Auntie Loves Baby
By Shooterguy (shooterguy123@yahoo.com)

This is a story about an aunt and nephew relationship where the 
aunt wants her own baby girl. Sometimes boys can be girls. (Fb, 
ped, inc)


When I was a young boy of about ten, my aunt came to live with us 
for a short period. Louise was not an ordinary woman. Having been 
married and divorced, she was wise to the ways of most of the 
world and accepting of the things she may not yet be aware. Not an 
extraordinarily good looking woman, she still had an 
attractiveness about her. 

Aunt Louise and I agreed on most things and I often went for her 
on walks through the fields near our home. She wanted company and 
I wanted out of the house. At ten, mom would not let me venture 
far from home alone, so this provided a perfect opportunity for 
me.

As time went by Aunt Louise discussed her life to a degree and 
expressed many times the wish that she had been able to have 
children of her own, particularly a daughter. She wanted someone 
to care for and talk with, to love and be with. After several of 
these talks, I told her I was sorry I was a boy and could not help 
her. She laughed and our walks and talks continued until she found 
a small apartment in a local town and moved out of our home. We 
managed to keep in contact though as our family was reasonably 
close and we visited her about every two weeks. I missed our walks 
and being able to get away from the yard, but it was her moving 
out that changed our relationship.

School had just let out and at 11, I was an average sized young 
man with a lot of energy. With little to do, my aunt suggested 
that I spend a few weeks at her home and we could explore the town 
a little together and perhaps, if time allowed, take a few day 
trips to other towns and explore them. My mom agreed to let me do 
it and I was so excited about my adventure I could not wait for 
the day to arrive.

About the second week in June, my dad drove me into town on Friday 
night an left me with my aunt. My aunt was eagerly awaiting my 
arrival and met us almost as soon as we parked the car. On leaving 
all my dad said was "be a good boy and we'll see you in two 
weeks." I promised I would—and I meant it. Aunt Louise said not to 
worry, that she would make sure I had a good time. 

We went into her apartment where everything was in order and 
neatly placed. She told me it was a habit of hers and all things 
were meant to be in their place. With that she showed me where I 
would be sleeping. It was a small room just outside her bedroom 
and not useful for much other than a small bed, desk, and 
bookcase. I loved it! With the exception of one thing. It was 
obviously feminine. But that was a small matter of little concern. 
It would do for my stay, and hey, I was going to have fun.

That evening we watched several TV shows and ate popcorn and had 
soda to drink. These were things not normally had in my house so 
it was a super time for me. Aunt Louise mentioned her loneliness 
and how she missed our walks. The town was not large, but it was 
of sufficient size to intimidate some people. It was also 
impersonal. My aunt did not know anyone in her apartment building 
and had little incentive to get to know them. Typical city life.

Aunt Louise said it was good to see that I had grown up some and 
was a handsome young man. At 11 I was growing, but still had some 
childish features like my face. I had not developed the chiseled 
face of a young adolescent male as yet, rather having somewhat 
softer features. My aunt then mentioned that if she had a child 
she would want them to be as nice and thoughtful as I had always 
been. With that said, she asked if "I was willing to discuss 
something with her and possibly assist her with something she had 
always wanted." I readily agreed as she was my favorite aunt and 
had always been nice to me. 

Aunt Louise began by asking if I remembered our walks and talks 
about how she had wanted a child of her own. I stated that I did. 
She then asked if over the next two weeks it might be possible 
that for a part of that time I would be willing to let her have a 
"girl" to care for in her home. I said "I am not sure what you are 
asking me." She replied "would it be OK for me to assist you 
dressing like a girl and pretending to be her daughter." I timidly 
agreed, not knowing exactly what she was asking me to do or the 
consequences of it. Aunt Louise was overjoyed and hugged me for 
"helping her with something she always wanted." 

The next morning Aunt Louise woke me up for breakfast and told me 
to shower and dress as we would be going shopping. After 
everything was cleaned up from breakfast we walked downtown to a 
large department store. Seeking out the Girls Department, Aunt 
Louise began to shop for her "daughter." Soon the basket was 
filled with silky panties and tights, nightwear, a bra or two, and 
other assorted feminine "underthings." We went to a section where 
blouses, skirts and dresses were sold, where she selected several 
items in each area. After looking at almost everything, she nodded 
and said "well, we are almost done." I had not had a lot of 
discussion with her, but knew each item had been selected for me. 
She took me to the lunch area and bought me a soda while she 
picked up a few more things. When she returned, we left with her 
purchases, and went home. 

That afternoon, in my aunt's apartment, I was transformed from a 
young boy to a young lady. My aunt started it by asking me if I 
was sure I wanted to do this for her and if I was trusting enough 
to allow her to do it. I was and told her to "make me the daughter 
you always wanted Aunt Louise." With that Aunt Louise told me to 
wait in the living room while she made some preparations. 

Shortly I heard water running and, in a few more minutes, Aunt 
Louise returned and told me to follow her. I went to her room 
where she told me to remove all of my clothes, which I did. I felt 
somewhat awkward naked before her. She noticed the affect on me 
and said "do not worry, this is our special time and there is 
nothing to hide from each other." That said, she took my hand and 
led me into her master bath where a warm bubble bath was waiting 
for me. Slowly she assisted me get in the tub and began to gently 
wash me with the obviously perfumed water. She told me to relax 
and soak in the tub and she would be back. I lay there for ten or 
so minutes while she rustled with something in her bedroom. When 
she reentered the bathroom, she washed my hair, rinsed me off and 
patted me dry with the softest towel I think I ever felt. 

Once dry, my aunt led me to her bedroom where she commented on a 
"fine looking piece" that I was growing, referring to my penis. I 
shyly grinned and said nothing. Aunt Louise then began to powder 
me with a soft puff and scented powder. She then had me place a 
pair of silky panties on that closely fit my body. Next came a bra 
that had very small places for my breasts, which I do not have. To 
make the bra seem to be restraining breasts, Aunt Louise padded 
them with tissues until they looked real. She then placed a pair 
of dark pantyhose on me and a really frilly edged slip on me. She 
topped all this off with a nice lacy blue dress and a pair of blue 
shoes with straps. Aunt Louise then went to her dressing table and 
brought back a wig which she placed on my head and brushed lightly 
to get into place. 

Until now I had seem all of these things going on, but had not 
seen me in them. Aunt Louise took me by the hand and led me to a 
door that had a long mirror on it. She said, "I want you to meet 
my daughter, Kim. With that, she moved the door and I stood face 
to face with a very pretty young girl that was me!

My aunt simply stood there with a tear in her eye and exclaimed 
"how beautiful" I was. She simply adored how I looked and was 
obviously happy with her creation. We went to the living room 
where we watched more TV and became accustomed to me being 
referred to as Kim. I soon began answering her out of response 
rather than thought. Luckily my voice had not deepened 
significantly and I sounded like a little raspy girl when I spoke. 
By early evening, I was quite comfortable with my new self as a 
young lady. So comfortable in fact, that we decided to go for a 
walk around the local area while I was dressed. Several comments 
were made about the pretty young girl by passers by and my aunt 
and I said nothing. 

When we got back home, I was instructed to get out of my clothes 
and into sleepwear left out for me. I did this, putting on a silky 
white gown that came down to my mid thighs. Aunt Louise approved 
and told me sit on her bed while she got ready herself. I was 
amazed as she removed her dress and revealed a very nicely 
maintained body. She wore nice lingerie under her dress which 
included a matching bra and panty set. Her breasts were firm and 
slightly up-tilted nipples were peeking over the top of the bra 
cups. 

These were real breasts and they looked nice. She finally places a 
short top on and said we had to go to bed now. She took me to my 
room where she tucked me in to the satin sheets on the bed. There 
was a cool, slick feeling as my nightgown slid over the sheets. I 
liked it. Aunt Louise tucked me in and kissed "Kim" goodnight. I 
lay there thinking that this was not a bad thing for me to be 
dressed like and be her daughter. At 45, it was unlikely she would 
marry and have a child so what was it hurting.
 
After about the first week, I was completely comfortable with my 
role. I dressed on my own and fully acted the part for her. I only 
hated the going to the bathroom part. There was so much more for 
girls to do to go and then redress. 

One evening near the beginning of the second week, my aunt and I 
had begun freely dressing in front of each other. Daily I was 
shocked by how well she maintained herself at all times. There was 
a patch of hair in her crotch that was neatly trimmed. I had no 
idea what that was all about, but I was, as she, happy. Then as 
the night approached, she indicated she wanted to try some new 
things and would I mind. I said "no" and she told me that that 
night I would begin to sleep with her. She wanted to know what it 
was like to have a child in her bed. I did not mind, so later we 
went to her room and prepared for bed. I got in first after 
putting on my gown. 

Aunt Louise put a nice gown on that was low cut in the front and 
flowed to her feet. She got in bed and turned off the light. Soon 
she rolled towards me and kissed me on the forehead saying 
"goodnight." I replied with the same and she said we could pillow 
talk a little. The bed was a king size one and she told me to move 
closer so that we would not have to yell. Close enough for girl-
talk she called it. I moved closer and she took my hand in hers. 
She told me how excited she had been all week as her "daughter" 
was perfect. Now she wanted to tell me more about being a girl and 
pillow talk was perfect for that. 

She began by asking me what I knew about sex. I told her they had 
mentioned it in school last year, but the discussion was not much 
and I was unsure about a lot of it. "Fine' she responded. "Kim, I 
am going to share all my girl secrets with you." Who was I to 
argue. Aunt Louise began by asking me if she was the first girl 
that was ever naked in front of me and I replied that "she was." 
She giggled and said "I am so glad. I want to be your teacher Kim. 
I want to teach you about being a woman and how it feels." Ok 
"mommy" I replied. 

With that, my aunt took my hand from hers and placed it on her 
breasts. "I know you wonder about these" she said. "Well, now is 
the time to learn Kim, so feel free to explore my breasts." I 
began to rub her now exposed breasts in the semi darkness. They 
were very firm and the darker area near the nipples contracted at 
my touch, making the nipple stand out. Aunt Louise sighed and said 
it had been a long time since they had been so lovingly touched. 
"Kim, I want you to suckle my breasts like a baby seeking milk. 
Can you do that for mommy?" "I will, mommy," I replied. I placed 
my lips on her right breast and took the nipple to my lips. 

She moaned, "I love my suckling baby. Please suckle my breasts my 
darling and take mommy's milk." Although there was no milk, 
sucking on her nipples was exciting and her encouragement was to 
be gentle and to gently squeeze the breasts as I sucked. Soon she 
was cooing like a baby and her hand was gently rubbing my chest as 
her fingers tweaked my nipples. Never let it be said silk panties 
will restrain a young boy's growing cock. I was definitely 
excited, and had little idea why. This activity continued until my 
aunt said we had to "stop and sleep." Reluctantly, I released my 
lips from her nipples and thanked her for letting me suckle her. 
She was pleased her "daughter liked her milk." 

Laying there, I soon was asleep. I awoke in the middle of the 
night, and my aunt took her right breast, placed it to my lips and 
told me to "drink her milk to put me to sleep." I do not remember 
but I must have gone to sleep with her breastfeeding me. Next 
morning she was up well before me and as I dressed and prepared 
for the day, she thanked me for being such a good daughter. To 
repay me, she would teach me more that night. I could hardly wait! 
The rest of the day I eagerly awaited her next lesson with me.

We prepared for bed just like the night before. Aunt Louise asked 
if I wanted to repeat our breastfeeding and I did. She removed her 
breasts from her gown and I was permitted to lick, suck, and play 
with them for about 30 minutes. At that point my aunt was moaning 
and telling me how well I "emptied her milk," but that it "was 
making her very warm." She said she would have to show me what we 
girls felt when our nipples were excited. Something that was tied 
to them inside. With that said, she took my hand and in the 
darkness, placed it on her flat abdomen. Slowly she moved it 
between her legs and I immediately felt a moisture that was very 
slick between her legs. 

"Look how much your suckling has excited me" she said. "You make 
momma want to make another baby girl like you!" I had no idea what 
she was talking about, but was feeling my penis harden in my silky 
panties. My aunt told me to slowly stroke my fingers through the 
opening between her legs and insert them into her when I found the 
opening at the lower part. As I did this, her moans were louder 
and her body seemed to rise and fall with my strokes. "Mommy," I 
said. "Yes," she replied. "Am I making you feel good and happy 
now?" "Oh YES" she responded. "Please don't stop." I continued to 
stroke her and insert my fingers into her body as she became more 
active, suddenly stiffening and then holding it for a few moments 
after which she exhaled loudly, shuddered, and exclaimed "My God, 
that was unbelievable." I was unsure what had happened, but was 
glad she was happy. Again, that night, I went to sleep sucking her 
breasts as she held me close, my cock still hard in my silk 
panties.

Our week went much the same each night. On the last night, we lay 
in bed and Aunt Louise asked if I could help her while she taught 
me one other thing. I was more than eager. Swiftly, she removed 
her nightgown and was naked in the bed. I was instructed to remove 
all of my clothing also. I removed my nightgown and panties and 
lay them on the floor. My aunt said that "it was not possible for 
me to notice that her body and mine were not really alike" and 
that she "appreciated me playing this past few weeks and 
fulfilling her dreams of having a daughter." 

I told her I was "happy to do it for her and I loved her very 
much," so much in fact that I would be glad to spend each summer 
with her if I could ." She did not know if that would be possible 
but we would see. She then said that she noticed how suckling on 
her breasts made my penis hard. Since she had me playing the part 
of her daughter, she ignored this part of my anatomy, but was sure 
I had not. Now she wanted to show me what it was intended for. 

Something the school had not yet done. I was ready for this, even 
though I knew not what would take place. 

My aunt had me start by sucking her nipples as she stroked by 
body. Soon my cock was standing to a full five inches -- none of 
it hidden by pubic hair as I had none yet. Her hand went to it and 
began to slowly trace its outline, lingering at the tip where a 
clear fluid was beginning to emerge. She smiled and said "I see 
you can be easily excited too!" I shook my head, partially because 
I did not know what to say, partly because I was paralyzed from 
the feelings I was experiencing. She guided one of my hands to her 
split and I felt the familiar wetness on her. Slowly I ran my 
fingers over the moistened flesh, having learned just what spots 
excited her. 

Soon she was sighing and gently rolling her hips against my hand. 
I felt her take my hand away and pull at me to get me closer. Aunt 
Louise then said "I want you to get on top of me, facing me, and 
place your cock into the hole in me." With her assistance, I 
managed to get my cock in her. The feeling was so far beyond my 
understanding that I was unsure what to do. She told me to "move 
it in and out to get used to the motion" and do "whatever felt 
good to me." I did as she asked and soon after starting, I was 
fully involved in pleasing her. I stroked in and out for about 
three minutes and it happened. I felt a strange stirring in my 
stomach and instinctively pushed my cock all the way into her. Her 
eyes opened wide, what overtook her as my cock exploded inside her 
I do not know. I felt a constant spasm in my cock as it spurted 
inside her. "Oh God, you are mommy's darling" she cried. . 

After a few minutes I pulled my cock from her, completely in shock 
over my first sexual experience. My aunt lay there, looking at me 
through glazed, loving eyes. "My baby, you make mommy so proud to 
have a girl like you" she said. I was unable to speak. After a 
warm wash cloth cleanup, I was put back into my panties and gown, 
placed in bed, and provided a tender breastfeeding to go to sleep 
by.

I was devastated when I had to leave the next day. That morning we 
had discussed the events that took place and we both understood 
that nobody could ever know what we did as they would not 
understand. We both swore to never tell, not to anyone. I can not 
describe how I felt as I watched her disappear in the rear window 
as we drove away, my two weeks of enjoyment coming to an end. I 
asked my mom and dad if I could visit my aunt again next summer 
and they saw no reason why not. They only wanted to know if I had 
a good time. "The best" I said. 

Over then ext few months I saw my aunt on our normal visits. 
Sunday dinner and off to home. On several occasions we had a 
sparse moment alone and she placed my hands on her breasts and 
said her milk was for me, her baby "girl." The problem was each of 
our visits was not alone and I never got to taste her nipples 
during any of them.

Four months after my vacation with Aunt Louise, I was told she was 
moving to a city over 200 miles away. In fact, she was leaving 
that weekend and we would not see her before she went. I was just 
turning 12 at the time and I was hurting more than words can say. 
My summers would never be the same again, and they were not. I did 
not hear from my aunt again.

For the next six years, I had my fun and grew a lot. Sex became a 
frequent thing for me. All the girls in school were talking to 
each other. Apparently, I knew just how to please them where other 
boys had no idea. I also matured into a tall, well built young 
man—one that sported a hard cock of slightly over eight inches. I 
had visions of fucking my way through college. I just did not know 
where. 

I picked a college several hours from home that offered a degree 
in a medical field I wanted to go into as a profession. When mom 
and dad heard my decision, they informed me that was the same city 
my aunt Louise was located in and that I should try to see her. I 
was also told that she was not the same person she was. Her life 
had changed. I did not ask any more questions as they told me I 
would see myself. 

In the fall, I moved into the dorm at my school and immediately 
after getting settled, decided to surprise my Aunt Louise with a 
visit. I went to the address on the paper I had. It was a small 
house located on the edge of town. Nondescript in most ways, it 
was well maintained. I rang the bell twice. After a moment, the 
door opened and my aunt appeared. The shock on her face was 
evident as she quickly realized this man in front of her was her 
nephew. Hesitatingly, she invited me inside. No sooner had we 
begun to talk when a small girl emerged from the hallway, ran to 
my aunt's lap and said "mommy, who is that?" With a mist in her 
eyes, my aunt replied it was her cousin. The girl went on to play 
as we talked. 

My aunt told me that the girl was now six years old. She also told 
me that she had missed me greatly, but that I had left her with 
something precious…memories and a daughter. Yes, that first 
bursting of my cock had provided my aunt the baby girl she wanted. 
And all completely unplanned. We talked for hours and Aunt Louise 
told me she was reasonably well off financially and that I need 
never worry for the child—that she would care for her in all ways. 
I sat in shock as I realized my cousin was my daughter. 

As I left my aunts house that evening, I knew things would never 
be the same--that I would be more to my cousin than just a 
relative. My aunt and I were going to have more discussions on our 
roles later. 

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