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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
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	Summer Vacation
              by Ann Douglas
                 Part One

	“Great, just freaking great!”  Michael Kent
said to himself as he finally gave up trying to get
his old 88 Escort to turn over. “This is the perfect
end to a perfect night!” 
	A frown on his face, the eighteen year old
locked up the car and set out on foot.  It could be
worse, he told himself.  It could be raining and he
could be much more than a half mile from his
destination.
	“I guess everything this summer couldn’t
go right,” he reminded himself as he ran his hand
across his short sandy hair.  
	Actually, up until tonight, just about
everything had gone right this summer.  A lot
better than he could’ve envisioned last June.  That
was when his parents, both professors of history
at Midwestern, had announced that they were
going to spend July and August as volunteers at a
New Mexico recreation of a old frontier town. 
Despite his father’s opinion that it would be a
great learning experience for him, Michael wasn’t
thrilled at the prospect of spending a few month as
part of 19th century America.  The recreation was
planned to be as authentic as possible.  No
modern convinces at all.  If it wasn’t part of the
1877 western frontier, then it wouldn’t be
available.
	He had tried unsuccessfully to convince his
parents that he was mature enough to be on his
own for those two months. After all, he had
argued, he would be turning 18 in the middle of
August.  Still they hadn’t be convinced.  A few
too many stunts during his senior year of high
school had caused them to doubt his ability to stay
out of trouble without supervision.
	His vacation months had seemed bleak
indeed until salvation had come in the form of a
phone call between his mother and her former
sister-in-law.  Janet Kent had casually mentioned
her son’s reluctance to join them on their
expedition, noting that she could see his side of it
but also agreed with her husband that they weren’t
comfortable with leaving Michael on his own for
most of the summer.
	Karyn Gray had listened to Janet’s
problem and after some thought, offered to have
him spend the summer with her.  The small town
of Eaglestone might not be the college town he
was use too, but she was sure that Michael would
enjoy it. At least he would at least still be in the
modern world. Janet had thanked her for her offer
and said that she would talk it over with her
husband and get back to her.
	Janet had always liked Karyn Gray, ever
since the day her brother had introduced her to the
family as his fiancée. She and Jack had been
married for 12 years when he died of a heart
attack at 45.  That had been 7 years ago. Their
marriage had produced no children but together
they had started a business that left Karyn well
provided for.  In fact, she still ran it and had
almost doubled it’s value in the years since.  Janet 
felt she’d have no problem with letting Karyn look
after her son.
	At first, Michael hadn’t been too keen on
the idea.  He barely remembered his Aunt, having
last seen her at the funeral for his Uncle when he
was only 11.  He knew his mother still kept in
touch with her, but not much more. He only
agreed when it became apparent that his older
sister didn’t want him staying with her and her
new husband. It was either Eaglestone or the old
west.  At least Eaglestone had cable TV.  
	One extra goodie he had gotten out of the
deal was that his father had paid for the tune up of
his car.  If he was going to drive it 300 miles to
Eaglestone, it was the least he could do.  Michael
had suggested they he could take the Jeep
Cherokee instead, but his father suggested that he
was pressing his luck.  Instead he had been handed
a AAA card and a cell phone to call them if he
broke down enroute. 


	Michael was unsure what to expect when
he got to Eaglestone.  Like he’d noted before, he
knew very little about his Aunt.  He knew she was
47 years old and hadn’t remarried following his
Uncle’s death.  He remembered that they had
always been nice to him when he’d been young, 
never forgetting a birthday or Christmas.  In fact,
even after Jack Gray passed away, his widow had
continued to send him those gift checks. It was
something, she had mentioned in one of her cards,
that Jack would’ve wanted her to do.  
	Still, he entered the small town with a
certain sense of trepidation.  For some reason, the
image of old lady Wilson, one of their neighbors,
kept coming to mind.  Like his Aunt, Martha
Wilson had lost her husband at a relatively early
age.  From what his parents had told him, she had
been a very pleasant person to be around prior to
that. 
	 In fact, she had been a rather attractive
women.  It was a shame, they’d said, she hadn’t
tried to find some happiness after her loss. 
Instead she’d become a bitter woman who let
herself go.  She as the type of person who hated
the idea of anyone enjoying themselves.  Michael
knew from personal experience that Mrs. Wilson
loved calling the police whenever she spotted any
teenagers parking with their dates in the open
fields behind her house.      
	
	Five minutes after pulling up to Aunt
Karyn’s house on the far edge of town, Michael
was delighted to find that all of his fears had been
unfounded.  Karyn Gray was a person full of life
and enthusiasm who wasted no time in making
him feel welcome.  She insisted that he call her
Karyn since, after all, he was an adult now and
they had never really been related, except of
course by marriage.  She quickly got him settled in
and told him to consider her house his for the next
few months.   
	The only awkward moment of his settling
in came that first Sunday morning after his arrival
when Karyn had come down to breakfast. 
Michael had thought to thank her by making
pancakes.  Lured by the sweet smell of freshly
made cakes, Karyn had come right down in her
nightgown.
	Sitting down at the kitchen table, bathing
in the early morning sun, the red haired woman’s
modest nightwear became almost transparent -- 
to both Michael’s delight and embarrassment.
Karyn Gray had a full body that Michael’s art
history teacher would’ve described as rubenesque.
Unlike most of the girls his own age, who starved
themselves to look skinny, Karyn carried her
figure well, creating a look that was both healthy
and sexy.  It was all Michael could do not to stare
at the large nipples pressing through the material
of her nightgown.  Karyn seemed to ignore the
entire incident and instead commented on how
wonderful the meal was.  From that day however,
she never came down to breakfast without first
putting a bathrobe on. 

	Over the next week, Karyn again surprised
Michael by inviting him to a few social events and
taking pains to introduce him to many of the
town’s teenage girls. It was at one of these events
that he met Cindy Stanton.  
	A few months younger, Cindy had also
just finished high school the previous June.  She
was 5’ 6’, only two inches shorter than Michael,
brunette and blessed with a 36 inch bust.  She was
easily the most sought after girl in her senior class. 
	To his amazement, she was the one who
first approached him -- mentioning something his
having the most striking blue eyes she’d ever seen. 
If he had bothered to use those eyes, Michael
would’ve seen the angry look of the young man
who had escorted Cindy to the dance.  Instead he
only had interest in Cindy’s charm, her warm
smile, and of course those gorgeous tits.

	Michael and Cindy quickly became an item
over the next few weeks, getting a little more
serious each time they went out.  By the fourth
date, Michael had gotten an even better look at
those grand mounds and how soft they could feel. 
By the sixth date, she had given him a hand-job
and a week later had let him put his hand down
her panties and get her off as well. He had tried to
get her to give him a blow job, but she said that
wasn’t the sort of thing she liked to do.  To help
alleviate her date’s obvious disappointment at that
little piece of news, Cindy had promised to make
it up to him soon with something even better.
Michael was sure that by his birthday he’d get to
screw her. Not that he was a virgin or anything,
having done it with two girls back home.

	All this time, Karyn encouraged his pursuit
of Cindy, saying there was nothing like a summer
fling at his age.  At the same time, she admonished
him to keep a level head about him.  Adding with
a smile she didn’t want to have to try and explain
any ‘accidents’ to his mother.
	During the times when he wasn’t with
Cindy, it became obvious to Michael that his Aunt
was a well respected member of the community. 
She was on the town council as well as a number
of church committees.  In the few weeks he had
been there, however, he had never seen her
interested in any kind of personal social life.  He
supposed that people might reach a point in life
that they were no longer interested in having sex
and stuff, but personally, he couldn’t image it. 
After all, she kept encouraging him with Cindy, so
she was far from being a prude.

	It was the following Tuesday that Michael
learned just how wrong he’d been about his Aunt.
Cindy had cancelled their afternoon date, saying
that she wanted to go shopping with some of her
girlfriends instead.  Seeing that his birthday was
less than a week off, Michael assumed she wanted
to shop for a gift for him and said he understood.
	Stopping by his Aunt’s business office, he
learned that she had left early for the day, saying
she had some work to get done at home.  Michael
was surprised that Karyn hadn’t mentioned it to
him at breakfast, then figured that it must’ve been
something that just came up. With nothing else to
do, he decided to head home and offer a hand. It
was the least he could do after all the great things
she’d done for him.

	 Arriving home, Michael saw a delivery
van in the driveway.  The sign on the side of it
identified it as belonging to Salvatori’s Deli and
Meats.  Remembering that Karyn had a large
freezer in the basement and usually ordered food
in bulk, she must’ve come home to wait for a
delivery.  If she asked, Michael thought, he
would’ve been happy to have taken care of it for
her.  There was no need for her to have left work.
	Then in a moment of embarrassment, the
young man realized that the first thing he had said
to her this morning was that he was meeting
Cindy for lunch and then they were going
shopping. It might’ve been her intention but he
never gave her the chance to ask.
	Feeling a bit guilty, Michael decided to
head around to the back porch where deliveries
were usually made.  At least he could lend a hand
carrying everything down to the basement.      

	Rather than try to squeeze by the van, he
walked down the narrow path between the side of
the house and the fence. Michael had to turn his
body sideways to get by some of the larger
bushes. In doing so, he couldn’t help but look into
the large side window that faced the back of the
living room.  What he saw almost sent him into
shock.
	The van outside belonged to Salvatori’s all
right, in fact it had been driven out there by Mr.
Salvatori himself. Only it wasn’t just deli he had
been delivering.  The 55 year old store owner was
sitting back on the large plush couch, his sport
shirt wide open, revealing a very hairy chest and
slightly paunchy stomach. 
	 What immediately drew the teenagers
attention, was the fact that the older man’s pants
were also open and pulled down to around his
knees.  Open to anyone who happened to look, as
Michael now was, was the largest cock he had
ever seen outside of one of those adult films they
used to watch over at Billy Smith’s house back
home.  Up to this moment, Michael had always
thought cocks that size were faked somehow,
some kind of trick photography.  But there, less
than a dozen feet away was the longest, thickest
example of manhood he had ever scene.
	What was even more incredible, in the
young man’s eyes, was the fact that this monster
was currently sliding in and out of his Aunt
Karyn’s mouth.  Transfixed, he held his breath as
he watch’s Karyn’s head move up and down,
taking as much of Mr. Salvatori’s manhood into
her mouth as she could.
	  It actually took a few moments for the
startled young man to realize that his Aunt was in
as much a state of undress as Mr. Salvatori.  Her
bra and dress were tossed on the floor, leaving her
with only a slip and panties.  From his angle of
view, Michael would barely make out Karyn’s
large breasts, but then she shifted and he got more
than an eyeful.  
	In a moment of curiosity, Michael had
looked at the tag on one of Karyn’s bras when he
was sorting the laundry -- it was a 38D. From
similar examinations growing up, he knew that his
sister wore a 34C and even his mother who was a
big beautiful woman, as his father always said,
was only a 36C.  Cindy, who’s breasts he had so
recently been hypnotized by, almost paled in
comparison to this woman over twice her age.
	
	Pressed back against the bushes and the
fence, Michael hoped he couldn’t be seen from the
inside. A small part of him told him he should get
the hell out of there, but an even larger part told
him to stay.  He could feel his own cock growing
harder, straining against his pants and causing him
to reach into his empty pocket and rub it from the
inside.  
	Meanwhile, unmindful of his presence,
Karyn had finally released Mr. Salvatori’s cock
from her mouth and had stood up from the couch. 
As she paused to remove the last of her clothing,
Michael got his best look yet at the older woman’s
body.
	The nipples which has so held his attention
that Sunday morning were even bigger than he
had imagined.  Surrounded by dark pink circles as
round as a soda can, the stiff nubs had been
excited to a very visible length.  The center of her
body was very pale, made much more so by the
dark tan covering the rest of her. Evidently, Karyn
didn’t go in for nude sunbathing or even two piece
suit.  It was the first time Michael had ever seen a
woman’s body like that, and the teen found it to
be very erotic. 
	As she spread her legs, Michael saw that
the soft patch of hair resting there was a mixture
of white and red, the only example of her age on
her body -- at least in his opinion.  Later on in
retrospect, he would realize that he was seeing her
in an idealized view, but at this moment, who
cared.   
	Taking Angelo Salvatori’s manhood in her
hand, Karyn carefully positioned it at the entrance
to her womanhood.  In an act Michael wouldn’t
have thought possible, she began to slowly lower
herself onto it.  Pausing every few inches to slide
up a little and then continue downward once
more, it wasn’t long before she taken it fully inside
herself.
	Mr. Salvatori was content to let her
control his entry into her, preferring instead to
play with her large breasts.  Playfully he ran his
fingers across her mounds, rubbing her nipples
and taking them between his fingers.  At the same
time, he would kiss her neck and when she turned
her head to meet him, her lips as well.
	Once she was comfortable with him inside 
her, Karyn began to shift her body and pump his
cock.  Her entire body soon got into it as she
began to gyrate in a powerful motion, back and
forth as well as up and down.  Mr. Salvatori was
now satisfied to lean back and let Karyn control
events.  Faster and faster she moved, the  look of
rapture on his face reflected in hers.  Then, in
what seemed like no time at all, Angelo Salvatori
let out a series of large gasps as he emptied
himself into the woman atop him.
	Karyn continued to pump Angelo, until
she too had been satisfied.  Then she leaned back
and kissed him one last time.  They sat there for a
few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of their
recent coupling.  Karyn then shifted her body and
let him slide out of her.  From his vantage point,
Michael could see that even spent, it was an
impressive symbol of manhood.
	Carefully, Michael continued on his way to
the back of the house.  He wasn’t surprised to find
no delivery piled up by the back door.  Wanting
not to arrive home until after Mr. Salvatori had
gone, Michael went out past the house and took a
long walk in the woods out back.  The walk had
lasted almost two hours.

	While he had walked, Michael tried to put
what he had just watched in perspective.  Why
had Karyn needed to sneak home to meet a lover. 
It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong. 
His Aunt was a widow and from what he had
learned about the people in this small town, Mr.
Salvatori had never been married.  Why didn’t
they simply go out on a date. No one would think
it strange that they had a relationship.     
	Then it hit him.  It wasn’t that Karyn was
looking for a new husband, or even a boyfriend. 
It was simply that she was horny. She had been
living alone for seven years now and liked it that
way.  Simple, uncomplicated sex was how she
preferred it.  It was funny in a way, he thought,
that people her age could be just like people his
age.  It gave him something to think about.
	When he got back to the house later, he
quickly said hello to his Aunt, who was sitting
there reading the mail, and then rushed up stairs to
clean up.  He needed a change of underwear. 
While watching his Aunt get laid, the excited
teenager had come in his pants.
	The final footnote to the whole episode
came a few days later when Michael went with his
Aunt to Salvatori’s Deli.  There, standing among
many of the towns most upstanding citizens,
Karyn complimented Mr. Salvatori on the quality
of the sausage he given her the other day.  In turn,
the slightly balding man behind the counter said he
would be happy to get more of it for her anytime
she wanted.
	Michael had to bite down on his lip hard as
not to laugh at the private joke between the two
of them.  Especially when Mrs. Nelson, the self
appointed guardian of morals for the community,
told Mr. Salvatori that she wouldn’t mind a good
piece of sausage herself.  The one her husband
usually brought home never really suited her taste.   

	Yes, it had been a fun and exciting
summer.  Even with tonight’s disaster,  Michael
was going to be sorry to leave for college next
week. When he’d left his Aunt’s house a few
hours ago, he fully expected tonight to be the
night when he finally got to screw Cindy.  She had
been hinting about it for the last two weeks. 
	Originally he thought it would be his
birthday present, but Cindy hadn’t even come to
the small birthday party Karyn had thrown for
him, saying she wasn’t feeling good.  Then when
they’d gone out last weekend, the brunette had
told him that it was a bad week for her to do
something like that.  Michael had taken the hint
and settled for a hand job once again.
	Tonight though, was going to be the night,
he had been sure of it.  He had taken special care
to get ready for tonight’s date, going so far as to
stop by the barber’s for a quick trim. Dressed in
his best, he had said good-bye to his Aunt and told
her that he expected to be home rather late. In an
almost encouraging tone which he could never
had imagining coming from his mother, Karyn had
told him to have a good time.  
	Somewhat reluctantly, his car had started
and Michael was on his way.  Cindy lived on the
other side of town and the trip took about ten
minutes.  Pulling up in front of her house, Michael
had to take a few minutes to compose himself. 
After all, it would be bad form to show up on her
doorstep sporting a raging hard on, no matter how
useful it might be later on.
	After all the time he had spent getting
ready for their date, Michael experienced a sudden
feeling of disappointment when the door opened
and there stood Cindy in a simple blouse and
jeans.  The look on her face told him immediately
that something was wrong.    	
	“Mike, I really should have called you
earlier,”  she began in an apologetic voice. “I
really meant to.”
	It was then, looking over her shoulder,
that Michael saw the young man standing in the
living room.  He didn’t know him, but the face
was familiar. Then it hit him. That had been the
guy who had been with Cindy the night he had
met her. His name had been Bob something or
other.
	“It’s just that I’ve really begun to think
that we’ve been going a little far too fast.”  Cindy
had been saying.  “After all, you’re leaving next
week and I don’t think I’m really cut out for a
long distance relationship.”
	“Not while you have old Bob handy,”
Michael thought but didn’t say.   
	“So I hope you’ll understand why I can’t
go out with you again,”  she concluded.
	Michael didn’t say a word, he just turned
and walked back to his car.  There was really
nothing for him to say.  This time, thankfully, his
car had started right up and he quickly pulled
away.  
	As he drove down the semi-dark streets,
Michael wondered if Cindy had ever really been
serious about him. Or had the whole summer
relationship just been a ploy to make her
boyfriend, for that was what he was sure Bob had
been, take more notice of her.  He supposed he
should feel angry or something, but all he felt was
a sense of disappointment.  In a way, for whatever
the reason, Cindy had been right.  Next week he
would be gone, and to be honest with himself, he
hadn’t ever considered their relationship to have
been anything else but a summer fling. 

	The block Karyn lived on was at the
bottom of a small hill, so when Michael reached
the top of it, he could see her house in the
distance.  Making his way down the street, he
noticed a dark green car sitting in the driveway --
evidently his Aunt had company.  
	A wide smile came to his face as the
teenager  remembered the last time he had come
home a little early and found someone parked in
the driveway.  The memory of Karyn riding
Angelo Salvatori’s massive cock brought a sudden
stirring to Michael’s own.  A reminder that he
hadn’t gotten laid tonight as he planned.  A visit
to the bathroom before he turned in tonight was
definitely in order.  
	When he was less than a half block away,
the car became more identifiable and any thought
that Karyn had been more lucky than he’d been
tonight went out the window.  He’d seen the car
every week when he’d gone with his Aunt to the
local church.  There was as much chance of his
walking in and finding his Aunt screwing the Right
Reverend Joshua McKenzie as there was his
getting the chance to screw a Hollywood starlet.
	Aunt Karyn was on many local committees
and the Reverend had undoubtedly dropped by to
talk to her about some function or other.  It
wouldn’t be the first time.       
	In fact, it was the sudden recollection of
Reverend McKenzie’s last visit that make the
sandy haired youth decide to walk around to the
back door and come in that way.  If he was lucky,
he could grab a soda and a snack and head up to
his room after a quick hello.  He really wasn’t in
the mood for one of the man’s never-ending
lectures on what was wrong with people today. 
Which in his opinion, Michael had quickly learned,
was that they didn’t look at the world in the same
way that he did.   
	
	Skirting around the house, Michael saw
that the only lights on where in the living room
and the kitchen.  Since there was no one in the
kitchen when he came in the back door, they had
to be in the outer room.  The shades had been
drawn when he passed the window so he couldn’t
tell who else might be attending the meeting.  He
knew there had to be someone else, the Reverend
would never put himself in the position of being
alone with a woman other than his wife.  

	Michael quickly made himself a snack tray,
raiding the refrigerator for leftovers, and poured
himself a glass of soda.  With luck he would be up
in room in a few minutes where he could relax and
watch the TV up there.     
	Backing into the swinging kitchen door
while he held onto the serving tray, Michael
turned as he walked.  He got two steps into the
living room before he spotted Karyn and her guest
on the couch.      

	“Holy Shit!!”  Michael called out as he
looked at the couch.
	The shock of what he was looking at was
so much that he let go of the heavily laded snack
tray, causing it to drop to the hard wood floor
with a loud, resounding crash. 
	Time stood still for a brief moment before
anyone could react to Michael’s outburst or the
shattering impact of glass bowls and tumblers.  In
that instant, the young man’s mind took in every
aspect of the image a few feet in front of him.
	He noticed the two half empty bottles of
wine on the coffee table, as well as the crystal
goblets that went with them. Tossed across the
table as well, was the dark blue dress Karyn had
been wearing when he’d left on his date. At the
moment, his Aunt was wearing little more than a
smile as she leaned back on the sofa, her legs
raised high and wide in order to give her guest a
clear access to her pussy.  Her head was tilted
back and her eyes closed. She had clearly been
enjoying the oral ministrations of the equally
naked figure kneeing in front of her.     
	From where he stood, Michael wasn’t able
to make out any features, but the short curly 
blond hair was a dead giveaway.  He hadn’t
considered the idea that the car out front might be
driven by someone other than the Reverend 
McKenzie.  There was no mistaking the woman
eagerly licking his Aunt’s open pussy.  It was
Bernadette McKenzie, the Minister’s wife.  


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