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Pamela James


Auntie's hot lessons

CHAPTER ONE

Ruth's hands began to tremble. She felt the sticky wetness spreading down from between her thighs as the boy moaned again. There was no mistaking what he was doing.

She leaned against the wall, her legs suddenly feeling too weak to support her weight, and decided it would be best to go quietly back down the hall to her bedroom. She didn't want her young nephew to suspect she had been furtively listening outside his door.

My God, she thought, sitting on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding, what's the matter with me? Why are all these crazy thoughts filling my head? He's my sister's son!

Ruth hadn't seen her nephew since his eleventh birthday. When her sister asked if he could spend the summer with her and her daughter Peg, she had been thrilled. Ruth hat been so lonely since her husband left her for that other woman – almost a year ago. Lonely and cheated. She would never forgive him for running out on her, leaving her to care for Peg, who was now Bill's age.

At times her resentment would burn like fire in the pit of her stomach and she would start to cry and be unable to stop. But in just a short time Bill had changed all that. It was like having a man around the house again. Ruth felt years younger and more assured of herself.

But now something else was happening. Ruth didn't want to acknowledge it – even to herself. Sooner or later she would have to give in to these strange feelings, as wrong as she knew them to be, and this frightened her. Excited her too. She had never felt such excitement welling up inside her before.

She had met Bill at the station. It had only been a week ago, but it seemed like much longer. It seemed now as if she had known the boy, all his life, as if she were his mother and not an aunt who hadn't seen him in four years.

He stood on the platform, a suitcase on either side of him, looking small for his age. His blond hair was almost shoulder length. And he was one of the most handsome boys Ruth had ever seen! He looked almost angelic and a bit pale. He ran to her, smiling broadly, and they embraced.

Even then Ruth remembered feeling a certain pang in her chest as she held his face in her hands. He was so cute it made her ache! His cheeks were so soft, his body so slender. At first he had been disarmingly shy with Ruth, but now they were friends. He really liked her and this thrilled the woman.

Then several nights after his arrival, Ruth walked past his door toward her bedroom. She thought she heard him whimpering, as if in pain. She paused by his door and listened, ready to rush in and find out what was wrong.

He moaned. Then the bedsprings squeaked, as if he was slowly bouncing up and down on the mattress. She heard the rustling of sheets. She pressed her ear against his door, her heart beating faster. He groaned and it sounded like he'd thrown the sheets off his body. She heard the sound of… her knees were suddenly weak. Could it be? she wondered.

It was difficult, to hear clearly. She wanted to smile, after all he was only a boy, but then she heard him whispering her name.

"Aunt Ruth… touch me there… mmmmm… stroke it."

The sound of his fist running up and down over his hard cock was now unmistakable. Now she knew he was masturbating, and thinking of her while he was jerking off. Ruth felt the overwhelming tingling sensation in her cunt. She wanted to reach under her summer dress and cum herself.

She wasn't amused or embarrassed or shocked by the boy's pants and grunts. She was aroused. More excited than she had ever been before. She thought she would collapse.

She wanted to throw open the door and leap into bed with Bill, feel his slim young buttocks, comb her fingers through his pubic hairs, feel the thickness of his hard cock. She wondered just how big his cock was. His jeans and cut-offs were so tight there always seemed to be an exciting bulge at his crotch.

She reached under her skirt and slipped her hand inside her moist panties.

"Suck me, Aunt Ruth… make me feel so good… lick my prick until I cum in your mouth… fuck me… fuck me… God… ohhhh God!"

Sweat ran down her face as she staffed finger fucking her oozing cunt. She tweaked her burgeoning clitoris until she came, falling down to her knees and stifling a cry of pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy.

Yes! She wanted to do all those things to him! She wanted to feel his cock slamming into her cunt. She wanted to taste his boyish member. But she held herself back. She pulled her fingers, now coated with her fragrant juices, out of her vagina and got weakly to her feet, feeling ashamed of herself now that her climax had passed.

She heard the boy yelp and the sound of his fist pounding his stiff cock became more liquid as he ejaculated. Ruth had gone back to her bedroom, just as she had tonight and the night before and the night before that. She had masturbated in bed for hours, cumming again and again, imagining what Bill looked like naked, his pale young body pressing excitedly against hers.

She never thought he could be like that – thinking of her in the same way she was thinking of him.

"This can't go on," Ruth said aloud, glancing out her bedroom window. It was almost midnight. The quiet was almost eerie. The beginning of June and already it felt like mid-August, hot and sticky. "What'll I do when Peg gets here?"

Her daughter was spending two weeks in California with friends. She would be back in another week. She, too, hadn't seen Bill since his eleventh birthday.

"How can I keep my feelings for Bill a secret from her?" Ruth wondered. She felt fidgety. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. And she couldn't take another night of lying in bed, fingering herself until she came, while Bill lay in his own bed down the hall.

Ruth stood up. It's going to happen sooner or later, she thought, the exhilarating feeling overwhelming her entire body. Her nipples pressed against the flimsy see-through fabric of her nightie, exciting her even further.

She walked back to Bill's door and listened. He was moaning. Very softly. Ruth could just about hear him. Now was the time for her to act…

She knocked on his door and the moaning stopped.

"Bill," she whispered. She cleared her throat and called out louder: "Bill? Are you alright?"

She opened his door and peered inside. Moonlight filtered through the window next to his bed, casting ghostly light over him. He was under the sheets. Ruth walked to the foot of his bed. Bill sat up, a startled look on his face.

She sat on the edges of his bed and impulsively ran her fingers through his long blond hair, now dampened with his sweat. "I thought I heard you… it sounded like you weren't feeling well," she said, her voice hoarse with mounting emotion. She could feel herself starting to tremble again. Keep calm, she told herself. Don't frighten the boy. He trusts you.

"I-I'm fine, Aunt Ruth. You-you must have heard something else," he stammered nervously. She could see the guilty look in his blue eyes.

She caressed his cheek, his neck. "You feel warm…" Her hand went inside his pajama top. The flat of her palm rubbed gently over his chest. "You're sweating. Here, take this off. You can't sleep with wet pajamas. You'll catch cold."

"No, Aunt Ruth, it's-it's okay. Really…" His voice faded as she pulled down the covers to his lap and began unbuttoning his pajama top.

"You must have had a bad dream," she said soothingly, pulling off the damp top.

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