picture of his nude aunt bent over so her behind was in the foreground.

Keith lowered the photo so it was touching the head of his dandy cock. "I'd even fuck you in the ass, auntie," he said as his strokes increased.

"Nasty boy," Conchi said as she watched the big cock pressed against her behind in the picture.

"Fucking's never nasty," Keith said as he ceased to jerk on his prick and placed the photo on top of the others. "I like pictures, auntie, but the real thing's better."

Conchi nodded in agreement. She stood up to take off her robe, exposing her body in the filmy see-through bra and pantie. "Do you like it, Keith?" she asked as she sat down again.

Keith was breathing faster now. His words were almost grunts of passion. "Show me! Show me! Goddam it-show me!"

Conchi slowly unfastened the bra and let her breasts hang out in all their firmness.

Keith's eyes glazed as he looked at the mounds of exciting flesh. Minutes later he cried, "More! Show me more!"