Copyright 1996 Jim Fix

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A MAIDEN AUNT

An erotic story by Jim Fix

My father was killed in an industrial accident when I was just thirteen. After 
the shock of his loss passed my mother decided to sell our suburban home and 
move to the country away from everything that reminded her of dad and the 
work he had done. She was also of the opinion that in a rural community I 
would have a better environment for growing up without a father.

She found a nice house on a small acreage about a mile from a little farming 
town far from the city where I had been born. We moved as soon as school let 
out for the summer and I began the adjustment from a city boy to country 
bumpkin. It was no easy task, I can assure you. I missed all the conveniences of 
suburbia. There were no little stores on the corner or shopping malls a short 
walk from home. There weren’t any corners except farm roads and the nearest 
movie was a long bike ride into town.

I don’t know what kind of settlement my mom received after my dad’s death 
but we were in pretty good shape. Mom said we could survive but if we wanted 
any luxuries she would have to find a job for a little additional income. After 
dad’s passing she had begun to discuss her plans with me and appeared to 
value my opinion, I had become the man of the house. We discussed family 
finances and finally agreed that she should look for a job. That presented 
another problem; who would stay with me while she worked? I tried to 
convince her that I could do well enough alone but she was adamant that I 
have supervision and that’s where Aunt Clara came into the picture.

Aunt Clara was mom’s unmarried older sister. She was in her mid to late 
thirties and had never held down a full time job. She worked when it suited her 
and when it didn’t suit her she sort of visited around the relatives to help out 
when someone in the family needed her services. She was short, 5’2", and 
weighed about 80 to 90 pounds. Where most women had curves she was 
straight lines and her chest only hinted at a bust. She had straight brown hair, 
cropped short in a boyish cut, that framed a face that was, in a word, plain.

Mom found a job as a clerk in town and Aunt Clara moved into our spare 
bedroom. She arrived on Saturday and Mom took a little time off work to pick 
her up and drive her out to the house. When mom left to go back to work I 
showed her around the house and to her bedroom. Curious about this new 
resident in our home and wanting to get to know her I sat on the bed talking 
with her and watched her unpack. Soon she had me helping, I would take 
things out of her bags as she put them away. When I handed her a bundle of 
folded panties I reddened in embarrassment but she only smiled at me. Her 
padded bras came next and I got even redder. Aunt Clara laughed 
unselfconsciously and said, "I may be flat up there but I can dream can’t I?"

I had no answer for her question so I only smiled. In short order she had 
everything put away and then she shooed me out of her room so she could 
shower and change. Later I took her on a tour around our little acreage and 
showed her the stream that ran on the backside of our property. I pointed out 
where I fished and where the water was deep enough to swim. She said she 
liked to swim and we could go swimming after I got mom’s permission.

We saw mom’s car turn into our drive and Aunt Clara offered to race me back 
to the house. Accepting her challenge and thinking I would have an easy 
victory I didn’t try too hard at first but as she opened the distance between us I 
ran as hard as I could and couldn’t catch her. Just before we got to the house 
she slowed and let me draw even and we arrived at the same time to greet 
mom. Laughing at my poor condition she explained that she took a run every 
morning and if I liked I could run with her. Still stinging from her easy victory 
I agreed. I was going to learn to outrun her.

We spent a quiet evening getting acquainted with each other and finally I got 
sleepy and went to bed. The next morning I was awakened early by someone 
shaking my shoulder. It was Aunt Clara dressed in sweats and sneakers. When 
she was satisfied that I was awake she said she had hot chocolate waiting in 
the kitchen. I was laying in bed under a tent supported by a morning erection 
and, much to my embarrassment, I could see she had noticed it. She only 
smiled and left. I got up and dressed in some old sweats and sneakers before I 
joined her for chocolate.

Outside, she taught me how to warm up before a run. When I failed to do a 
stretch just right she would grab me and put my body in the right position. 
Once her hand was on my thigh and I felt her brush my crotch lightly. It could 
have been accidental but whatever the reason that touch was enough to light a 
fire and start my imagination running in high gear. Warm-ups over she began 
a easy lope through the fields and I followed behind. When I began to huff and 
puff like a steam engine she stopped and let me rest. I flopped on the ground 
and lay there panting while she had barely broken a sweat. She had me roll 
over on my tummy then she sat astride my back and massaged my legs. I could 
feel the softness between her legs press into the small of my back. As she 
worked on my legs she rocked back and forth driving me up the wall. My boner 
tried to drill a hole in the ground.

When I started breathing normally she began to run back the way we came. I 
got up and followed after her but I was much to slow to keep up. As a tease she 
would sprint out in front of me and then turn and sprint back. She might be a 
plain skinny woman way over thirty but she was a phenomenal runner and in 
great shape. Every time she got close to me she would tug at my shirt and say, 
"Come on slow poke, move it out." When we got back to the house she gave me 
a big bear hug in congratulations before we went inside. I learned that she did 
have small breasts.

When we entered the house mom was still asleep so I sat in the kitchen having 
a warmed over chocolate while Aunt Clara took a shower. When she finished I 
showered and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. I smelled coffee and joined her 
in the kitchen.

She was wearing a robe that was only loosely tied and was sitting sideways on 
a chair with her legs spread apart. I got a cup and sat down at the end of the 
table. From my vantage point I could see her skinny legs up past her knees. As 
we talked about running and exercise her robe fell open a little more as she 
punctuated her conversation with animated gestures and soon I could see half 
way up her thigh. Skinny as her legs were; the effect on a thirteen year old 
virgin was identical to a super model’s. It’s a fact that all women’s legs end at 
the same place. She knew I was looking at her and she didn’t seem to mind at 
all; in fact her robe fell open enough for me to see that she was wearing almost 
transparent panties; I could see a dark patch where her thighs came together. 
She smiled at me and adjusted her robe so that she was decently covered when 
she was sure I had gotten an eye full. Mom came into the kitchen a few 
minutes later and that ended all hope of any further peeks at Aunt Clara. I 
certainly wanted more than a peek.

I had no further chance to be alone with my aunt that day. She and mom spent 
the day talking about family and old times. I learned one thing that came as a 
surprise; my aunt was a marathon runner and trained throughout the year. 
She had run in Boston and L. A. several times and had finished up close to the 
winners. I was suitably impressed.

That night in bed I thought about her and what had happened since she had 
been here. I guessed that she would eventually make some move in the future 
but in my current state I wanted the future now, not tomorrow. I solved my 
most pressing need with my hand but that was only a temporary relief. 
Moments later as I thought of her sitting at the table this morning with her 
robe partially open my problem returned. I fell asleep only to dream about 
chasing a naked aunt who always ran just fast enough to stay just out of my 
grasp.

The next morning I was awakened by Aunt Clara shaking me again. "Get up 
and smell the coffee.", she said and left the room.

Moments later I joined her and mom in the kitchen and had coffee as mom 
prepared to go to work. Mom has coffee at home and grabs a roll to eat in town. 
She never was big on breakfast.

After mom left Aunt Clara and I started our run. I tried to catch her as I had in 
the dream but she stayed just out of reach. She ran me on a big circle that 
ended at the house. She gave me my bear hug and a quick kiss but before I 
could do anything she had spun out of my arms and disappeared inside.

After I showered I found her at the table fully dressed as if nothing had 
happened. She fixed us breakfast and then went about the household chores. 
After lunch she sat on the sofa reading a novel. I walked up behind her and 
read a little over her shoulder. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me so I gave up 
and sat beside her. She closed her book and talked about what it took to run a 
marathon. At the there was only one marathon on my mind and it didn’t 
include running. She asked me if I would like to run in a real race and at that 
point I would have agreed with anything she said. She gave me a kiss and 
promised she would train me to be a runner.

The next day I ran my butt off; the end result was still the same, I couldn’t 
catch her. The following day when we got back to the house and she gave me 
my hug and kiss. She put her arms around me and we were pressed together in 
full contact. We held the kiss for long moment and as I became aroused and 
erect she adjusted her position until it pressed into the softness between her 
legs. I moved my arms down from her waist and cupped her boyish cheeks in 
my hands. When she offered no protest I crushed her pelvis against mine. I 
didn’t know what to expect but she simply melted against me and continued 
her embrace. We were both breathing heavily, me from running and 
excitement and she from excitement for I hadn’t run far enough for her to be 
tired.

I picked her up and carried her to my room and lay her on the bed. I lay down 
beside her and hugged her to me. I wasn’t to clear on what was supposed to 
happen after that but she helped me. She pulled my top off and I returned the 
favor for her. From the waist up she didn’t have an ounce of excess flesh. I 
could almost count her ribs and her breasts were little more than nipples on 
small half oranges. I reached out and took one in my hand and she gasped as I 
felt her nipple harden under my fingers. I bent over and took the other nipple 
in my mouth and began to suck gently . I found that I could get almost her 
whole breast in my mouth and still massage the nipple with my tongue. This 
drove her wild. I started to put my hand under the waistband of her 
sweatpants but she stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist.

"No, John. That would be wrong, I’m your aunt. I don’t know why I let things 
go this far. We have to stop."

I moved my hand back to her breast and continued to play with her nipples and 
she offered no further protest. Eventually I became so aroused my urge was 
uncontrollable. I rolled on top of her and began to make the motions of love 
against her soft mound. In my excited state I had an orgasm almost in seconds. 
When I finished she kissed me tenderly and said, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, but I need more.", I replied.

"God, you don’t know how much I want to but it would be wrong.", she said.

I silenced her words with another kiss and began to slowly hump against her 
as my erection returned. Soon she was responding to my motions with thrusts 
of her own. I could stand it no longer and I got up on my knees and grabbed her 
waistband and pulled her sweat pants down to her ankles. She protested and 
made a half-hearted attempt to resist but eventually I got them off. I slid my 
pants down to my knees and lay down on top of her. After a few fumbles I 
found the entrance to her garden of Venus and with little short strokes slipped 
inside. Nothing I had ever done prepared me for the feeling that greeted me 
deep inside her soft, warm flesh. I was imprisoned in a warm rubbery prison 
and I could feel little spasms and contractions grip me even tighter. What I had 
been longing for since my first wet dream was in reality far better than 
anything I could had ever imagined. Masturbation was a pale ghost compared 
to having a real woman beneath you.

I was totally unprepared for Aunt Clara’s reaction to our coupling. She became 
an animal beneath me. Her thrusts were so violent that she almost threw me 
off. She wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed me tightly to her and 
her arms felt like ropes tightly binding me against her tiny breasts and upper 
torso. We finally found a rhythm that worked and in short order she was 
making loud grunts and moans with each stroke. I exploded inside her and I 
could feel her contractions as she had a violent orgasm. We both fell into a limp 
heap; totally spent for the moment.

I kissed her and she kissed me back with the warmest, wettest, and tenderest 
kiss I have ever received in my entire life. Her plain face became beautiful with 
contentment. My penis still deep inside, I could feel little spasms still echoing 
her orgasm.

"I’m sorry, Aunt Clara, I just couldn’t stop."

"Don’t be, I teased you until you could do nothing else. Don’t call my Aunt 
Clara while we are making love; call me Claire, that’s my real name and I like 
hearing it."

"Claire, your name is as beautiful as you are when you make love."

I felt myself stiffening inside her and started making love motions again. She 
was so wet and slippery from our mingled juices that each stroke made wet 
slobbering sounds. The faster and harder we pistoned our bodies together the 
louder and more obscene the noises became. We began laughing at the noises 
and tried even harder to make them worse. Silence fell only when we found 
release and collapsed for the second time. When I got tired she got on top and 
rode me like a demented horsewoman. Over and over we made love until we 
had exhausted my thirteen year young stamina.  It was lunch time before we 
decided to take a shower and call it quits.

Every day except Sunday we would run and afterward make love until we 
reached the limits of my endurance. Sunday was mom’s day off and since we 
were a noisy pair in bed we took a day off also. If I was lazy or didn’t put my 
heart into a morning run Claire would withhold her charms for that day as her 
method of discipline. I was highly motivated to run and run well.

The next spring I set a new state record for the five mile cross country and 
placed fifth in the state marathon. Claire had excellent coaching skills.

Late the next summer mom lost her job and Claire moved on to another 
relative’s house who needed help. I only saw her alone a couple of times 
afterward and each time was as rewarding as our first. I’ll never forget her and 
I’ll always love my plain skinny Aunt Clara; my beautiful and sexy Claire.
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