Chapter 3
For the next few days Timmy was in a daze. All he could think of was how it had felt to have his finger up Sally's pussy.
When he'd gotten home from the movies that afternoon, he discovered that his finger still carried the odor of the hot pit he'd explored. And with that funky odor in his nostrils, Timmy spent the evening jerking off.
Even though he didn't wash that funky finger, the smell of cunt juice disappeared after a few days.
Also, Timmy had been thinking so much about Sally's pussy that he couldn't be sure if his memory was accurate. Had her twat really clamped down on his massaging finger? Or had his imagination supplied that detail?
One thing was sure. Timmy would have to get at Sally's cunt again.
But when he called her she said she would be very busy for the next few weeks. Maybe they would run into each other in the movies, she said.
Timmy was terribly disappointed. But hearing her voice made him so excited that he had to jerk off immediately after hanging up the phone.
After the excitement of watching his parents fucking and then finger fucking Sally, Timmy seemed to be right where he started.
He was desperate to feel another twat hugging his finger. He hungered for another set of tits to fondle. And he hoped so desperately to have his dream come true that he thought of nothing else.
"Guess what?" his mother said one day when Timmy came home.
Timmy had no idea what she was going to say. "Aunt Beth is coming to stay with us for a while," Joan said. "She just split up with Jim, her second husband."
Timmy hardly remembered his Aunt Beth. He hadn't seen her for years. But, as he thought about her, he vaguely remembered her as being slightly kooky.
But the thought that another female was joining his world was encouraging. Who knows? Maybe Timmy would get a chance to peek at her naked or something.
Having his aunt coming didn't occupy Timmy's mind for long, though. Thoughts of cunts and tits almost made the boy forget about his aunt.
So when he came home from a day's ball playing and found an unfamiliar car in the driveway, he didn't know what to expect.
"This is your Aunt Beth," Joan said to her son as he entered the house. "You remember her, don't you?"
Timmy was struck dumb. He sure didn't remember Aunt Beth in the way she struck him now. It was only when Beth giggled that Timmy realized that he'd been standing there with his mouth hanging open.
He managed to pull himself together.
"Hi, Aunt Beth," he said finally.
"Gee, Timmy," Beth said. "You've grown up, haven't you?"
But Timmy didn't reply. He was too busy looking at the fantastic sight of his aunt.
How could he have forgotten a pair of tits like hers? he wondered.
Beth's boobs were huge. And they stood out on her chest like bumpers. In the tight blouse she wore, Beth's big jugs were shown off to their best advantage.
When the woman took a few steps toward Timmy, he saw her tits heave with their shimmering weight. Her nipples could be seen impressing their shape on the shiny, blue fabric of her blouse.
Beth wore her blond hair long. It cascaded down each side of her pretty face and over her delicate shoulders.
Timmy knew he was being rude. But he couldn't help staring at his aunt's jugs as she approached him. Then, when she hugged him, Timmy became terrified that she would feel his hard prick against her stomach.
"Oh, it's so nice to see you again!" Beth said as she took Timmy into her arms and pulled him against her.
Over Beth's shoulder, Timmy saw his mother smiling at them. But he was still speechless. Especially now as he felt her enormous tits flattening over his chest.
"It's, ah, n-nice seeing you t-too," Timmy croaked.
Beth's sexy perfume filled the boy's head. The warmth of her body seeped into his own slim body.
May be Timmy only imagined it, but it seemed that when Beth's tummy pressed against the lump his prick formed in his jeans, she wiggled her hips slightly. In any case, Timmy knew that he hadn't been so excited since sticking his finger into Sally's cunt in the movies.
"My bags are still in the car, Timmy," Beth said. "Would you help me carry them in?"
"Sure," Timmy gasped.
"I told Beth she could have your room," Joan said to her son. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"
"No, I don't mind at all," Timmy said.
In fact, he thought it would be exciting to know that this sexy lady would be lying in his bed.
"I'm sorry to take your room away from you," Beth said.
"That's all right," Timmy said to his aunt while looking down at her big tits. "I can sleep on the couch."
Timmy followed his aunt to her car. Then, laden with heavy suitcases, he led her to his bedroom.
Suddenly it felt strange to be in his own room. But it wouldn't be his room for a while. This beautiful creature with the big tits would be sleeping here, dressing here, undressing here. Would she play with herself in the bed as Timmy had done so many times?
"I'll take my things out of these drawers so you can use them," he offered.
"You're such a sweet boy," Beth said and gave Timmy another kiss.
By that time Timmy had given up trying to hide the big bulge in his crotch. He thought he had caught his aunt glancing down to size up that lump. But he was so preoccupied staring at her tits and ass that he couldn't be sure.
Then Timmy had a real shock.
As he stood there, Beth reached up to her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Timmy felt all the air in his lungs rush out of his open mouth. Was she really going to undress right in front of him?
As he stood gaping, Beth's tits began to emerge. He could already see the creamy skin above her twin peaks. Then the curves of the tits showed in the widening vee of her blouse.
While fingering the button that would totally expose her gigantic boobs, Beth walked up to where Timmy stood. The button opened. But Beth kept her blouse closed with her hand so her tits didn't completely escape. Timmy couldn't quite see her nipples.
"And now if you'll excuse me...." Beth said with a smile. "I think I'll rest for a while. I've been driving all day!"
In his confused lust, it took Timmy a few seconds to realize that his aunt wasn't offering him her tits after all.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Timmy began stammering as he backed toward the door.
Beth laughed happily as she followed her nephew to the door. Then, just as Timmy was about to back out of the room, she reached out and took his hand.
"You really are a very sweet boy," she said, pulling Timmy's hand to her chest. "I think we're going to be friends."
Beth kissed Timmy quickly on the cheek as she pressed the back of his hand to one firm tit. And her blouse opened enough for the boy to get a good view on her entire jug. He could see the pink cone of her erect nipple as it capped the snowy mound of tit-flesh.
In another second, Timmy found himself standing outside the closed bedroom door. He was stunned.
The rest of the afternoon was a torment. Even after he went into the bathroom and jerked off, Timmy's prick remained hard for the rest of the day.
When Bill got home from work he caressed his sister and began talking about old times and the things they used to do as kids. Timmy loved listening. But Joan made him help prepare dinner.
During dinner, Timmy resumed staring at his aunt's tits. Under the table his prick throbbed painfully.
"We're going over to Uncle Ralph's," Bill told Timmy after dinner. "Would you like to go along?"
"No, I think I'll stay home," Timmy said.
Uncle Ralph was a bore. Besides, Timmy had another reason for wanting to stay home.
When his parents and Beth left, Timmy went to his room. He hadn't thought about it, but he felt a strong urge to spend some time in his bedroom now that his aunt was occupying it.
As soon as he entered the room he knew it had changed. There was a lingering odor that suggested a cat's den-musky and sweet. Then he noticed the perfume bottles spread on his dresser. And he saw how the unmade bed still seemed to hold the shape of the sexy body it had contained that afternoon.
Timmy noticed that Beth's suitcases were out of sight. He looked in the closet, and there they were. But when he lifted one he found it was empty.
So Timmy went to his dresser. He didn't know why his hand shook as he pulled open the first drawer.
There, in the drawer, was exactly what Timmy had hoped to find. Although he hadn't admitted it to himself, he was interested in checking out his aunt's underwear.
Reaching into the piles of silken garments, Timmy was thrilled. He lifted out of the drawer a pearly, shining pair of bikini panties.
As he held the panties up in front of his face he tried to imagine his aunt's cunt and ass filling them. He knew that the crotch of the underpants had hugged Beth's cunt just as he longed to do.
Not understanding how he could be so excited by a bit of nylon, Timmy acted instinctively.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. Then, trembling with perverted excitement, he draped the cool material of the panties over his hot and jerking rod.
As excited as he already was, having the sexy panties hanging over his prick sent Timmy into a fit of passion like he'd never known.
When he'd enjoyed the panties hanging over his prick as much as he could, he lifted that tiny garment and brought it to his face.
Breathing through the crotch of the underpants, Timmy detected a faint odor. It was the same odor he'd smelled on his finger after finger fucking Sally.
Timmy put the panties down on the top of the dresser. Then he pulled out one of his aunt's bras.
Holding the bra up, Timmy examined it. It was very low cut-the cups would barely cover Beth's nipples, Timmy thought. The bra was made of the same shimmering material as the panties. It wasn't the sort of bra that held a woman's tits imprisoned. Rather, it was like twin hammocks that a pair of jugs could rest in.
Timmy put the bra on top of the dresser with the panties. For a while he searched through the other underwear. It occurred to him that his aunt didn't have any girdles or elastic bras. No. She was a woman who liked to let her body shake and move.
Then Timmy's brain began to reel. Standing there with his prick sticking out, he was consumed with a very kinky desire.
Not quite believing what he was about to do, Timmy began to undress. When he was naked, he reached for the panties lying on the dresser. Then, with every atom in his body burning with lust, he stepped into the underpants and pulled them up.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Timmy felt the undies hugging his balls and ass. And his twitching cock was held against his belly, but the cockhead stuck out above the low waistband.
Timmy didn't understand why, but there was something awfully exciting about having his aunt's underpants on.
He turned around. Looking over his shoulder, he examined the way the female garment held his ass.
Then Tommy added his aunt's bra to his masquerade.
With the empty cups of the bra hanging on his chest, Timmy was hotter than he had ever been in his horny life.
He pushed the top of the underpants down slightly so his prick could stick out at its normal angle. Then he wrapped his hand around it.
Timmy knew he could shoot his load with just a few strokes-he was that excited. So he began pulling the loose skin of his cock back and forth as slowly as he could.
As he jerked off, Timmy thought about his aunt. He remembered how her tits had felt as they pressed their softness against his chest. And he pictured her tit as it appeared when he looked down into her opened blouse.
"We're going to be friends," his aunt had said.
And Timmy was sure that meant she was going to fuck him.
After a few seconds, Timmy experienced a crashing orgasm. His gism flew. A storm of pleasure ranged though his shaking body.
Then, when he was back to his normal self, he began to feel foolish dressed in his aunt's underwear. He quickly stripped it off and put it back in the drawer.
Timmy felt pretty weird. Was he becoming some sort of pervert? He thought that the years of sexual deprivation had warped his mind. But he knew what the cure was-fucking.
Timmy began to picture his aunt as a nurse who could cure him. With her sweet pussy, she had the power to save her nephew from a life of sexual perverson. If only she would!