Clifton Snyder - Auntie Marilyn

Marilyn Goodge studied herself carefully in the mirror. "Am I getting old," she mused as she stroked her face, studying her high cheekbones with the close scrutiny that only a very beautiful woman could do. She was still a knock-out and she knew it, it was just that earlier on that day she had witnessed something which had shocked her profoundly and had caused her, for the first time, to wonder if she was getting old.

The voluptuous 35 year old woman had just stepped out of the tub and having toweled her body vigorously she had caused her ruby red nipples to spring to immediate hardness. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them lovingly, feeling a surge of sexual pleasure erupt in her body. Marilyn knew that she was horny, it wasn't easy being a beautiful widow with very high standards, none of the men in her immediate social circle really appealed to her, that was with the exception of Ronnie Goodge but then he was her dead husband's brother and it just wasn't done to have an affair with such a close family member.

She had noticed of late that her attention was being drawn more and more to very young boys, in fact it was that very thing that had upset her so much earlier on in the day.

The young widow had stopped by her brother-in-law's house to drop off a birthday gift for him. She hadn't bothered to knock on the door and had quietly entered the kitchen, only to realize that there was someone in the house. At first she thought it was her eleven year old nephew Peter and she hadn't thought anything of it, then she had heard other voices and she had just presumed that it was a couple of Peter's friends. But then, she heard a strange moaning that had caused her to stop dead in her tracks, it wasn't an ordinary moan, in fact she knew immediately what kind of a moan it was… she might not have made love for a long, long time but she knew a sexual cry when she beard it!

Whatever could be going on in the house, she had wondered and quietly moving through the house she made her way to the den where the sounds seemed to be coming from. The door was slightly ajar and peeping through the crack in the door, Marilyn saw, much to her horror her nephew Peter with his friend Seth Roberts hovering over Emmy Phillips' girl Jenny… the only problem was that Jenny's sweater was up and she was not wearing a bra. The boys were cupping the girl's swollen, nipple-peaked mounds eagerly, tweaking and teasing the nipples and causing the young girl to writhe and squirm in her seat.

Marilyn could hardly believe her eyes, Peter was only eleven and so was his friend Seth and Jenny Phillips wasn't more than thirteen years old. She had no idea that kids of that age did things like that. Then she gasped inwardly as her nephew leaned over the young girl and started to suck one of her swollen rigid nipples up into his eager mouth.

"Oooooooooh!" the young blonde girl moaned, her eyes almost popping out of her head as the boy licked hungrily at the tingling little bud as Seth continued to massage the other nakedly upthrust mound.

"When are you going to let us look at your pussy, Jenny," Peter urged.

"Another time," purred the young girl seductively, licking her lips sensually as the boys continued to play with her tits.

"How about now?" Seth grinned lewdly, giving her breast an extra hard tweak.

Suddenly Marilyn could bear it no longer and she coughed loudly, causing the young girl to thrust down her sweater quickly just before the older woman entered the den.

"What's going on here Peter," she inquired, looking earnestly into the guilt-stricken faces of the young children.

"Oh Aunt Marilyn, what a surprise," blushed Peter, looking down quickly at his shoes.

"I said, what's going on here," Marilyn said again firmly.

"Nothing, we were just trying to get Jenny to go to the park with us," lied Seth Roberts.

"I see, well, why don't you run along Peter… and when Daddy gets home, tell him I left a gift for his birthday. Oh, and also, tell him to call me."

Marilyn Goodge left the house quickly, she was in a quandary, should she tell her brother-in-law what she had seen at the house, or not… she really didn't know what to do… it was so embarrassing.

"Marilyn, are you serious," Ronnie Goodge exploded on the other end of the telephone later that evening, "you saw what?"

"I saw your son Peter sucking Jenny Phillips' breasts, I'm telling you… don't you believe me, Ronnie?"

"I'm sorry Marilyn, to sound so disbelieving, it's just difficult to imagine young Peter doing such a thing, he's just a kid."

"That's what I thought Ronnie, but both he and his friend Seth were playing with the Phillips' girl, I thought you should know."

"Thanks Marilyn, I'll have a talk with Peter and oh, by the way, thanks for the birthday present, you're really sweet."

"Goodnight then Ronnie, be gentle with Peter, he really is just a child."

Marilyn Goodge hung up the telephone and moving over to the drinks cabinet she poured herself a stiff drink. She had been more than embarrassed to talk of such a thing with her handsome brother-in-law, especially as she always felt such a sexual undercurrent from him… still, she had to do her duty, it was only right and proper.

The older woman had just taken a bath and was now feeling quite relaxed, the drinks adding to her relaxation. She sank into the chair and picked up a book, pulling her bathrobe tightly around her voluptuous body. She looked like an old fashioned miniature at that moment, her black curly hair piled up on the top of her head like a Gibson girl, her cornflower blue eyes gazing into the distance, totally lost in thought. She sipped her second drink a little more slowly, feeling her nipples hardening against the fuzzy material of her bathrobe. Marilyn always felt embarrassed when her body spoke to her this way, it was almost as if it was telling her that it was hungry to be touched and caressed… yet, what could she do… she couldn't go out and solicit a man, she just wasn't that kind of a woman.

Marilyn had been widowed a couple of years now and during that time she had had one brief affair with a doctor, but since that time no man had entered her life. For a long time, it didn't bother her but she had noticed over the past few months that she was feeling hornier and hornier, it didn't take very much to make her body flare up in a passionate need that demanded satisfaction immediately. She sighed languidly now, leaning back on the couch, allowing her robe to fall slightly open to reveal the swollen mounds of her breasts and the rose-tipped nipples nestled on the top of them.

Marilyn gazed down at her body, allowing the robe to fall open enough to reveal her smooth belly and the provocative valley down between her parted thighs. She sucked in her breath now as she felt her flesh beginning to tingle with the wanton desire that she had been fighting for the past few months and almost unconsciously she trailed her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, slipping her fingers inside her robe and flicking them lightly over the pertly swollen buds of her nipples.

The beautiful widow sighed as she began to gently massage her breasts, then still without thinking of what she was doing she allowed her hand to trail down her smooth satin belly to the steadily pulsating mound of her pussy and to come into alarming contact with the little bud of her clitoris.

Suddenly the lust-contorted face of young Jenny Phillips sprang up in front of her and she knew now why it had disturbed her so much to see the boys playing with the young girl… it was her own desire that she had seen mirrored in the girl's face.

Beside herself now, not thinking of what she was actually doing, Marilyn tweaked harder and harder over the urgently pulsing little clitoral bud. She moaned softly at the titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins at the teasing contact of her finger on the ripe little bud, her buttocks undulating sensuously as she reached both hands lower to part the black-fringed lips of her cunt. More strained whimpers issued from her throat as her fingers spread the smoothly flowing cuntal moisture up and down the lust-tortured slit, and she could feel the fluttering in her stomach from her growing desire as she further intensified the lewd stroking on her pulsating clitoris.