Chapter 2

After Aunt Jen came for her visit, I was missing the loving we had made. I was still at home from high school for the summer. Being fourteen I was always horny. Jen had really given me something to dream about and think of while I jerked my boner in my bedroom.

I found myself thinking more and more of my mother sleeping downstairs in the master bedroom. It's hard to say what might have happened if my Aunt Pauline, or Polly, hadn't decided to come and visit us too.

This was the hometown of my family. My grandparents lived across town. It was not unusual for all of the girls to come for visits. My Aunt Jen, Aunt Polly, and Olivia my cousin. Especially since the old folks could no longer travel.

My grandfather had been getting more and more senile. So Gram had to stay home with him all the time but the girls all visited them often. My mother went over at least once a week. I did too.

Anyway, it was easier for visitors to stay at our house so as not to be a burden on Gram. And Aunt Polly had now put in her appearance. She was going to spend a few days in the same bedroom that Aunt Jen had used just a couple of weeks earlier.

Aunt Polly had the small breasts that ran in the family, and had long dark brown hair. All the ladies had brown hair, just different shades, and they all liked to keep it long.

Polly was an academic. She was an associate professor at a women's college. The whole family whispered that she was a lesbian. She had never married. She shared her home with various women over the years.

She had always said it was to keep down expenses since she didn't make that much at a small college but they all knew she was into women. They really believed that but never spoke of it to her. Besides, I think her personality made her keep her life personal.

When she got here one afternoon, while mom was still at work, I greeted her at the door with a hug. I loved my family. We were a loving family. Polly hugged me back and immediately, after we had taken her things up to her room, began to give me the third degree about how I was doing in school, what subjects I liked, whether I needed any help and so on. A true teacher through and through.

Then she started on about my love life. I told her about my girlfriend who was on vacation with her family, and she patted me on the leg.

"You must miss her terribly. I know young people well. I've taught them all of my life. You're missing her both mentally and physically. I'm aware of the needs you young people have."

"How do you handle the lack of close physical contact Bill? I know at your age you might be sexually active. I also know you're bright enough to be using safe sex techniques with your little girlfriend. You are, aren't you?"

"Of course Aunt Polly," I said blushing bright red. "I mean, I use condoms, but I don't need to with her because we haven't had sex yet. It would be easier if I were a lesbian I suppose. I wouldn't need rubbers."

I have no idea why I said that. It just slipped out. I was just so surprised by her questions.

"Wait a minute Billy. Two questions immediately come to mind from that statement. First, who're you having sex with besides your girlfriend, and second, what do you know about lesbians?"

"Oh, Aunt Polly, I really didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry. We don't mind that you're a lesbian. I think it's cool myself."

"Billy, you silly boy. I'm not a lesbian. Look, you're old enough to understand a few things. I'm bi-sexual. Do you understand? I like men and women. But I'm not promiscuous. I take great care in selecting my sexual partners, as should you young man. But go on. Tell me who else needs you to use condoms?"

"This is really embarrassing. Promise you won't tell mom? Please. I'm not even sure I should tell. I might be telling something I shouldn't. I don't know."

"Go ahead my boy. I've many secrets in my life. One more won't be hard to keep. Tell me. You know you want too." And she grinned the family grin. That was her first smile of the day. It melted me.

"Well, you know Aunt Jen visited a couple of weeks ago. This is embarrassing and I don't know if she'll be upset or not, but she and I had lots of fun together."

"Oh, for goodness sakes you naughty boy. Your Aunt Jen has been a silly little slut all her life. I knew when you came of age she'd be on you like white on rice. A hunk like you, Billy, is going to be to tempting for Jen. This isn't a surprise to me. But I'd love to hear all about what you two did. Tell me about it Billy. Your Aunt Polly keeps secrets quite well." And again she grinned and then even cackled a little the way the women in the family did.

"Well, the first thing we did was she masturbated me in the shower one night and I ejaculated on the shower wall."

"You mean she jerked you off and you shot your cum. Is that closer to what happened?" And she cackled again.

This talk of sex had been working on my cock. It had become hard and was leaking pre-cum. I decided to go all the way. I stood up, dropped my trousers, fished out my cock and presented it my aunt.

Polly, sitting upon the couch, reached out and grabbed my prick. She spit on it and began stroking it hard and fast. Oh damn, it was so good I had to cum in about a minute.

She scrambled forward when she knew I was going to shoot and caught all of my milk with her mouth. She relished it as she swallowed it all. She licked my prick clean and then grinned up at me.

"Good sperm young man. I can see how Jen had lots of fun with you. I even had an orgasm myself. Good job Billy."

At that point we heard a key in the front door lock and mom came in. She was with her sister and skipped over to give her a big hug. Our family was close. Very close. That was becoming more clear every day.

We spent a nice evening, but as we ate supper Polly was playing footsie with me under the table. It was clear she wasn't on duty anymore. She was letting the girl come out while she was here in her old hometown. And she was letting it come out with me. She was even cackling a little now and then as she ran her shoeless foot up my calf. I was red as a beet.

"What are you laughing about Polly? You seem in an awfully good mood. It's nice to see."

"I am in a good mood, Marge. Can't say why. Just am!" And she grinned at me.

I had a good feeling about this visit. I had a real good feeling. I was right. After I took my evening shower I went down the hall to my room with a towel wrapped around me and when I got to my room I let it drop and just gloried in being nude.

I stood in front of my wall mirror, patted my stomach and watched my cock start to rise. I loved my cock. I couldn't imagine not being able to fuck. God, I loved fucking. I gave it a few strokes and then turned out the lights and went to bed. I liked sleeping in the nude.

Awakening early in the morning I felt the warmth of a body next to mine. I reached out and touched bare flesh. I sleep with my windows open and the curtains drawn back so there was the glow of dawn coming through the windows. It must have been about 5:30 in the morning. I wasn't up this early usually but I was fully awake now. I sat up slowly and drew the covers down so I could see who was in my bed.

It was Polly of course. She was sleeping with one hand on her pussy and the other with a thumb in her mouth. That was so fucking silly. A thirty-eight year old professor sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. I laughed out loud and her eyes slowly opened. Then she grinned and stretched her arms out to me.

What a great way to start the day. I embraced my aunt and we wrapped our arms and legs all around each other. I could feel the heat of her body and her taut little tits with their hard nipples pressed into my chest.