Ron Taylor - Naughty aunt Susan

Aunt Susan dolled up was even better than I'd hoped for. Her hair was treated with a chestnutty rinse, so that it matched the darker curls on her pubes, and the color went well with her pale skin. I put it up for her, with ringlets hanging down in sensuous curls on her cheeks, and, with the stunning makeup job I did on her face, she looked incredible, like a different person. She was glamorous and quite provocative – she'd never be a beauty, in the everyday sense, but her new look was striking, but striking faces jump out of any crowd.

She was aghast to see the party dress I'd brought her from town, but she put it on anyway, and I couldn't tear her away from the mirror. It was a beige tone, low in front and almost backless, held up with thin straps, and its long skirt clung to her long legs. The skirt fit well enough that the outlines of her garters could be seen, not to mention the absence of a panty impression. All she wore underneath her new dress were pale violet stockings held up by lacy ribbon garters and a few dabs of perfume in strategic places. The bodice was clingy, too, and it showed off her apple-sized tits and the smooth separation between them. In a very short time she learned to love herself in it.

Lee liked it, too. When she came out to meet him that evening, he stood up and there was wonderment in his eyes. He hadn't been expecting this from Aunt Susan, and he wouldn't have gotten it if it hadn't been for my insistence. She seemed fifteen years younger as she went out the door with him, holding his arm because I'd made her leave off her glasses for the night and she was blind as a bat without them. So much the better. It gave her eyes a faraway look that always caught men where they lived.

I waited up for them, sitting in the dark at the top of the stairs, and they didn't come in till well after three. Aunt Susan's laughter echoed before she got the front door open and she stumbled as she came inside. Her cheeks were flushed and she acted half-stoned. Lee caught her elbow and she eased back against him in a totally natural gesture.

"That was some evening," she sighed. "I'm sorry it's over. Don't go yet. Stay and have a last drink. Okay?"

"You don't need any more, do you, Sue?" he smiled, and she flushed prettily.

"I don't think so," she confessed. "You sit down and I'll try to find the bar."

She brought a tail drink for him and a Coke for herself, and she joined him on the sofa. Aunt Sue was still tense, in spite of the practice and preparation I'd given her, and there was at least a six-inch gap between their hips on the couch.

"I must have been terribly funny," she said, suddenly serious. "I drank too much and I talked too much. Your friends are probably laughing at me right now."

Lee put down his drink and slid closer, his hip brushing hers. "Of course they're not," he assured her. "In fact, Dave and Gwen both told me that I'd not be welcome in the future unless I brought you along with me. They liked you. Everyone liked you. Lord, Susan, I was afraid you'd sit in a corner all night, but…"

She interrupted him with a wave of her hand. "Lee, do you like the way I look tonight?"

"I think you're beautiful. You take my breath away, Sue. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time. You're a butterfly who's finally come out of the cocoon, and what a lovely unveiling! I'm glad you decided to be a woman. I've been hoping for a long time that you would."

"Really?" she said sadly. "I didn't think you cared."

His reply was to bring his face to hers and plant a kiss smack upon her startled lips. From my perch atop the stairs I could see the whole thing, and my clitty throbbed when Lee's mouth touched hers. God, I prayed, give her courage! She could still get cold feet and blow the whole deal.

Aunt Susan twitched as the kiss endured, and I thought she was going to, writhe away from him, but she didn't. Instead – God love her! She picked up one of his hands and guided it to her left breast. I could see the indecision in her body movements, and I sighed when she fitted his palm around her firm boob.

Lee took over as soon as he'd been positioned. His hand began to squeeze and cup, and Aunt Susan started to bob with his variations in pressure. It wasn't a big breast, not like mine or Belinda's, but it was a titty made for perfect adherence to the palm of a hand and finally it was getting the use for which it had been designed.

They kissed so long I thought Aunt Susan would turn blue and faint, but she didn't. Her face was red when Lee's lips slid away, but she was smiling, too. "Thank you," she said.

"Don't thank me," he shrugged. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time. Tonight seemed to be just right."

"Do you like me?" she asked. "Really like me?" He nodded, sincerity evident on his face. "Then Lee will you take me to bed? Now? And love me?"

"What if we wake Pam?" he asked.

"She's spending the night in town, with some friends," Aunt Susan said, and that's where I'd told her I would be. "So [missing text]."

"So I'd be honored," he replied, "and delighted, too."

Hot damn! I thought in glee as he took her hand and led her around the foot of the stairs towards her bedroom. It was all I could do to keep from running down right now to follow the course of the action. But that would have been too hasty. I was going to watch – of course I was but I had to be careful.

The bedroom door was open and I slunk into the shadowy hall to watch Aunt Susan kissing Lee with her mouth open while she unbuttoned his shirt and unbelted his trousers. Good girl! I cheered silently. Keep on, now!

When he was bare to the waist, she knelt before him and helped him out of his trousers. Lips set she took hold of his shorts and pulled them down slowly, just far enough to let his cock flop free. His tool was beautiful, but I wondered if it might not be just a bit too big for Aunt Susan. After all, her hole had been dry for ten years. Well, feast or famine!

She took his prick in her hands, and I could see her fingers tremble. It must have been, for Lee, similar to getting a vibrator treatment. His cock began to harden in her loose grip and it erected rapidly towards her pale face. Aunt Susan jerked back and let go of it, but his cock kept on stiffening even without her assistance. Big, I thought. A real pussy-stretcher.

"Sue," he told her, and he pulled her upright. She didn't resist when he slid the shoulder straps of her dress down, but she didn't move either, and that was a bad sign, I feared. Lee worked the party gown to her waist and then bent in to kiss and mouth the cherry red tips of her little titties. She moved then, cradling his head in her arms, but there was panic in her face.

Don't chicken out now, Aunt Susan! I radioed to her mind. It's what you've wanted. Take it, for God's sake!

He got her undressed, and his eyes widened at the sight of her slim, well-shaped nudity, and he put her on the bed, joining her as soon as he'd gotten his shorts off, and he rolled against her. Their bodies touched and broke away and then touched again, and he put his leg between Aunt Susan's, that big rod sticking up from his groin like a red tomahawk. Why didn't she touch it? Why didn't she grab his prick in her hands and start playing with it? He was doing nice things with his mouth, to her face and her tits and her shoulders and her tummy. Reciprocate!

Naked, Lee was even more attractive then I'd found him before. He had the build of a pro running back and, if his head was just a bit hairier than I go for, it wouldn't be that important in the long run. I almost wished it was me on the bed with him. I'd know what to do. I wouldn't lie there like a stick while he fondled and kissed me. I'd be grabbing his cock and angling my head towards it, making sucking, gobbling noises all the while. But Aunt Susan wasn't me, I'm afraid, and she wasn't responding well at all.