Chapter 3: More love lessons

I woke to the smell of sizzling bacon. Aunt Marti was making breakfast. I looked over to see her bare ass as she bent down to put the cooked strips into the oven to stay warm. Her cunt lips winked at me from between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

"You've got a great looking ass, Aunt Marti."

She turned around to look at me. I was disappointed to see that her breasts were concealed behind an old-fashioned apron.

The disappointment must have shown on my face. Aunt Marti laughed. "I've learned a lot of important things in my life, Max. One of the more practical things was that you should never fry bacon in the nude. I won't tell you the circumstances but lets just say that some lessons are more painful to learn than others."

She leaned over the bed to kiss my forehead.

I put my arms around her back and hugged her. My fingers found the bow of the apron strings. As I was untying the bow Aunt Marti stood up and slapped my hand playfully.

"Not now, Max. We need to eat breakfast and then we have a morning of chores to get through. We can continue your lessons this afternoon. Now get out of bed and wash up. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

When I got back from the out-house I sat down to eat breakfast with Aunt Marti.

"You'd better get dressed after we're done. We need some wood split for the week and I don't want you using an axe with that lovely cock of yours swinging in the breeze."

"I hoped we could continue the lessons this morning."

"Sorry, Max. It's cool now and this is the time to do all the strenuous work. This afternoon when it's hot, you wouldn't get nearly as much done. The sex this afternoon will be strenuous enough and all that sweat will just make it more enjoyable."

"All right," I agreed reluctantly.

We finished eating and I put on my jeans and tee shirt. Aunt Marti put shorts and a halter-top. She gave a very non-sexual peck on the cheek as she told me where to find the axe and the wood. I made one last attempt to caress one of those magnificent tits. Aunt Marti blocked the hand without any effort.

I sighed pitifully and went out to split wood.

I went at it mechanically while I thought about all the different ways I wanted to fuck Aunt Marti. I was pretty sure she would let me try them all and probably show me a few more that I could not even imagine.

Aunt Marti's voice intruded on my sexual fantasies before I got to the point where I had to jerk off just to keep from getting cum in my shorts.

"Lunch time, Max!" she yelled from the cabin.

I buried the axe in one of the stumps I was using to split the wood. I picked up an armload of wood before heading back to the cabin.

Aunt Marti had cold sandwiches and hot soup ready for lunch. I was ravenous after splitting wood all morning. In between bites I looked around the cabin. Aunt Marti had put as much effort into the mornings work as I had. The cabin was much cleaner. The windows were washed, the floor was swept, the walls and furniture were dusted, the curtains were drying on a clothesline that hadn't been there yesterday and a large pot of water was heating on the stove.

"Are we done with work for the day?" I asked with a mouthful of sandwich. Aunt Marti's breasts peeped out of the halter-top with every movement of her arms.

"Yes, we are. The water on the stove is for us to bathe with. There's a washtub of water out back in the sun. It's been warming most of the morning and the hot water from the stove should get it hot enough for a quick wash. I'll wash you down and then you can wash me."

"Sort of like taking a shower together, huh?"

"As close as we're going to get up here. I also have a surprise for you later."

"A surprise?" My imagination started going into high gear. What was she going to do? My cock got hard just thinking about the things she COULD do to me. "What is it?" I asked.

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise."

I let it go.

Aunt Marti did the dishes while I carried the hot water out to tub of water she had set out in the backyard of the cabin. I tested the temperature with my hand. The sun had warmed it quite a bit during the morning. It was cool now instead of cold. The hot water we had should make comfortable.

"Max," Aunt Mart said from the back door, "Take one of these!"

I looked up to see my favorite Aunt naked and standing in the doorway with two more buckets of water. I ran back to get one of the buckets.

"Why are you still dressed?" she asked.

"I dunno," I mumbled feeling foolish.

"Well strip down, nephew. I want to wash you."

At least I remembered to put down the bucket before removing my clothes.

Aunt Marti poured some of the hot water into the tub while I was undressing. She then took a washcloth and a bar of soap and lathered me from head to foot. My cock got more than it's fair share of attention during this process.

"Close your eyes tight, Max. Time for a rinse," she said.

She poured a bucket of warm water on my head. I used my hands to help rinse myself off. One more bucket completed the job.

I shook the water out of my hair before picking up the washcloth and soap. I did a thorough job of lathering Aunt Marti's chest and back, but she grabbed my wrist as my soapy hand went to her crotch.

"Be careful when you wash my pussy. Soap in a woman's vagina can be very painful so don't stick your fingers in my hole. Just keep your fingers on my pussy lips and things should be O.K."

I did as she asked and by the time she was a soapy goddess from head to toe she was also breathing hard from sexual arousal. I was, too.

I scooped up a bucket of water. My eyes looked directly into Aunt Marti's soap covered nipples. There was no way I could pour water on her head to rinse her off.

"Kneel down, please," I said to Aunt Marti.

"Why, Max, I'd love to suck you off. But can't you rinse me off first?"

I blushed. "That's why you need to kneel down. I can't pour the water on your head if you don't kneel."

At least she didn't laugh at me when she kneeled down.

I poured two buckets of water over her head and then helped her stand up.