Chapter 2: Travels with my Aunt

When she woke up, Aunt Marti seemed not to remember anything about the previous evening. She shook me awake, handed me the clothes I had worn the day before, and told me to get dressed so we could get on the road.

My conscience had recovered nicely, thank you. I still felt embarrassed by what I had done the night before but the guilt was draining away as my cock got stiffer.

Marti was once again wearing a cropped tank top and cut-offs. The weather was hot and sticky so both of us were drenched in sweat an hour into the drive. The sweat was making her tank top stick to her breasts. The dark circles of her areoles were distinctly visible through the translucent material of the thin white top.

I tried not to stare at her breasts. Well I didn't try very hard if you want the truth. I just tried to be discreet about it. Every time the truck hit a pothole, Aunt Marti's tits wobbled like a punching bag. I longed to wrap my mouth around her breasts again.

I saw the sign that was our last landmark on the way to the cabin.

"There's the 'Wally's Bait Shop' sign," I said to Aunt Marti. "Our turn off should be just around the next bend in the road."

"Thank, heavens," she said.

A minute later Aunt Marti turned onto the side road that led to our cabin. The track dropped all pretenses to being a road. Two shallow ruts left the gravel road we had been on and disappeared around a large stand of pines.

Aunt Marti turned off the gravel road. The truck bounced as we hit another pothole. Aunt Marti's tits did their wobble routine again. The head of my cock rubbed against my pants. If this kept up I was going to shoot cum all over myself. I wanted to take out my cock and masturbate just to relieve the pressure on my nuts.

At last the cabin came into view. I forgot about jerking off for a few minutes as I we drew up to the dirt parking area beside the front porch of the cabin.

It was a very rustic looking log cabin. A porch ran along the front of the cabin and the two sides. It didn't look very big. The trees had been cleared for a ways around the cabin to provide a yard of sorts. The grass was almost waist high and I doubted if it had ever been touched by a lawnmower. I expected to hear the theme from 'Deliverance' at any moment.

"Let's look inside," said Aunt Marti as she got out of the SUV.

The cabin was a one-room cabin. There was a bed in one corner and a kitchen in the other. The 'dining room' contained a small table and three chairs adjacent to the kitchen. The 'living room' was a couch and easy chair next to the fireplace.

I couldn't read the look on Aunt Marti' face. She wasn't disappointed or angry. But she obviously hadn't expected something as primitive as the structure we were in.

She walked around the cabin looking in drawers and cupboards. She patted the bed and the other furniture. She finally spoke.

"Let's clean the place up, Max. We'll stay for a week and see if we like it."

We spent the next two hours washing and sweeping every bit of the cabin. I kept stealing glimpses of Aunt Marti's tits as we worked. Once I looked up to see that she was bent over, picking something off the floor as she had her ass towards me and I had an unobstructed view of her breasts swaying. I almost creamed my pants. I turned away as she started to straighten up.

Aunt Marti finally called a halt at mid-afternoon. "Let's go for a swim, Max. I need to cool off and clean up."

I followed Aunt Marti out the front door and down to the SUV. She grabbed a towel out of one of the boxes and threw it to me before turning to get another towel for herself and a bar of soap.

"There's a bathing pond and swimming pond this way," she said as she around the side of the cabin.

I followed her as she walked down a path that led from the back door of the cabin into the woods. The path was narrow but well worn. It led to a clearing around a large pond of clear water. The only outlet for the water led to a smaller circular pond that was edged with large flat rocks.

Aunt Marti stopped by the smaller pond and kicked off her sandals before dropping her towel on the grass beside one of the flat rocks. She turned to look at me.

"Max, if this vacation is going to be enjoyable, you are going to have to stop staring at me like a hungry dog looking at a raw steak. There isn't enough room in the cabin for the two of us and modesty too.

"I'm going to remove my clothes and wash up in this pond before I go for a swim. If you are going to spend the whole time up here staring at my tits and pussy then you can go back to the cabin and wait for me to finish. You can wash up when I'm finished and then we can go home.

"If, on the other hand, you can pry your eyes from my nipples long enough to enjoy the scenery then we may have good time up here. Do you think you can stop staring at my tits or should we go home?"

"I., I., I'm sorry for staring Aunt Marti. I want to stay."

"Good. After I get naked you can stare for a few minutes but then I want you to behave yourself."

Aunt Marti whipped her top off over her head. Her tit wobbled magnificently. She pulled off her shorts and panties in one swift move.

I put a hand over my crotch to try to hide my erection. Her neatly trimmed bush hid her pussy lips but her breasts slumped erotically on her chest.

"Fer crissakes, Max. I know you've got a hard-on. Just take off your clothes and jerk yourself off. I've watched men do it before. I doubt that you do it differently enough to impress me."

I took off my tee shirt and dropped it on the ground. My hands were shaking so bad that I had trouble undoing the button on my jeans.

"You didn't have any trouble dropping your jeans last night," said Aunt Marti.

I felt like I had been hit with a bucket of ice water.

"Wh... Wha..." I stammered.

"I wasn't as out of it as you thought, Max. I know you pulled my top up and my pants down and masturbated me and yourself. I was half awake while you were busy molesting what you assumed to be an unconscious woman. I know what cum feels like when it dries in my pubic hair and on my skin. And that lubricant you used when you finger- fucked me irritates my vagina. I was irritated as hell when I woke up with an itchy cunt this morning."

My face began to burn with embarrassment.

"I enjoyed the orgasm, Max. But there wasn't that much difference between what that jerk at the bar wanted to do and what you did. Do you want me to help you with your jeans?"

Aunt Marti didn't wait for an answer. She walked over to me and undid my jeans before I could react. My jeans fell around my ankles as Aunt Marti pulled my underpants down to reveal my throbbing cock.

"Here, let me help you with that," said Aunt Marti as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

I was so primed after watching her tits all day that I began to shoot cum all over her belly in only a few strokes.

"Feel better, now?" asked Aunt Marti as she milked the last few drops of cum from my cock.

I felt so drained that I couldn't answer. I just nodded dumbly.

"Good," she said as she let go of my cock.

She picked up the soap and towel on her way to the bathing pond. My eyes followed every swish of her ass as she walked away.

Aunt Marti dropped the towel beside one of the flat rocks that surrounded the pond before stepping in the water. I heard her gasp as her foot entered the water. She gasped even louder as she sat down in the pond.

I finished removing my clothes and walked to the pond. I stepped into the pond on the side opposite Aunt Marti. The water was ice cold.

I looked through the clear water and saw that a flat stone bench ran around the entire pool under about one foot of water. The pond was three feet deep and was paved with small flat stones. I sat on the bench forced myself to breath while my body adjusted to being immersed in cold water. I looked at Aunt Marti.

She was standing up and lathering herself rapidly with the bar of soap. She looked at me and smiled mischievously. "This water should take care of your erection problems for a while."

My teeth were chattering.

"Soap yourself up before you freeze your balls off." Aunt Marti threw the soap to me and sat down in the water to rinse the soap lather off her body. I barely caught the soap.

I stood up and started lathering myself quickly. Aunt Marti took a breath and then ducked under the water. She inhaled deeply as she surfaced. Her nipples were puckered into nubs from the cold.

I forced my self to look at my arm as I rubbed the soap on it. She chuckled to her self as she walked to the edge of the pond.

I listened to Aunt Marti get out of the pond as I finished soaping myself. I placed the bar one of the flat rocks that edged the pond before closing my eyes and soaping my face. I stepped away from the underwater bench and inhaled deeply before ducking under water to rinse off the soap.

I was shivering uncontrollably when I surfaced. My lungs were almost paralyzed with cold. The cold water in my ears made me feel dizzy. I couldn't figure out which way to go to get out of the bath.

Aunt Marti's voice called out "This way Max."

I stumbled blindly towards the sound of her voice. A sharp bump on my knee told me when I reached the edge of the pond. Aunt Marti grabbed my hand and helped me up.

She wrapped a towel around me and started to vigorously rub me dry. I slowly started warming up.

"I'm going to lie down in the sun and warm up, Max. You can join me if you want."

She handed me my towel before spreading her own towel in a warm sunny spot. She then stretched her self out on her back to soaked up some heat. Her pale white breasts sagged elegantly under their own weight.

My own muscles were still quivering from my recent cold-water bath. With great difficulty I managed to reach down to pick up my jeans. I fumbled for the baggie of pills that Alice had given to me the previous evening.

I wrapped my towel around my waist before going to stand beside Aunt Marti's prone body.

"I... I... I'm sorry for what I did to you last night Aunt Marti. It was wrong. I promise not to do it again. Here are the pills that Alice gave me."

Aunt Marti reached up to take the pills from my hand. I tried not to stare at the nipple that bobbed enticingly with the movement of her arm.

She looked at the pills in hand and rested herself on one elbow as she looked at the pills. "They're roofies all right," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She looked up at me. "Thank you, Max. Before I accept you apology, I would like you to tell me why it was wrong of you to do what you did."

That threw me for a loop. I had expected her to accept or reject my apology but not to get involved in a philosophical discussion of right and wrong.

Aunt Marti sat upright with her legs crossed. Her outer cuntlips parted to reveal the wet inner lips.

"Take off that silly towel and sit down, Max. This is important and we need to talk face to face. I don't want to talk to your bobbing penis."

I spread the towel on the ground and sat down I tried to hide my growing erection with my hands and legs but gave it up as a futile effort that only served to draw attention to my cock. Aunt Marti's breasts jiggled a little with each movement of her body. Both nipples were still puckered from the cold.

"I'm waiting for your answer, Max," said Aunt Marti sharply.

Her voice startled me back to reality. I looked up to see her looking intensely into my eyes.

"It was wrong to touch your breasts and pussy."

"No, no, no, Max. Use your brain. We both know WHAT you did. I want you to tell me WHY it was wrong."

I sat silently for a minute. I felt like an unprepared schoolboy who has just been called upon to give an answer before the entire class.

I thought back to my other sexual experience with the neighbor girl. We had both enjoyed the experience. She wanted to touch her but was too shy to ask. She hadn't volunteered to touch me and I had been to embarrassed to ask her. If she had asked me I would have agreed readily enough. Aunt Marti had been in no condition to ask to be touched or consent to be touched, though. I had just decided for both of us that that was what I wanted to do and I did it. A light bulb must have appeared over my head.

"You've figured it out, haven't you, Max," she said quietly. "Tell me in your own words."

"It. It was wrong because I didn't ask you if it was O.K. with you. If I had asked and you said yes then it would have been O.K. If you had asked me to do it and I did then it would have been O.K. But you couldn't say yes and you couldn't ask so it was wrong. I'm sorry, Aunt Marti. Please forgive me."

Tears started forming in my eyes. I felt as if I had betrayed my best friend. She really was my best friend.

Aunt Marti reached out to touch a tear on my cheek. "I accept your apology, Max. I forgive you."

She pulled me to her chest and hugged me with both arms as she kissed my tear-streaked cheek. I had been reaching up to take her hand when she grabbed me. As a result my hand was in just the right position to get a handful of tit when she pulled me to her chest. I resisted the urge to squeeze the breast.

"I knew you could reason it out. Now I won't have to worry about you raping some girl in high school. You do know the difference between right and wrong. You'll know when you are doing wrong even if you cock is doing the thinking. Deep down you'll know."

Aunt Marti released me. My cock pointed at the sky. I was rock hard and wanted to jerk off more than anything else right now. Well more than most things anyhow.

Aunt Marti looked at my erect cock. That gleam came back into her eye.

"Let's see if you've really learned your lesson, Max. I'm going to lie down just like last night. I want you to do just what you did then but this time ask before you do it."

She lay down on her back and closed her eyes. I was getting used to seeing her naked by now but she was still a beautiful woman. I shook my head to clear out those extraneous erotic thoughts. My memory of last night was indelibly burned into my brain. The first thing I had done was to lift her shirt over her tits. But she was already naked. I grabbed her clothing and draped her top over her chest and her panties and shorts over her crotch. She started as she felt the cloth touch her skin but smiled as she realized what I was doing. She chuckled a little but didn't say any thing.

"Aunt Marti, may I look at your boobs?"

She smiled broadly. I thought she might say no. If she did say no, I would have to go to the outhouse and masturbate. I had to do something about my hard on.

"You should use the word breasts when referring to a woman's chest, Max. Some women don't like the words tits or boobs. If you know that a girl doesn't mind the terminology go ahead and use one of the other terms. But to answer your question, yes, Max, you may look at my breasts."

I lifted the tank top off her breasts and folded it before placing it on the ground. I looked at her breasts for a minute. I started to reach out to play with one of the erect nipples but stopped as I remembered that I needed to ask before doing things.

"Aunt Marti, may I touch your breasts?"

"Are you going to use your hands or did you want to do more?"

I hesitated again before responding. "I want to use my hands and I also want to suck them with my mouth."

"Then yes to both requests."

I began to gently squeeze and massage both breasts with my hands. Her nipples responded to my attention. I took one nipple into my mouth to tease it with my tongue. Aunt Marti gasped as my tongue flicked across her erect nipple. I continued sucking and massaging both breasts alternately until Aunt Marti was squirming with pleasure.

My jaw muscles began to tire from all that sucking. I sat up to rest a minute. Her crotch was still covered with the shorts and panties. My desire was clouding my thoughts and I couldn't think of the polite word for cunt. I decided to skip the polite word for now. "Aunt Marti, may I play with your cunt? I want to use my hands and my mouth."

"Hands only, Max." she gasped as she spread her legs. "You can only do what you did last night."

I picked up the shorts and panties and dropped them on the neatly folded top. Her pussy was already wet when I ran my finger along her slit. She did not need any artificial lubricant this time.