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 This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further.
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Watching Aunty

   He watched her sleeping from the door.  He traced the outline of her
body under the blankets.  The moonlight stole in through the semi-parted
curtains, filling the room with a soft white glow.  The boy's eyes narrowed
in on where her breasts would be, he watched their gently rise and fall. 
His penis was hard as a rock now and it hurt.  He reached into his shorts
and adjusted the organ to a more comfortable position.

   His hand remained inside his shorts, slowly stroking his penis.  It felt
so good to move his palm back and forth over it.  He moved closer to the
bed, hesitantly.  He could see her face now, it was turned upwards and her
lips were parted.  He wondered if she sucked her husband's penis, like he
had seen women do in "those" movies.

   He got even closer to her and began stroking himself faster.

   Her moan stopped him cold.  She began to shift.  His erection rapidly
disappeared.  His mind raced to find an excuse for being there at this time
of the night.

   But she didn't wake up, she merely straightened out, in the process the
blanket rode down.

   His erection rapidly returned as her nipples came into view.  He
couldn't believe his luck.  He had never imagined that she slept naked.

   Her breasts looked so inviting, like ripe fruits.  The sheen of
perspiration made them shine in the moonlight, like twin moons in their own
right.  The nipples stood out defiantly, like solo rocks on top of hills,
so much a part but yet different.

   His hand returned into his shorts and he began jerking in earnest.  Then
it happened, the most exquisite feeling shot through every part of his
body. His penis was enveloped in the warmth of fresh sperm.  But it was
different today.  Usually he felt tired after jerking off and an
overpowering need to clean up.  But today he just kept pumping, the head of
his penis begged to be squeezed and played with. 
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