Hands Full of Innocence
Copyright© 2023 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 14 - A light romp about a hot-sticky vacation on a R.V. in the American south. Imagine a Winnebago that "sleeps six" (but not comfortably) with eight people. Imagine also being a teenage boy who thinks about tits, ass and pussy constantly and your cousin sucking on a pickle makes you have the weirdest boner of your life. This is a coming of age story that truly begins on chapter five.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Incest Hispanic Female Exhibitionism
“Yes, hurry,” my Aunt implored me to retrieve the stolen towel. Gloria actually covered her boobs and pussy with her hands. I thought she would be an extrovert and run down Brunna herself. I felt like a white knight off to save my princess (or, in that case, Queen).
I caught up with Brunna, but she had already turned around and started coming back to return the towel.
“Give back the towel, Brunna!! Your mom is pissed!”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Jason,’ Brunna was breathing heavily, and her tits were heaving up and down. The towel covered her body but just barely. It must have been kind of thrilling to be outside, dashing around naked like she was.
“Here, I’ll run it to your mom,” I said and tried to take the towel from her. She yanked it away from me and ran it herself. I followed. I had dropped our shower bags when I went after my cousin, and I picked those up.
“That was not nice,” My Aunt glared at her and snatched the towel while wrapping it around her body.
“I was just joking, Mom; I am sorry!”
Brunna swore it was a harmless practical joke.
“Fine, you are lucky I am in a generous mood.”
“And you love me!” Brunna smiled brightly, closing her eyes and grinning like one of those air-headed bimbos in a Japanese anime.
“Yes, I love you,” my Aunt laughed. She told me to pick up her bags, dust them off and follow behind the two of them.
“Jason yelled at me and told me that I was in trouble,” Brunna pouted. She asked if I was allowed to do that. She told the story about how I had rudely demanded the towel.
“No,” my Aunt said. “Jason, I am not going to let Brunna yell at you or give you orders. I expect you to be polite and not snap at your cousin!”
I tried to defend myself and point out that I was just getting my Queen’s towel back. This was literally my first day openly obeying my Aunt, and I admit that I probably talked over her before she finished talking. It was a nasty habit and one that I knew that I had a problem with.
“Jason, I didn’t ask for an explanation, and I didn’t ask for a justification. When I tell you to do something, the answer is always Yes. If someone needs to yell at Brunna, that will be me. You do not talk back to anyone in the family, get sassy, or lose your temper. You CERTAINLY do not tell Brunna what to do. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I looked down at my bare feet. I hadn’t intended to say Ma’am.
“Is that your passive-aggressive way of disobeying me? I told you I do not like to be called Ma’am.”
“Oooh, wash his mouth out with soap, Mom!”
I couldn’t believe my sweet-as-honey-pie, never-hurt-a-flea big-tittied, dim-witted cousin basically threw me under the bus and suggested her mom punish me.
“That’s not a half-bad idea. This is all new, Jason, and I am willing to cut you some slack, but I warned you. I want a servant who will obey and make my life easier. I do not want a third kid to have to discipline because of their smart mouth. Now apologize to Brunna!”
I have to admit that the masculine part of my brain was feeling this was unfair, and I was prepared to show my defiance and say something I might regret about kissing her fat ass. I got it together and mustered a decent apology.
When we got back to the camper, it was dark out and well past 9pm. No one was on the patio. My Aunt told me to wait outside, and she’d come back out to talk to me. She took my towel from me and left me naked but gave me permission to sit at the picnic table.
A neighbor would probably think that I was sitting shirtless. It was still really surreal to be out in the hot Louisiana summer night air, completely nude. Brunna giggled and said this was really funny. My Aunt went inside with her.
I sat outside looking at my shampoo bottle from my shower bag. I and nothing else to do, so I read the ingredients and marketing materials.
My Aunt took about 45 minutes to return. She had still had her towel wrapped around her. The lights in the camera were out, meaning almost everyone was asleep or getting ready to sleep.
My Aunt sat down next to me. Gloria set a cold plastic bottle of Dasani water down for me to drink. I was thankful she thought about my needs. I opened it, and it tasted like heaven. “Thank you, my Queen.”
She reached over and began to play with my soft cock. I felt a little betrayed.
“I could tell you were fighting the urge to tell me off back there,” she began.
“Sorry, this is just new to me.”
“I want you to be nice to everyone. It doesn’t make sense to have you pledge your obedience to me and then have you piss everyone else off.”
“I understand,” I said.
“I do not think that you do. I was very alarmed by your response. You cut me off when I was talking. That’s a huge pet peeve. You ARE a pet, but you are MY pet. You are a servant. That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Yes,” I felt that I did.
“Then you may have to put up with some teasing from the others. I do not want you to raise your voice, be bratty, sassy, or rude. You don’t tell Brunna or anyone else what to do. I don’t think I would have let you tell her what to do before this all began, either. You ask her if you want something and be a gentleman. Rudeness is something you will never do again.”
I wanted to reiterate that I was acting to carry out her instructions to get the towel back, but I could see that she didn’t want to hear it.
“The only reason you are not being punished is that I am giving you the benefit of the doubt. Do it again, and I’ll tell Brunna she’s the boss of you for a few hours. How would you like that?”
I started to get really hard, but I denied that I wanted that. The thought of bossing her around didn’t enter my mind. I could have really got off on being bossed around by my fat-tittied cousin and her mom. I didn’t want to seem too eager, though.
“She’s not going to play with this,” my Aunt squeezed my dick and assured me that Brunna wouldn’t tease me in sexual ways. “You’d probably have to listen to her stories, wait on her, bring her snacks, and brush her hair.”
I do not know why, but it sounded kind of fun.
“Or, maybe you would like that?” Gloria smiled wickedly. “She did notice your huge cock,” my Aunt stroked me harder. That made me feel really special. I did kind of get off on the fact that my cousin knew I had a larger than average size cock. I wouldn’t have called it “huge,” but I took the compliment.
“She could experiment with you? Draw little eyes and a mouth on your pecker and play with it like a doll, baby?” Gloria was teasing me with a fantasy. I knew that she did not think Brunna would do that, but I enjoyed the visual. I would have liked to hear how she’d want to suck me off or sit on my dick. I could actually picture my cousin fiddling with my dick like a doll more than I could her ravishing me sexually.
“Maybe I’ll take you to the pet store, get that leash and collar and let her walk you around the park? She has always wanted a puppy,” Gloria. It was a strangely arousing visual. I couldn’t imagine us getting away with it.
Fuck, she was getting me so hard. I was fully erect now. Gloria smiled because she had accomplished her goal of teasing me.
“I could tell her to reward you for being a good boy by eating a pickle in front of you,” my Aunt’s eyes twinkled while she smiled mischievously. She performed a parody imitation of her daughter’s lisping baby talk “Oh, I do not know why old men go crazy when I eat a pickle. It’s just a pickle, tee-hee-hee.”
Then my Aunt held an imaginary cock in her hand and deep-throated it in a very exaggerated imitation of how Brunna’s pickle eating was evidence of her oral fixation.
“Whatever you want, my Queen,” was all I could say to that. I was feeling a little embarrassed and worried someone in the camper might hear us. I did not want to come across like I was super into Brunna dominating me (because I wasn’t). I was into being dominated by my Aunt, and I loved her dirty fantasies.
“What I want is for you to come do my favorite thing for me before bed,” she led me by my cock. I followed her behind the RV, where it was dark, and there were no lights. She removed her towel and took my water bottle. I remember her taking a long swing, swishing it around in her mouth, and sealing it up.
I thought she was denying me the water to be cruel. However, she had other plans for it. She bent over, grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. She slowly removed the butt plug and brought it out of her puckered asshole. I loved watching how elastic the rim was as it opened slightly to allow the plug to escape. She brought it down to her lips and started sucking on it like a cock.
“Lick,” she instructed.
I got down on my knees and began to lick her pussy.
“A little higher, higher still,” my Aunt guided me to the point I had my tongue on her anus. “Mmmhmmm, that’s what I like, my little ass-licking brown noser. Lick your Aunt Gloria’s butthole,” my Aunt said as she luxuriated on her own butt plug like it was candy that she was enjoying.
I thought her asshole would taste disgusting, but if I had to describe it, I would say it smelled and tasted a little like creamy Kraft American cheese slices. I’ll never be able to eat one of those again without thinking of my Aunt’s delicious ass. She encouraged me to get my tongue inside of her ass. My lips were moist from the water, but she passed the bottle back to me and told me to take another drink but not to swallow.
“Put your lips to my asshole, and spit the water in, don’t spill any,” she insisted softly. I tried, but some spilled down her pussy. She loved that sensation of cold water from my mouth into her asshole. She grabbed my face and pushed my head closer into her crack. “Good pet, do this for me. It’s what I like.”
After three swings of water, she had me close the bottle, put the fat end in her twat, and fuck her with it while I licked her asshole. I was shocked at how easily the 12-ounce bottle slid into her pussy. It was quite a bit thicker than my cock, and still cold to the touch.
When she had enough and was ready for me, she told me to stand, slide my cock into her pussy and fuck the shit out of her. I was so ready, and after only a few minutes, I shot my jizz all inside of my Aunt’s pussy.
“You are already cumming like my husband. What a disappointment you couldn’t hold out longer, but you were horny,” my Aunt said as she stood up and took the water bottle back from me to finish it off.
“Can you get pregnant?” I asked while I thought about what I had done.
“It’s a bit late to ask that question now, Jason,” she handed me the little bit that was left in the bottle. Gloria kissed me sweetly and passionately with her open mouth. Our lips were cold, and I had a sense of what mine must have felt like on her tender asshole.
“Would you like to breed me? Grow old with me? Silly boy,” she took my hand. I thought she was going to squeeze it romantically. Gloria placed her butt plug in my hand. “I want you to wear this for an hour, bend over like I was, and let me show you how to insert it without hurting yourself. This is yours now.”
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