My First Time

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  • Consoling Auntie: Part 1
    Consoling Auntie: Part 1
     A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with love from his widowed
    aunt.

    by Jism786. Listen to the

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    As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become

    very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I
    felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money
    from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I
    didn’t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I
    would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were
    not only disappointed but angry as well.

    “So, what the hell are you going to do?” my

    father asked.

    “ I don’t know yet,” I replied.

    As I retreated to my room, my father

    yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your
    shit straight!”

    I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn’t

    have anything to say. It also didn’t help that my dad was an old,
    hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and
    reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance
    agency, but I felt like my parents didn’t want me in their house anymore.
    I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming
    unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day,
    there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to
    either go back or start thinking about moving out.

    All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a

    phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart
    attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It
    wasn’t a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was
    nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be
    exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was
    glad I could be there with them.

    My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to

    like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on
    the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth
    that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan
    was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as
    soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years,
    but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her
    years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.

    We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday

    night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as
    expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with
    my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand,
    decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle’s old study, and I found
    it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his
    existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.

    The next morning I awoke to my father’s hand gently

    shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big
    bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him.
    “I know lately I’ve been riding you pretty hard and I’m
    sorry. I know you’ll figure it out and I just want you know that
    I’ve got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished
    with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how
    fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant
    weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get
    up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn’t admit
    it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we
    visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where
    the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes
    and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind
    my Aunt’s barn.

    Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work

    was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but
    I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father’s good side renewed my
    attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt
    owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he
    watched me open and close my hand.

    “She had some hard tits that one,” I said

    jokingly.

    “Yeah that’s why I let you have that one,”

    he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the
    best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.

    I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the

    cows’ backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as
    the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their
    mothers’. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.

    By the time we got back to the house, the women had already

    started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends
    came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that.
    People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good
    hostess.

    Tomorrow would be my Uncle’s funeral, and it was

    really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small
    circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt’s house. I could see they
    were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My
    dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and
    the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and
    sayings.

    All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about

    the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only
    been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at
    one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have
    lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.

    Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father,

    “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”

    “No, not yet,” my father replied calmly.

    “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In
    any case she’s a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he
    finished as he took a drink from his beer.

    After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case,

    I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated
    on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about
    it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.

    “Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he

    was drunk.

    With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs

    watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked
    behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember,
    unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.

    “You could go inside and do that,” I heard my

    cousin Megan’s voice in the dark.

    Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the

    voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine
    compartment of the tractor.

    “I’m sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.

    Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh,

    its you…” she said, surprised.

    I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had

    created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She
    smiled only slightly.

    “I wonder what my mom would think…” she

    started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot
    you know,” she said sadly.

    I noticed the distinct difference in some of the

    grass’s color by the tractor’s rear and front wheel. When I looked
    back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to
    cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes
    wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her
    mother’s brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter
    than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always
    tried to hide by wearing a sweater.

    “I’m sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.

    “Thanks,” she said, still facing away.

    Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and

    leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her
    face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I
    jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little
    relieved and feeling generally good about myself.

    The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a

    sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad
    had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn’t
    feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could
    feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her
    friends around her. She had always been daddy’s little girl, and now she
    was reeling, having seen her father’s casket buried. We stayed there
    hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn’t help but contemplate
    all the changes death brought.

    On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he

    had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been
    a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about
    how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I
    couldn’t help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing
    waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being
    able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My
    father didn’t waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me
    staying.

    The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don’t you

    have school?”

    I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of

    months.”

    It was the truth… school had ended, and she

    didn’t need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the
    other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight.
    She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that
    same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.

    My father took me aside and informed me that he would be

    depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had
    only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their
    things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than
    usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days
    would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small
    farm… freedom, at last, I thought.

    The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving.

    I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.

    “Take good care of her,” he said in his deep

    voice.

    “I will Dad,” I replied.

    My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could

    feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom
    finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and
    don’t be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my
    permission.”

    She said, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of

    it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.

    I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned

    around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon
    I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.

    That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house

    and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to
    talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be
    leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest
    of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.

    The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was

    now time to say goodbye.

    “Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.

    “Don’t worry I will…” I answered

    reassuringly.

    Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she’d stay a while

    longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.

    “No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and

    besides I’ll be fine with John here.”

    And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her

    classes, and I became my Aunt’s only company.

    The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the

    routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about
    tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the
    days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days
    following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories
    about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On
    some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her
    spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.

    The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my

    suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I
    tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn’t see
    them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to
    make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed
    in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.

    However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the

    kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”

    “Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled

    back.

    A few minutes later, I heard her yell again,

    “Breakfast is almost ready!”

    I yelled back, “Ummm I can’t find my

    jeans…”

    A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when

    I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash.
    They’re almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets
    cold,” she said, finally.

    I searched the room for a towel but found none.

    “You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell

    down the hall again.

    “Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody

    was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty
    whiteys’ was quite frightening.

    I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt

    turned around, but I was too late.

    “Oh honey, you don’t wear boxers?” she

    asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.

    “Umm no, I don’t really like them,” I

    replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.

    “I’m sorry Honey, I didn’t know those were

    all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.

    “Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing

    them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I
    could feel my face turning red.

    She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj’s,

    and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj’s were
    probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was
    so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could
    almost picture her naked through it. I didn’t think I could be more
    embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock
    faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn’t have to
    stand up soon.

    “Honey, can you get me the flour that’s behind

    you in that cupboard, I’m going to make some pancakes,” she said.

    “Oh, that’s okay Aunt Rose, I don’t want

    any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t ask me to get
    something else.

    “Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.

    I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry.

    To my horror, I couldn’t find it.

    “Baby, you know you have a hole in your

    underwear?” she asked teasingly.

    “Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.

    Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that

    she couldn’t see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour
    box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch
    area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her,
    I extended it to her.

    “How bout you help me make them,” she said. It

    was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint
    of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my
    cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.

    “I don’t really know how to make them,” I

    said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.

    “That’s okay, I’ll teach you,” she

    replied quickly.

    She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes

    shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my
    condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had
    become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking
    over the elastic band of my underwear.

    “Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.

    Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand

    still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage
    was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.

    “Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet

    lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try
    covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.

    I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with

    the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at
    the table with my face in my hands.

    “Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as

    she slid a plate in front of me.

    I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, and I

    wouldn’t have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”

    I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was

    leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was
    utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a
    smile when she caught my stare.

    “I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.

    She turned around and untied her apron, then to my

    disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could
    see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned
    around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.

    “See, now we are even,̶

    22 min
  • Childhood Friends: Part 4
    Childhood Friends: Part 4
    Family Reactions: Heartbreak and rejection draws Tim & Beth closer to
    each other.

    By neruval442. Listen to the

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    The Night Storm

     We drove the few minutes to Beth's house, and Beth

    used her key in the door. "Hi, Mom, we're back."

    Her mother appeared from the kitchen. "Oh, hi,

    Tim."

    Beth glanced at me, then held out her hand to her mother.

    "Look, Mom, Tim and I got engaged."

    I watched, my anticipation suddenly turning sour in my

    stomach as her mother's face changed, her expression twisting. "Really? At
    your age?"

    She turned to me. "Don't think I don't know what you

    two have been doing up there, and I'm sure on this holiday of yours. I can tell
    when you wash the sheets, you know."

    Beth flinched as her mother continued. "Engaged, I

    don't think so. You've got her pregnant, haven't you, don't even know enough to
    be careful, and you think bringing her back here with some cheap trinket on her
    finger will make it right. Well, you can forget it."

    She turned back to Beth. "You can do what you like when

    you're out of this house, how are you going to get on at university with a
    brat, but while you're still here I don't want to see him."

    Beth's face was as white as it had been in the car, but she

    took a deep breath. "No. Nothing is like you've said. Tim's not like that,
    and, “ her face screwed up, tears forcing past her eyelids, "it
    hurts so much that that's what you think of me."

    She looked her mother straight in the eyes. "Either

    Tim's welcome here, or I'm not."

    Her mother's tone was uncompromising. "Go with him,

    then, I don't care."

    Beth was shaking as she turned to me. "Tim?"

    "I'll work something out," I promised. "Do

    you need to fetch anything?"

    She shook her head. "I already have everything

    important."

    Beth turned back to her mother. "Call me if you change

    your mind. But you won't, will you, I know that from Grandad."

    Her mother's face showed unmasked rage. "You, he,

    “

    I took Beth's arm, and she turned her back on her mother,

    walking out of the front door. I pulled it closed, careful not to slam it, and
    guided Beth to the car, helping her with her seatbelt. I started the engine,
    driving just far enough to be out of sight of the house, and stopped the car.

    Beth came into my outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably,

    her tears soaking through my shirt. "I, oh god, Tim,”

    She broke down again, and I stroked her hair. Finally she

    looked up, face tear-streaked, eyes red. "Thanks for looking after
    me."

    "Let's get going," I encouraged her. A few minutes

    later I pulled up outside my parents' house, and Beth held my hand tightly as
    we walked up the path. Mom opened the door, looking at Beth with a concerned
    expression. "Are you two Okay?"

    "I'll explain later, Mom," I offered. "But

    would you mind making up the spare room for Beth?"

    "That's no problem."

    We went through to the kitchen, and Mom busied herself

    finding a pan, milk. "Whenever Tim had something bothering him, hot
    chocolate would always cheer him up a bit."

    She set steaming mugs in front of us and Beth sipped

    gratefully. "Where's Dad?" I queried.

    "In the gar