My father was killed in an industrial accident when I was just thirteen. After
the shock of his loss passed my mother decided to sell our suburban home and
move to the country away from everything that reminded her of dad and the
work he had done. She was also of the opinion that in a rural community I
would have a better environment for growing up without a father.
She found a nice house on a small acreage about a mile from a little farming
town far from the city where I had been born. We moved as soon as school let
out for the summer and I began the adjustment from a city boy to country
bumpkin. It was no easy task, I can assure you. I missed all the conveniences of
suburbia. There were no little stores on the corner or shopping malls a short
walk from home. There weren’t any corners except farm roads and the nearest
movie was a long bike ride into town.
I don’t know what kind of settlement my mom received after my dad’s death
but we were in pretty good shape. Mom said we could survive but if we wanted
any luxuries she would have to find a job for a little additional income. After
dad’s passing she had begun to discuss her plans with me and appeared to
value my opinion, I had become the man of the house. We discussed family
finances and finally agreed that she should look for a job. That presented
another problem; who would stay with me while she worked? I tried to
convince her that I could do well enough alone but she was adamant that I
have supervision and that’s where Aunt Clara came into the picture.
Aunt Clara was mom’s unmarried older sister. She was in her mid to late
thirties and had never held down a full time job. She worked when it suited her
and when it didn’t suit her she sort of visited around the relatives to help out
when someone in the family needed her services. She was short, 5’2″, and
weighed about 80 to 90 pounds. Where most women had curves she was
straight lines and her chest only hinted at a bust. She had straight brown hair,
cropped short in a boyish cut, that framed a face that was, in a word, plain.
Mom found a job as a clerk in town and Aunt Clara moved into our spare
bedroom. She arrived on Saturday and Mom took a little time off work to pick
her up and drive her out to the house. When mom left to go back to work I
showed her around the house and to her bedroom. Curious about this new
resident in our home and wanting to get to know her I sat on the bed talking
with her and watched her unpack. Soon she had me helping, I would take
things out of her bags as she put them away. When I handed her a bundle of
folded panties I reddened in embarrassment but she only smiled at me. Her
padded bras came next and I got even redder. Aunt Clara laughed
unselfconsciously and said, “I may be flat up there but I can dream can’t I?”
I had no answer for her question so I only smiled. In short order she had
everything put away and then she shooed me out of her room so she could
shower and change. Later I took her on a tour around our little acreage and
showed her the stream that ran on the backside of our property. I pointed out
where I fished and where the water was deep enough to swim. She said she
liked to swim and we could go swimming after I got mom’s permission.
We saw mom’s car turn into our drive and Aunt Clara offered to race me back
to the house. Accepting her challenge and thinking I would have an easy
victory I didn’t try too hard at first but as she opened the distance between us I
ran as hard as I could and couldn’t catch her. Just before we got to the house
she slowed and let me draw even and we arrived at the same time to greet
mom. Laughing at my poor condition she explained that she took a run every
morning and if I liked I could run with her. Still stinging from her easy victory
I agreed. I was going to learn to outrun her.
We spent a quiet evening getting acquainted with each other and finally I got
sleepy and went to bed. The next morning I was awakened early by someone
shaking my shoulder. It was Aunt Clara dressed in sweats and sneakers. When
she was satisfied that I was awake she said she had hot chocolate waiting in
the kitchen. I was laying in bed under a tent supported by a morning erection
and, much to my embarrassment, I could see she had noticed it. She only
smiled and left. I got up and dressed in some old sweats and sneakers before I
joined her for chocolate.
Outside, she taught me how to warm up before a run. When I failed to do a
stretch just right she would grab me and put my body in the right position.
Once her hand was on my thigh and I felt her brush my crotch lightly. It could
have been accidental but whatever the reason that touch was enough to light a
fire and start my imagination running in high gear. Warm-ups over she began
a easy lope through the fields and I followed behind. When I began to huff and
puff like a steam engine she stopped and let me rest. I flopped on the ground
and lay there panting while she had barely broken a sweat. She had me roll
over on my tummy then she sat astride my back and massaged my legs. I could
feel the softness between her legs press into the small of my back. As she
worked on my legs she rocked back and forth driving me up the wall. My boner
tried to drill a hole in the ground.
When I started breathing normally she began to run back the way we came. I
got up and followed after her but I was much to slow to keep up. As a tease she
would sprint out in front of me and then turn and sprint back. She might be a
plain skinny woman way over thirty but she was a phenomenal runner and in
great shape. Every time she got close to me she would tug at my shirt and say,
“Come on slow poke, move it out.” When we got back to the house she gave me
a big bear hug in congratulations before we went inside. I learned that she did
have small breasts.
When we entered the house mom was still asleep so I sat in the kitchen having
a warmed over chocolate while Aunt Clara took a shower. When she finished I
showered and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. I smelled coffee and joined her
in the kitchen.
She was wearing a robe that was only loosely tied and was sitting sideways on
a chair with her legs spread apart. I got a cup and sat down at the end of the
table. From my vantage point I could see her skinny legs up past her knees. As
we talked about running and exercise her robe fell open a little more as she
punctuated her conversation with animated gestures and soon I could see half
way up her thigh. Skinny as her legs were; the effect on a thirteen year old
virgin was identical to a super model’s. It’s a fact that all women’s legs end at
the same place. She knew I was looking at her and she didn’t seem to mind at
all; in fact her robe fell open enough for me to see that she was wearing almost
transparent panties; I could see a dark patch where her thighs came together.
She smiled at me and adjusted her robe so that she was decently covered when
she was sure I had gotten an eye full. Mom came into the kitchen a few
minutes later and that ended all hope of any further peeks at Aunt Clara. I
certainly wanted more than a peek.
I had no further chance to be alone with my aunt that day. She and mom spent
the day talking about family and old times. I learned one thing that came as a
surprise; my aunt was a marathon runner and trained throughout the year.
She had run in Boston and L. A. several times and had finished up close to the
winners. I was suitably impressed.
That night in bed I thought about her and what had happened since she had
been here. I guessed that she would eventually make some move in the future
but in my current state I wanted the future now, not tomorrow. I solved my
most pressing need with my hand but that was only a temporary relief.
Moments later as I thought of her sitting at the table this morning with her
robe partially open my problem returned. I fell asleep only to dream about
chasing a naked aunt who always ran just fast enough to stay just out of my
grasp.
The next morning I was awakened by Aunt Clara shaking me again. “Get up
and smell the coffee.”, she said and left the room.
Moments later I joined her and mom in the kitchen and had coffee as mom
prepared to go to work. Mom has coffee at home and grabs a roll to eat in town.
She never was big on breakfast.
After mom left Aunt Clara and I started our run. I tried to catch her as I had in
the dream but she stayed just out of reach. She ran me on a big circle that
ended at the house. She gave me my bear hug and a quick kiss but before I
could do anything she had spun out of my arms and disappeared inside.
After I showered I found her at the table fully dressed as if nothing had
happened. She fixed us breakfast and then went about the household chores.
After lunch she sat on the sofa reading a novel. I walked up behind her and
read a little over
her shoulder. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me so I gave up
and sat beside her. She closed her book and talked about what it took to run a
marathon. At the there was only one marathon on my mind and it didn’t
include running. She asked me if I would like to run in a real race and at that
point I would have agreed with anything she said. She gave me a kiss and
promised she would train me to be a runner.
The next day I ran my butt off; the end result was still the same, I couldn’t
catch her. The following day when we got back to the house and she gave me
my hug and kiss. She put her arms around me and we were pressed together in
full contact. We held the kiss for long moment and as I became aroused and
erect she adjusted her position until it pressed into the softness between her
legs. I moved my arms down from her waist and cupped her boyish cheeks in
my hands. When she offered no protest I crushed her pelvis against mine. I
didn’t know what to expect but she simply melted against me and continued
her embrace. We were both breathing heavily, me from running and
excitement and she from excitement for I hadn’t run far enough for her to be
tired.
I picked her up and carried her to my room and lay her on the bed. I lay down
beside her and hugged her to me. I wasn’t to clear on what was supposed to
happen after that but she helped me. She pulled my top off and I returned the
favor for her. From the waist up she didn’t have an ounce of excess flesh. I
could almost count her ribs and her breasts were little more than nipples on
small half oranges. I reached out and took one in my hand and she gasped as I
felt her nipple harden under my fingers. I bent over and took the other nipple
in my mouth and began to suck gently . I found that I could get almost her
whole breast in my mouth and still massage the nipple with my tongue. This
drove her wild. I started to put my hand under the waistband of her
sweatpants but she stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist.
“No, John. That would be wrong, I’m your aunt. I don’t know why I let things
go this far. We have to stop.”
I moved my hand back to her breast and continued to play with her nipples and
she offered no further protest. Eventually I became so aroused my urge was
uncontrollable. I rolled on top of her and began to make the motions of love
against her soft mound. In my excited state I had an orgasm almost in seconds.
When I finished she kissed me tenderly and said, “Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes, but I need more.”, I replied.
“God, you don’t know how much I want to but it would be wrong.”, she said.
I silenced her words with another kiss and began to slowly hump against her
as my erection returned. Soon she was responding to my motions with thrusts
of her own. I could stand it no longer and I got up on my knees and grabbed her
waistband and pulled her sweat pants down to her ankles. She protested and
made a half-hearted attempt to resist but eventually I got them off. I slid my
pants down to my knees and lay down on top of her. After a few fumbles I
found the entrance to her garden of Venus and with little short strokes slipped
inside. Nothing I had ever done prepared me for the feeling that greeted me
deep inside her soft, warm flesh. I was imprisoned in a warm rubbery prison
and I could feel little spasms and contractions grip me even tighter. What I had
been longing for since my first wet dream was in reality far better than
anything I could had ever imagined. Masturbation was a pale ghost compared
to having a real woman beneath you.
I was totally unprepared for Aunt Clara’s reaction to our coupling. She became
an animal beneath me. Her thrusts were so violent that she almost threw me
off. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed me tightly to her and
her arms felt like ropes tightly binding me against her tiny breasts and upper
torso. We finally found a rhythm that worked and in short order she was
making loud grunts and moans with each stroke. I exploded inside her and I
could feel her contractions as she had a violent orgasm. We both fell into a limp
heap; totally spent for the moment.
I kissed her and she kissed me back with the warmest, wettest, and tenderest
kiss I have ever received in my entire life. Her plain face became beautiful with
contentment. My penis still deep inside, I could feel little spasms still echoing
her orgasm.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Clara, I just couldn’t stop.”
“Don’t be, I teased you until you could do nothing else. Don’t call my Aunt
Clara while we are making love; call me Claire, that’s my real name and I like
hearing it.”
“Claire, your name is as beautiful as you are when you make love.”
I felt myself stiffening inside her and started making love motions again. She
was so wet and slippery from our mingled juices that each stroke made wet
slobbering sounds. The faster and harder we pistoned our bodies together the
louder and more obscene the noises became. We began laughing at the noises
and tried even harder to make them worse. Silence fell only when we found
release and collapsed for the second time. When I got tired she got on top and
rode me like a demented horsewoman. Over and over we made love until we
had exhausted my thirteen year young stamina. It was lunch time before we
decided to take a shower and call it quits.
Every day except Sunday we would run and afterward make love until we
reached the limits of my endurance. Sunday was mom’s day off and since we
were a noisy pair in bed we took a day off also. If I was lazy or didn’t put my
heart into a morning run Claire would withhold her charms for that day as her
method of discipline. I was highly motivated to run and run well.
The next spring I set a new state record for the five mile cross country and
placed fifth in the state marathon. Claire had excellent coaching skills.
Late the next summer mom lost her job and Claire moved on to another
relative’s house who needed help. I only saw her alone a couple of times
afterward and each time was as rewarding as our first. I’ll never forget her and
I’ll always love my plain skinny Aunt Clara; my beautiful and sexy Claire.
