Clifton Snyder - Auntie Marilyn

Ronnie knew however that she must be madly frustrated, he knew that she hadn't had a boyfriend in a long, long time and now, realizing that she had virtually been a peeping tom with the children, convinced him even more than she was ripe to be fucked. The only problem is, he thought to himself, how can I do it!

Later on that day, after school, young Peter Goodge and his friend Seth Roberts were hanging out at Seth's house, talking about their mishap the previous day.

"So was your dad hopping mad?"

"Not really, he just told me that I was a little young for such things and that I should watch my step from now on, he was kind of embarrassed if you know what I mean and didn't really want to talk about it anymore."

"Did he say anything else about your aunt?"

"No not really, only one thing did puzzle me, after Dad made the remark. Do you realize that my aunt must have been watching us for quite a while before she came in because she told my dad I was sucking Jenny's tits, now you know we heard her cough and Jenny shoved her sweater down, so her tits weren't even exposed when Aunt Marilyn came into the room."

The two boys looked at each other, their eyes widening with excitement.

"You realize what that means, don't you Seth," young Peter Goodge grinned lewdly.

"No…" puzzled the other boy.

"It means that Aunt Marilyn was watching us through the crack in the door because she's frustrated. She hasn't had a man in a long, long time and I think she's horny."

"What!" exclaimed Seth.

"That's right and what's more I'm going to find out if it's true."

"What do you mean Peter?"

"Well… I want to lose my virginity, you've already fucked your sister and your cousin, how about if I get to fuck my aunt."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope, I'm not… I've thought about it all day long, I'm going to go to my aunt sort of tearful like, then I'm going to ask her to explain the facts of life to me, tell her I don't really know about girls or anything and that my dad is too embarrassed to talk to me about it. Make her feel sorry for me, not having a mother and all. I've got something else too that will loosen her up a bit."

"What?"

"Some hashish."

"She'll never smoke it, she's too uptight."

"I know, but I talked with Jenny at school today, her mother is at work all day long and tomorrow Jenny said she would bake me some brownies. I'm going to give her some hash for the brownies and then I'll give one or two to my aunt, tell her they are Boy Scout cookies or something!"

"Oh boy, do you think she'll go for it?"

"She won't know what's hit her, she'll eat the brownies, then I'll start talking to her about sex, she'll start getting all worked up, because I'm telling you she's really horny and then hopefully after that everything will be a cinch."

"How nice of you to come and see me," Marilyn Goodge said a little nervously to her nephew Peter. She was still embarrassed from the sexual encounter she had witnessed with young Jenny Phillips and didn't know quite how to act around her attractive young nephew. It was almost as if she were seeing him for the first time, she had only thought of him as a little boy, but now, having seen him suck Jenny's nipples so expertly she was beginning to see him in another light.

"I brought you a little present too Auntie," Peter smiled, thinking lewdly of all the things he wanted to do to his aunt once he got her stoned and loosened up. He knew all about what a guy did to fuck, he had just never done it yet and he was anxious to try it.

"What do you have Peter," Marilyn asked curiously.

"A few brownies. They're from the Boy Scout bake sale. I thought you might like one with your tea."

"How thoughtful of you Peter, I'll put the kettle on."

Half an hour later, having consumed at least three brownies and drunk two cups of tea, Marilyn Goodge was relaxing in the living room of her own house.

"It really was nice of you to come and see me Peter, it's kind of like old times, isn't it."

"Yes Auntie," the young boy said quietly, "only there is something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh really Peter, what is it."

"Well… I don't know quite how to say it, but not having a mother has made things a bit difficult for me."

"Oh I know Peter, I know," the older woman said sympathetically, laying her hand on her young nephew's thigh in a motherly sort of way.

Marilyn wasn't quite sure what was happening to her but for the past few moments she had begun to feel sort of different, it was almost as if she had had a few drinks but not quite, it was a different sort of feeling, one that she couldn't quite identify. Suddenly however, she noticed how everything had taken on a kind of surreal quality, and young Peter was beginning to blur in her consciousness into pictures of her dead husband and then his father and then back to his boy-face again. I wonder what's going on with me, she puzzled. Then she shot her attention back to her nephew, he seemed to be staring at her intently as if he were expecting something from her. Then she realized that he was waiting for her to say something.

"Oh, I'm sorry Peter, I don't know what came over me," the older woman confessed, running her hand over her brow in an effect to calm herself. "What was it you wanted me to help you with?"

"Well I'm sort of embarrassed, but you know Auntie, I don't know anything about… well, you know… men and woman, sex and all that, how babies are born. I mean I don't know anything about it," the boy finished lamely.

Marilyn Goodge took a deep breath, she was a little shocked and embarrassed at her nephew's question but not as much as she thought she would be, after all she was only doing what his mother would have done if she had been there at that moment. What she didn't know, however, was how to put it in terms the boy could understand. She wasn't prepared though for his next remark.

"What I really want to know Auntie, is how men and women do it."

Marilyn Goodge gulped, she could hardly believe that her young nephew was asking her such an outlandish question, how on earth could she answer him!!!

"What I mean Auntie, is, what is the difference between boys and girls, you know, down there…"

The young widow drew in her breath, "Well Peter," she said slowly, "the man has a penis and the woman has a vagina… that is an opening. Now in the act of sexual intercourse the male's penis is inserted into the female's vagina. The male ejaculates and if the female happens to be ovulating at the time and the sperm unites with one of the eggs, that will cause…"

"Oh," the boy said looking very puzzled. "Then what is it when boys and girls play with each other, you know, play with a girl's tits and all that kind of stuff that the boys talk about at school."

"Peter, I really don't know how to answer you, this is very difficult for me."

"Well Auntie, what I really want to know is how do people fuck."

Marilyn Goodge was stunned, she could hardly believe her ears, was this her eleven year old nephew talking to her this way… it couldn't be… it just couldn't be. And, she still felt so strange, what was wrong with her, even Peter's face seemed to be coming in and out of focus.

Peter Goodge was elated, he knew that his aunt was stoned out of her gourd, even though she didn't know it, he could tell. He could see that he was really arousing her also, he could tell by the way her hands were fidgeting up and down her sweater. She seemed to have a far-away look on her face too, and her lips were moving almost as if she were talking to herself. He noticed now how her tongue began to dart nervously out of her mouth and to lap around her lips sensually. Suddenly the young boy knew that he had to be very daring, his aunt was in an altered state of consciousness and it was time for him to make his move. With a trembling hand, he reached up toward one of his aunt's swollen breasts.