章 3297: RESCUING AUNT JANE
The country lane was becoming more and more familiar, as he approached his Aunt Jane's place. This trip to visit her was certainly not his idea; it was, in fact, his mother's idea. She'd said that Jane was in a major slump, after the death Uncle Henry, and wasn't apparently getting things done. She'd then said that she hoped that a visit from Jaime might settle her down and provide some extra help that she needed to get some things done around her house.
Jaime, recently arrived from Iraq, and newly out of the marines, spending his last two weeks with leave time, was reluctantly agreeable to the journey. It was a number of hours from where his mom lived but he made the trip. He didn't know what exactly to expect.
He did have some really good memories of Aunt Jane. She was a fairly big woman; that much he remembered. He had great adolescent fantasies, that he recalled, about her large tits. In those fantasies he was always ripping her clothes off or some equally rough variant of that kind of sexual scene. This made him smile, as he neared her lane.
She came out the door fairly quickly after he pulled up.
Jaime emerged from the Jeep with a grin on his face. Jane threw her ams out wide.
His immediate thought was that she was a sexy as ever, even in her baggy sweat shirt and sweat pants.
"My Jaime, the Marine, my Jaime the marine cop!" she crowed.
"Aunt Jane," he said with obvious pleasure. "I've come to ravish you!"
She colored and said: "Don't you fool with me that way, Jaime; I'm a widow woman and won't be fooled with."
He grinned and replied: "Yes, you will, if this marine decides to fool with you."
Aunt Jane colored again, and by now her arms were around her neck. It was all that Jaime could do to not let his hands drift down to the slopes of her lovely rounded ass cheeks. She felt real and very substantial. The thought crossed his mind immediately that maybe this wasn't so bad an idea.
Then Jane began to cry. He held her as she sobbed and simply mentioned Henry's name a few times. He couldn't clearly understand what she was saying. But he let her cry.
"I'm sorry, honey," she said, "I get weepy easily these days."
"Well, we're going to change that, Aunt Jane," he said with some authority.
"We are?" she said through her tears in a kind of little girl voice, "Maybe we need to; I just don't know. But let's go inside," she finished.
He walked behind her, almost leering at the swing of her ass beneath the fabric of her sweats. He left his grip and stuff in the car, and they sat at a table in the kitchen for a cup of coffee. They drank in silence for a few minutes, when she spoke up again:
"I can't seem to get a grip on myself," she began. "I don't understand it in a way because, you know, if the truth were told, Henry was no great shakes as a husband. He wasn't a nice man really."
She broke down again at the thought of Henry being gone, and Jaime patted her hand, letting her cry again.
"Do you mean that he hit you?" he asked incredulously.
"No, that might have been better," she said, "He just kind of ignored me; just ignored me."
"That I can't understand;" he said. "I'd never be able to ignore a woman as gorgeous as you."
"Oh, don't give me that blarney," she said with a kind of squeak in her voice, "That's just the marine in you talking."
"No, that's me talking," he assured her, staring her down, and causing her to avert her eyes.
"Aunt Jane, you are about the sexiest woman that I know!" he asserted further.
She blushed a deep red, and suggested that they get his things from the Jeep to cover her embarrassment. He got his stuff and got all settled. Then they went to the kitchen again, and he poured himself another cup of coffee.
"Do you mind terribly, Jaime, if I go and take a quick shower?" she asked. "I get myself in a state these days and don't get around to things. I'm sorry about being the way I am."
"You go ahead, Aunt Jane," he said, "I'll just finish my coffee."
She wasn't very long. When she came back, he noticed that she had on the same sweats as before. He decided then and there to begin to put an end to some of this wallowing.
"Do you mind looking over the house now?" she wanted to know. "I don't mean to rush you but there is a lot to do. Henry just didn't do much around. Hell, I'm not really sure what Henry did do."
"Besides ignoring you," he quipped.
She began to sob again, and he held her.
The first task that she chose was cleaning out an upstairs hall closet. She tole him to be careful that the pile of boxes and things in the upper part of the closet. She got a large stool and stood on it.
"Now you open the door carefully," she said to him, "And I'll hold stuff in place so that it doesn't fall; then, when it's okay, we'll see what's up here."
She opened the door and stretched kind of on her toes immediately and put both of her hands up to hold the boxes in place. She giggled then and said to Jaime, who was looking up at her:
"It's less stable than I thought; I guess you'll have to try to get up here with me and we'll grab it a little at a time."
It was then that Jaime's training asserted itself. He was a marine, he'd been taught to assess a situation and then act upon the assessment immediately. He was standing and looking up at his gorgeous aunt. She was strained to keep the boxes in place. At her waist, where her tee shirt had ridden up a bit was a band of naked skin and the thin line of the top of a pair of pink cotton panties. He came to a decision immediately. It was time to push this issue past all of her lapsing into self pity.
"Aunt Jane," he began, "If I don't do what I'm about to do, I will wonder about it, and regret it for the rest of my life."
She looked down on him and said: "What?" not really understanding what he had in mind.
He simply grabbed the string waist band of her sweats and untied it, allowing the large, too large, garment to flutter down her hips, past her ass cheeks, thighs, knees and to her feet.
Jane screamed! "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"
Jaime took charge immediately; he shouted back at her: "Don't let those damn boxes go or we'll have a mess. Do you understand?"
She was shocked and stood staring down at him and at the fact that she was standing on the stool in her panties with her tee shirt.
He said again, in a loud voice: "Do you understand?" and to emphasize his point, he slapped her ass. "Do you?" he wailed at her.
"Yes, uh, yes, yes," she stammered and kept her hands in place.
Then he made his next move. He pulled a large knife out of his pocket. She looked and stammered:
"Jaime, whaaaa, what are you going to do?"
"Get rid of these awful panties!" he said with determination.
"Awwwwp," was all that Aunt Jane could manage just then.
The knife made swift work of the panties, cutting the waist band, where there were tears and gaps, and snicking the fabric until it fluttered away from her, leaving her naked below the waist.
He put the knife away and left her staring, as he guided her feet out of the sweat pants. She watched as he threw the sweat pants away on a pile with her ruined panties.
"Junk," he said. Then looking up at her fiercely continued: "No more ugly underwear! Do you understand, Aunt Jane? Do you?" He raised his hand to emphasize his point with a slap to her ass but she hastened to add:
The situation was totally in his hands; she recognized that, knew it, and didn't know what to do, expect what he was telling her to do. This was such new territory for her that she was at sea with it. The only thing that she managed was a fairly mumbled:
"Yes, uh, sir, I do."
He laughed: "Gee, that sounds nice; very military, 'yes,sir' I like that."
"Yes, sir," she stammered again. Then added in wonder: "What are you going to do now?"
"Something that Henry should have done regularly," he said, as he moved into place in front of her and lowered his head to her pubic triangle.
With his first kiss and the first lick of his tongue, she errupted:
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she shouted into the boxes, "Henry never . . .eeeeeeeeeee . . .did that!"
"Henry's an asshole; he should have, with a wife that is one of the most gorgeous, most sexy anywhere around . . ." then he stuck his tongue farther into her pussy fold.
He held her by the hips as his tongue assaulted her pussy. She kept up a constant stream of loud sighs, and moans into the boxes on the shelf.
"Sorry!" she said, "I'll try to be quiet." It all came out in a strained voice.
"Hell no!" he roared, "That's a woman's music; you make that noise and I'll eat this pussy a happy man."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she added and then in a voice strained but containing wonder: "You don't mind? Henry thought it was sick to make noises that way."
"You make those noises and I'll eat you in public someplace to let people hear what a woman is supposed to sound like," he added, being even more vigorous.
Then he had a thought, which creased his face with amusement. He moved behind her. She let out a disappointed "Ohhhh," which was answered by his assertion:
"Oh, I'm not finished yet, Aunt Jane."
"Oh good!" was all that came from her and then a squeal, as he grabbed her ass cheeks and forced them apart. He inserted his face into the crack of her ass and kissed her rosebud asshole.
Her shriek this time was cosmic.
"Love that sound," he said gleefully, pushing his tongue further into her asshole, and forcing the cheeks apart to make it easier.
She was shaking and sputtering: "Noone, nooooooooooooooone, has ever done that to . . .noooooooooooooooone!"
He left her little time for continuing the exclamation with the constant, insistent insertion of his tongue to her rosebud of an asshole. He forced his tongue's way inside of her asshole and Jane shrieked her pleasure into her arm, as she leaned against the shelf load of boxes."
She wailed a series of sounds like: "Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhh!" punctuated by a shriek that was produced by his actually biting her ass cheeks now just to make her howl all the more."
"I love hearing you wail like that, Aunt Jane," he said.
"But it's . . .it's . . .what . . .ohhhhhhhhh, what you're doing."
"And I'm not going to stop either," he said firmly, biting her ass cheek again.
Then she fell; she let the boxes go. She tumbled down into his arms and the boxes all came after her. They discovered, inadvertently, that most of the boxes were empty. They were in a jumble, a pile and he reached down with almost no effort and scooped his Aunt Jane up and carried her off to her bedroom, almost throwing her down on the bed and letting her bounce there looking up at him. He moved swiftly then, grasping the bottom of her tee shirt and stripping it off of her. Both her tee shirt and her bra were gone before she could even react. He was that good and that fast.
"Ohhhhhh," she said weakly. She was lost, totally lost; she'd often wondered about this kind of thing, reading about it in her dirty romance novels but this was happening, happening to her.
"Lovely tits, Aunt Jane," he said to her, tweaking a nipple with his fingers, and causing an audible moan to simply erupt from her. She blushed but he just grinned.
She was staring at him, a kind of far out look on her face, when he began to take his clothes off.
"Oh god," she said in a voice of awe, as he finally got his jeans off and his tight red, nylon briefs.
"Oh you are beautiful! Oh! Oh! No one; just no one would ever believe me, if I told them this."
He was still smiling as he crawled up the bed to where she was. "How long has it been, Aunt Jane?" he wanted to know.
"About five years," she sobbed. "Henry was so inattentive."
"I'm not," he said, allowing his stiff prick to slide across the plain of her naked belly.
"Oh, I hope not!" she wailed. "This might be wrong but I'm going to let it happen."
He stared into her face, prior to kissing her and asserted: "This is love, Aunt Jane; pure and simple; that's all. Nothing wrong going on here, just love." Then be lowered his lips to hers and found her lips soft and wet, for his Aunt Jane was crying as he kissed her.
"There's nothing I won't do!" she asserted.
"How nice!" he said to her, running his lips over her face and nibbling an ear.
"If you want," she said breathlessly, "I'll go shopping for panties with you; you must tell me what you like; what's, you know, kind of sexy."
"Ill do that," he said, kissing her neck now.
"Oh, then I'll really like that," she enthused.
She was about to say something else but he interrupted her:
"Time to go back to those sexy wails, Aunt Jane." Saying that he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and grasped the other. The sound she made immediately was neither quiet nor intelligible.
"That's my girl!" he said, tugging on a nipple with his teeth and sending her into an orgasm that shook her and left her twitching. But he certainly wasn't finished with her.
He moved his mouth down from her swollen nipples, making progress with his lips toward her pussy again. She was shaking her head from side to side, making keening noises as she did.
"Jaime, Jaaaiimme, Jaaaaaaaaiiiiiiimmmmmeeeee!" she wailed, with her words becoming incoherent, as he once again had his lips and tongue working on Jane's pussy. He pulled the lips apart with his hands and kissed the inside of the lips wetly, while his neglected Aunt wailed away.
He worked his way back up her body, this time causing her audible eruption by gently biting each nipple on the way to her mouth.
Then he whispered into her ear: "Now, Aunt Jane, I'll let you taste what your pussy tastes like; the taste is still on my lips. Are you interested? Do you want that? You've got to tell me!"
"Yes, please, uh Jaime, uh sir, please let me, please," she stammered.
He sealed her mouth then with his; she licked his lips with her tongue and stared into his blue eyes, until, with a sigh, she closed her own. She continued to suck on and lick his lips until his tongue slid into her mouth and she gave her own mouth up to him and his invading tongue.
While they kissed, Jaime scooped up her left leg and pulled it up until it was resting over his shoulder.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Jane sighed as he moved into position.
"Janie, Janie, Janie," he crooned into her ear, "I've wanted to do this just forever! Do you want me to? Talk to me, Janie!"
"I want you to do what you want to ----- "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she exclaimed as he slid his cock into her wet pussy-------- "What you want to do! I want . . .oh, I want . . .oh, I just want . . ."
"Tell me, Janie," he said to her fiercely, as he began his motion. He pulled her right leg now and positioned it over his shoulder also.
"Yes, Jaime, yessssssss, fuck me! This has never . . .just never . . .just fuccccccckkkk meeeeeee!"
He leaned down and bit her ear lobe, causing more sounds and said into her ear:
"Aunt Jane, you're so much fun!"
"Oh, I never knew I could be!"
Then their crisis came, he grabbed her by the ass and plunged into her as deeply as possible; he covered her wailing mouth with his own and brought her into an orgasm with him.
They lay finished with the wetness seeping around, and he positioned himself next to her and pulled her over so that her head was against his chest. Jane lay her head there and began to cry. He stroked her hair and whispered to her.
She looked up at him with teary eyes and said: "Oh, Jaime, no one has ever taken the time! Jusgt never."
Then a look came into her eyes and she said with some determination: "But I want . . .need to do something nice for you." She moved then and reached, as she moved, for his softening cock.
"Ohhh," she giggled, "It's slimy! Shall I clean him for you?"
"You're a wonder," he said.
"Henry didn't like me to do this!" she said licking the head of his cock.
"I used to be good at it in high school! I gave your mom instructions!"
Jaime laughed at this information and stroked Jane's hair as her mouth descended now taking in the whole length of his softening cock. Her mouth and the movement of her tongue made the cock stand up and begin to harden.
"It's wonderful to take a soft prick in your mouth and let it get hard there," she said softly. Then she giggled: "Listen to the way I'm talking! I don't know what's come over me."
She thought for a moment and said: "Oops! Sure I know what's come over me; it's just that I never would have ever believed it would or could happen. I don't know what your mom would say."
Jaime laughed: "She'd probably be pleased. But keep your mind on your business there."
Jane laughed and took his cock in her mouth again. She was lying now with her mouth at his hip level. He was on his side and she held him by one hip to pull the prick into her mouth. It didn't work as well as she liked.
"Can I get out of bed, and get on my knees?" she asked softly. "It'll be better."
"That's a picture that has been rolling around in my head forever!" he replied.
She moved out of the bed and knelt, naked and waiting. He came to her with his cock, hard again from her sucking. "No hands!" he said in a commanding tone of voice.
"No hands," she answered quietly, opening her mouth to receive him.
She worked on the head at first and then let part of the length slide into her mouth slowly to get acclimated to it. Gradually she was able to take in his length and suck him back into her throat. She worked on him for about ten minutes, when he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her face forward.
Jane struggled to breath through her nose and let him haul her face toward him, finally planting a kiss with her wide open lips on his stomach just before he began to cum in her mouth. She convulsed just a bit, as she tried to swallow all that was erupting from the head of his cock. Even so, a little ran down to her chin from the side of her mouth.
He was looking down at her, where she was still kneeling, and with a self conscious giggle, she wiped her chin with her finger and put the finger into her mouth to suck it off.
"Come here, gorgeous!" he said, hauling her off the floor; she kind of melted against him. He held her, and she just sighed against him.
"It may be . . .this may by . . .uh," she started, "totally wrong, Jaime but I don't care; I just . . ."
He interrupted her by kissing her lips and saying quietly: "No more of that Janie; do you hear? I'm here for you, and with you and this wonderful thing is the best thing that's happened to this Marine in a long time."
"I like it, when you call me 'Janie'," she said quietly against him.
She sighed, and said: "I just can't stop sighing; it's just thinking about this, about what has happened, about what is happening. I don't know when I've been this happy. It's like a new me is having an adventure, and I don't want it to stop. Not just yet." She clung to him all the while she spoke.
"It won't," he said, "I've fantasized about you for a lifetime, Aunt Jane; now that I've got you where I want you, naked, and honry, I'm not letting go."
"Wow!" she answered, "I've often enough imagined being that way with a man but Henry . . .well, Henry wasn't that way."
"Janie," he said, lifting her chin to kiss her,and noting the tears in her eyes, "I'm not Henry."
"I guess not!" she said with a barely suppressed giggle.
Then she said to him: "You must be hungry; where are my manners; I'll just put on some clothes and fix us something to eat."
"Oh, no," he said severely, "No clothes for Janie, not today, unless we decide to go shopping for those panties that you need, and for some more attractive lounging clothes."
"Ohhhhh," she said with enthusiasm, "Shopping!" Then she hesitated and said: "But you mean that you're going to go panty shopping with me?"
"Hey," he said, smiling, "The Marines are up to any kind of duty. Now how about food?""Clothes?" she asked meekly.
"Absolutely not!" was his decree. "Only an apron will be allowed, and to show that I mean it!"
Here he stopped speaking and slapped Jane's naked ass. She jumped and yelled with a loud kind of 'yip'. She skipped away from him with her hands out to kind of ward him off saying:
"No clothes; no, sir; no clothes; I understand."
"Oho," he said now grinning, "Janie, our Janie doesn't like to have her ass slapped."
She baked away from him and kept her hands out to ward him off, as he advanced on her with a grin on his face.
"Janie doesn't know what she likes any more!" she said backing up.
"Sooooo, maybe Janie did like to have her ass slapped?"
"Uhhh," she said and spun on her heels and fled.
The sight alone was bracing for him; her ass cheeks were wiggling with the effort and her tits were bouncing. He waited a few second and then with a roar, that brought from her a corresponding squeal, he was after her. He caught her in the living room and sank into the couch with her, pulling her naked form over his lap.
"Ohhhhh," she squealed, "Ohhhhhhh, nooooooo!"
He slapped her upturned ass and laughed: "Like it Janie?" He kept slapping her.
"Noooo," she protested but that was followed immediately with "Yessssss!" Then "Nooooo!" Then "Ohhhhhhhh".
He stopped spanking her then and brushed his lips against her reddened ass cheeks.
"Ohhhhhh," she said.
"My but you use that kind of sound for just about everything." He kissed her ass cheeks constantly as he spoke to her, and as he spoke, he put one cunning finger into her pussy from behind, rummaging around in her wetness and seeking out her button.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" she yelled into the surface of the couch.
"Janie likes that!" he said with triumph.
"Yessss, sir; yes, she does; this Janie does; your Janie does!"
He manipulated her until she shook with an orgasm, at which point he pulled her up to hold her against him, as she shook, cooed against him and calmed down.
He sat and watched as she went into the kitchen then, she turned and regarded him with a smile on her face every few steps. Jaime was contented. How many times had he played this tape in his head, thinking about his Aunt Jane.
Then she came back, only know she was wearing a yellow apron. It hardly covered her large tits and her pussy hair could be seen beneath the bottom. She smiled and dropped a curtsey to him, which caused him to laugh and clap for her.
"Lunch for the master," she said.
"Yes, then shopping!" was his decree.
"Oh, yes, panty shopping with my marine," she replied, all smiles.
She went up to him then and held out her arms for him. He stepped into her embrace, and she began to run her hands down his back and over the slope of his muscular ass.
"You are magnificent!" she said with conviction.
"And I am hungry!" he answered.
"We cater to all Marine whims," she said smiling at him.
"You may regret saying that before my visit is over," he leered.
"I doubt that," she said, "I just doubt it." Then she turned, throwing an enigmatic smile over her shoulder and sauntered into the kitchen. She was a contented woman.
He realized then the truth that he'd supposed for so many years and in so many fantasies. He called out after her:
"Janie, you have the nicest woman's ass that I've ever seen in all my days."
She came back to the doorway, blushing a deep red, which contrasted with the yellow of her apron.
"Thank you for saying so," she said, flustered now.
"Only the truth, only the truth," he said getting up and joining her in the kitchen.
Afterwards, he did allow her to dress: skirt, blouse and heels for their shopping trip. She had asked him very meekly if she would be allowed to wear any panties. His reply was:
"You don't have any that are worth allowing you to wear!"
She gave a kind of gulping 'yes, sir' answer to that, and went shopping with him, bare-assed.
"Besides," he said to her, as they went out of the door, putting his hand up under her skirt directly onto her naked ass. "I like doing this."
She 'eeeeeeked" as he did it.
"Janie, Janie," he said with great glee, "You make the nicest noises."
"Henry never liked my noises," she said sadly.
"Enough of Henry," he said to her severely, "He's gone and we're here."
"Oh thank goodness," she said, getting into his Jeep.
The shopping was an adventure. They walked slowly together through the lingerie section of the store. Jane was surprised by the fact that Jaime wasn't embarrassed at all by being there. He seemed to like it. They gathered a lovely selection of panties: bikinis, thongs, boy leg stretch lace, bikini stretch lace; they were satins, and nylons, and stretch lace in black, white, rose, purple, pink and light blue. Jane was as pleased as possible. Her head whipped around, when she heard someone call her voice:
"Jane!"
Jane looked at it was her friend Eva.
"Hey, Eva," she said, hugging the woman.
"And who is this out panty shopping with naughty Jane?" Eva wanted to know.l
Jane gulped and began to say: "This is . . ." but Jaime cut her off:
"I'm her Marine, I'm Jaime, and I'm always pleased to help out a lovely lady, like my Janie."
Eva said: "It's very gallant of you to help her with her lingerie shopping."
"That's not a problem at all; Jane likes to please me, and besides, I made her throw all her old ones,every single pair, away, so the shopping was necessary."
Jane kissed Eva on the cheek as she turned back to Jaime. She whispered to her friend:
"I'm not waring any; he wouldn't let me."
Eva kind of gawped, as Jane and 'her marine' walked away to continue their shopping.
Jane turned to Jaime and said: "That was very nice; I didn't exactly know how I was going to tell her that you're my nephew with all this panty shopping."
"You don't have to, Janie," he answered, "I'm your lover and only secondarily your nephew."
Jane blushed, and Jaime kissed her cheek. They went on then to buy some high heels and thigh high stockings to round out Jane's new lingerie outfits. When they were quite done, Jaime said:
"How now?"
"Home, nice," Jane answered, smiling, and inwardly bubbling.
"And a fashion show!" Jaime said next.
"Oh," Jane kind of squeaked, "Yes, yes, a fashion show."
"I thought you'd see it my way," he said, taking her by the arm and leading her out of the store.
At home, he settled himself in the living room with a drink. Jane took all of her new finery into the powder room off of the living room and prepared to give him the show he wanted.
In the next half hour she paraded in front of him wearing every single new pair of panties. She'd bought enough for a ten day period. By the time the 'show' was nearly done, Jaime was sporting a huge hard on.
She especially liked the last outfit that she paraded for him. She wore a pair of 4" black heels, that made her feel kind of slutty at first, a black garter belt and smokey black thigh high stockings. The garter belt served to outline and highlight her triangle of curly pussy hair; with these she wore an underwired black lace bra that pushed her large tits up and left the top halves, including nipples bare. She felt enchanted, not even really her, as she looked at herself in the powder room mirror.
She strode into the room as though she were the center act in a girly show. She grinned at Jaime every step of the way.
"Well look at our Aunt Jane now," he quipped.
"Oh, Jaime," she cooed, "I feel so . . .so sexy in these; this is wonderful! I want to just walk ouit that door and say 'Here I am, world, look at me!'"
He laughed, "And that would cause a riot for sure; now you come here! You've got me all stirred up and we're going to do something about that."
She strode across the room to where he was waiting for her. She almost lunged into a kiss with him; in the embrace, he grabbed onto her ass cheeks, with one cheek in each hand and pulled her into him, rubbing his erection against him.
"For me," she whispered.
"For you," he said.
"Oh, goody; I love these games," she went on.
"Then we'll do something new," he countered.
"Am I going to like this?" she wanted to know.
"I think that you're going to like just about everything that I do; now turn around," were his orders.
She turned around until she was facing the arm of the couch; he pushed her gently forward so that she was eventually leaning over the arm of the couch, with her large, garter belt framed ass prominently displayed for him.
He knelt behind her, and began by kissing the back of her thighs. This got a kind of squealed response from her, as she buried her face in a pillow. She squealed again, when he took her ass cheeks and pried them apart, applying his tongue to first one side of her inner ass walls and then the other. He bit along the rim of her ass cheeks and then inserted his tongue at the very bottom of her ass crack and began to lick upward.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" she moaned into the pillow, as he proceeded. She was absolutely beyond caring about what he was doing or was about to do.
Her scream into the pillow was almost cosmic, when his tongue finally reached the center of her ass narrows, pushing against the rosebud of her asshole.
"Oh myyyyy gggggggaaaaaawwwwwwwwwdddddd!" she wailed.
He lifted up his head and laughed: "Janie, you are so lively! I like that in a woman."
He punctuated his remarks with slaps to her ass. Then his tongue was back at its task, insistently pushing into the ring of her asshole.
He stopped then, and his stopping was greeted by her protest: "Oh no, noooo, please no, don't . . .don't, uh, stop!"
"Just changing position, Janie," he asserted, "I'm not finished by a long site."
He put his hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place and took from his pocket a tube of KY Jelly, which he'd brought, when they were out. Lubing one of his fingers he pushed it into the cavern of her quivering ass cheeks and inserted the finger into her asshole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed. "What are you doing?"
"Gonna fuck my Aunt Jane's ass," he said.
"Uh . . .no . . .no . . .uh nooooooo . . .ohhhhhhhhhh, yessss!" she ranted, as he continued his manipulation with is finger.
"One finger until it feels fairly comfortable, Janie," he said, continuing to plunge the finger in and out a bit, until she was able to take it fairly comfortably.
"Now we up the ante," he said to her, and slipped a second finger into the asshole to join the first.
He worked with the two fingers now, getting her beyond her initial, vocal protest and wailing, keeping the two fingers active, stretching ever so slightly and continually.
"Now," he said to her.
"Now?" she wailed, "Now?"
"Now we fuck Janie's ass," was his comment.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes, do," she said.
Her protests were loud again, as he slipped the tip of his cock inside of her asshole. His finger manipulation had made it fairly easy to do. With every thrust, once he was snug and home in her asshole, he got a kind of a squeal from his aunt into her pillow.
She was way beyond any kind of experience that she ever expected. He was in a kind of heaven, enjoying the tightness of her asshole, as he fucked her. During the fucking, he reached around and with one hand took a nipple to play with, with the other hand he found her clit and manipulalted it, as he pistoned his hips against her ass cheeks.
"AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she burst out, as she exploded into an orgasm, followed by him, shooting his load inside her ass.
He slumped against her for a few moments; she stirred, as he moved from her, his cock making a 'plopping' sound, as it left her asshole. She turned around, one hand still on her ass.
"What now?" she said wide eyed.
"Now?" he repeated with a grin. "If you were a slut, now I'd make you kneel and clean my cock with your mouth; otherwise, you get a wash cloth and towel and clean me and yourself."
She looked at him with a kind of intensity in her eyes then she knelt, took his slimy prick in her hand and brought it to her mouth. She kept her eyes focused on him all the while. She also knew, as she knelt and sucked on him, that she had to tell him things that were only figments of her wild imagination and fantasies. She knew she had to say things:
"Jaime," she began, and as she talked, she slowly jerked on his now stiff cock, "This is like an inauguration for me, like a new beginning; it's as though you're guiding me to become what I always was deep down and wanted to be. I was never the kind of person who even thought about ass fucking, let alone did it. But here it was for me probably one of the greatest experiences, most intense experiences of my life. And I enjoy this so much: I mean kneeling here and cleaning your dirty cock. It's what slutty women like me do. It's just what we do." She sighed then and had no more to say. But she kept the cock in her mouth, manipulating it with her tongue and lips, until he came again in her mouth.
"My slut, Janie," he said She shook her head 'yes' at his words.
Then he had her on her feet again and said: "Time is getting on; we're going to celebrate you coming alive again by going out to some place fancy. "I want you to pull out the stops; I want to take with me tonight a living wet dream."
"Ooooo," 'she said in delight, kissing him quickly and heading off to dress.
She knew that she had, in the back of the closet one of those 'little black dresses'. She showed it to Henry once but he made such a fuss about it being too slutty---he actually used the word, that she put it away and almost forgot about it. She got it out now.
She went to the door and called out: "Jaime, I'm taking a quick shower; won't be long."
"You take your time, Janie," he yelled to her. "I'll be ready when you are."
She showered and then put the stockings and garter belt back on. She selected a black thong that fit snugly into the crack of her ass, causing a friction there that, after her ass fucking, was not unpleasant. She wore the black lace push up, underwired bra. The dress was snug but fit; it hugged the swell of her ass cheeks, she thought, very nicely.She made herself up and did her short dark hair. She twirled in front of the mirror approving everything that she saw. She looked as she did and was really pleased with how sexy she was.
Leaving the room, she called out to Jaime downstairs: "Here I come."
She descended the stairs really pleased with her entrance, and then she saw him and lost every single thought of how she looked. He stood in the living room waiting for her dressed in his Marine dress uniform. Jane stood at the bottom of the stairs and just burst into tears. She went to him quickly and put her arms around him:
"I'm sorry, Jaime, for being so emotional but I am so proud of you, and you look so special; it's a little overwhelming."
"You're a little overwhelming yourself, Aunt Jane," he said, holding her back at arms length and looking her over. This brought a smile to her face:
"Do you like?" she asked, in a coy fashion.
"I like very much," he said. "Where shall we go?"
The really nicest place around is about 50 miles away it called 'Carlton's'. It's a kind of steak house but really very nice.
"Good," he said, "I'll drive."
They arrived at Carlton's and he allowed the valet to park his Jeep, and gave Jane his arm to lead her inside. They went in and were seated at a table. In few minutes a rather distinguished looking man walked up. In a brusk but friendly manner he said:
"Gunny, my name is Carlton; this is my place. I was in the 2nd Marines in 'Nam. It's a pleasure to welcome you here."
Jaime stood up and said: "Thank you, sir, Gunnery Sergeant Jaime Gordon, and this is Jane."
Mr. Carlton smiled and welcomed a beaming Jane, then he went on:
"Gunny," Mr. Carlton continued then, "I notice two campaign ribbons for Iraq and a Bronze Star."
"Yes, sir," Jaime said.
"Well, son," Carlton went on, "Your money's no good here; we treat heroes to dinner here."
Without mentioning another word he turned to the restaurant and called out in a stentorian voice:
"Friends, we have among us tonight a true hero; this is Gunnery Sergeant Jaime Gordon and his lovely companion Jane; the Gunny has served two tours in Iraq and is wearing the bronze star for bravery in action. It's a pleasure for us at Carlton's to welcome the Gunny among us."
Jaime was non-plussed, and Jane was beaming. The patrons in a body stood and applauded for Jaime who nodded and waved a bit before sitting down. He thanked Mr. Carlton for his kindness and they settled down to a lovely evening's meal.
"Wow!" Jane whispered to him, "That was so wonderful, and, Jaime, you look so handsome. I'm the proudest woman on earth right now."
He smiled at her and covered her hand with his own.
When their dinner was finished, the waiter reiterated Mr. Carlton's statement that the meal for the two of them was 'on the house'. On the way out, Jaime stopped to thank Mr. Carlton for his kindness. They shook hands and parted as friends, comrades.
The Valet brought the car around and as he stood by Jaime's door was all eyes for Jane, as she slipped into the low seat of the Jeep with her skirt riding up to the top of her stockings.
"My, my, Janie," Jaime quipped, "He likes the look of your legs."
"My dress rides up so," she said a little embarrassed.
"Give him a little bit of leg, love," he said to her, patting her hand.
She looked at Jaime and smiled at him as the Valet was coming around to shut her door. As he was moving along the front of the car, still smiling at Jaime, she pulled on her black dress and moved it so that from a stand point outside the door, the Valet would be able to see all the way to the crotch of her black thong panties.
"Okay?" she asked Jaime.
"Wonderful," he said.
The Valet was stuttering, when he got to Jane's door to close it for her. She smiled up at him and said:
"Thank you for your kind attention."
The Valet mumbled a heart felt: "No, thank you!" as he moved off eager to tell the other Valets about the babe in the Jeep.
"Now?" Jane said.
"Now, I take you home and get to watch you strip those clothes off and then it's bed for both of us."
"Goody," Jane said.
He drove away from the restaurant, which was at the end of a kind of windy lane. As they drove into the night, Jaime took a side road that led, after a mile or so to a pull off with tables. He stopped and said to her:
"Get out!"
"Get out?" she asked surprised.
"Yes, go in front of the car and take your dress of in the head lights."
Jane just laughed: "I love the way you treat me."
"Do it, Janie, or poppa will spank!" he said.
"Maybe that's enough to make me not do it!" she said brazenly but then she scrambled out of the car.
She stood in the glare of the headlights, here eyes focusing on the driver's side of the front windshield. Her eyes didn't waver as, moving her hips to some unknown music, she reached for the zipper of her dress and, shooting her arms out in a presentation kind of mode, let the dress fall to her waist. With the dress at her waist, she reached around and unhooked her bra, still humming to herself her stripping music. She stalked to the driver's side of the car and threw the bra into the open window at her grinning nephew. Then it was back in the car lights. She hummed a little louder now and pushed the dress down past her hips, past the panel of her thong panties and to her feet, stepping out of it. She twirled the dress over her head for a few seconds and then threw it also in the driver's window. Jaime was chuckling out loud now.
"You sexy cunt!" he said, as the dress was tossed into the window.
"Flattery will get you a blow job as soon as this sexy cunt is in the car!" she said.Then she walked back into the headlights. She crooked her finger at him, as though she wanted him to follow her and she turned on her heal and stalked into the night, her ass cheeks, framed by both the garter belt and the ass string of her black thong, neatly snugged into the crack of her ass. He drove slowly behind her, and eventually pulled up next to her.
He said through the open window: "How much, honey?"
A thrill surged through Jane as she realized that he was playing her for a whore. She bent and let her tits dangle at him as she answered:
"Hey, Marine, special rate for the Marines: $5 gets you a blow job, $6 if I swallow; $20 and you get my pussy too; $50 and you can use my ass hole also and anything else that you come up with."
"$50 it is, baby!" he said smugly, "Get in."
She did and she said: "What's your name, Marine?"
"Jaime," was his reply.
"I'm Janie," she said, reaching over and feeling the outline of his cock through his pants.
He gave her then a handkerchief, which she asked for, and drove off, as she unzipped his pants and took his cock out.
"I've always wanted to do this," she said to him, "In a car with someone driving, while I gave a blow job." She was grinning at him broadly as she said it.
He drove on into the night and she sucked him off. She frequently raised her head and idly stroked his cock as she grinned up at him. His hand moved over to the slope of her almost naked ass cheeks, gleaming in the moonlight with their ribbon of black material snug between them.
"You beautiful man!" she enthused.
Then she continued with the blow job, making loud wet noises that competed with her own moans, as she brought him to an orgasm, swallowing all that he pumped into the back of her throat.
He got her home and parked the car on the side of the house. It was the side that was shielded from other houses, because he hadn't allowed her to put her dress back on. They went in and she asked him:
"What does the $50 whore do next for her Marine?"
But he went to the stereo and put on some music. Going back to her he said simply:
"Not the $50 whore now, just a Marine's girl. And he's going to dance with her."
This provoked a contented sigh from Jane, as she nestled in his arms and pressed herself against him, reveling in the delicious contrast: him in his stiff and wonderfully formal dress uniform and she wearing heels, a garter belt, dark stockings, black thong panties, and an underwired bra.
He held one of her hands as they danced and let the other hand drift down possessively to rest on the swell of her ass cheeks.
"This is part of the dream, Janie," he said, "Part of the fantasy! This has always been part of it: holding and dancing and you never quite, never ever quite naked and never quite dressed."
"It's beyond wonderful, Jaime," she said. She laid her head on his shoulder then and said:
"You have brought me light years, just light years away from where I was, . . .where I was wallowing, wallowing for Henry."
"Hush from that now!" he said. "This is the reality right now."
"Yes, it is," she sighed.
She looked up at him and said: "What's next for us, Marine?"
"I think that next for us is bed and some rest; it's been a full and very active day."
"Oh, yes," she agreed.
They danced a few more dances and then went to the shower together before going naked to bed together. They drifted off quickly with Jaime spooning Jane from behind.
She woke first, and looked over at him, sleeping on his back with sun rays playing in the room on the walls. His naked cock was standing up against his stomach. Almost instantly a sly smile covered her face, as she moved over to him.
She first took his cock softly and lightly in her hand and then, knowing he'd waken soon, she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. She licked the tip of the head, and then moved her tongue all around the crown of the head. It was when she began to suck on the underside of the head of his cock that he stirred and said:
"Wow! Waking up in Iraq was never like this!"
"Morning, Marine," she said softly, licking the length of his cock shaft as she did so. "Excuse me," she continued, "I'm kind of busy here."
"So I notice," was his reply. Then he surprised her by grabbing her naked hips and pulling her up so that she was now on top of him. It gave him the chance to follow her lead by beginning a trail of kisses on the inside of her thighs.
"Eeeeeee" she squealed onto the surface of his prick, as he continued to use his lips and tongue on her thighs, on the way to her pussy lips. All talking ended for them, replaced by a series of wet sounds and Jane's periodic wail or muffled shriek, the cock in her mouth preventing her from getting too loud. The two of them orgasmed, Jaime waiting until Jane had come to release himself.
Then he moved his position and held his aunt in his arms. She was simply sighing contentedly. She spoke up after a few minutes:
"How long can you stay, love?" she asked quietly.
He looked at her and kissed her nose, replying: "Maybe two or three more days."
"You know," Jane began, looking up at him, "I don't think that you need to worry about me, when you have to leave. Oh, I want you here as long as you possibly can stay, but when you go, I think I'll be fine. All of this has just shifted my whole life outlook. It's as though my life was coming along fine early on and then Henry put it all on hold. It's so strange. Your mom always lectured me about my rep as a 'fast' kind of girl."
"For fast," he quipped, "Understand willing to give blow jobs."
"Well, yes," she said blushing, "I really, really like doing that." She paused a few seconds and then went on:
"And then your mom comes up with a real catch like your dad and I settle for Henry. He was older, he was quiet and it seemed the right thing. It was only as we were married that I began to realize that he was also not really interested in me physically, and I never wanted to, you know, shop around."
"Well, you can certainly shop around now; you are so damn sexy, and getting more so all the time."
"Your handiwork!" she said grinning at him.
Then he got serious and said: "Really, Aunt Jane, I'm so pleased to see this kind of growth in you; you have always been my turn on but now you are even more special."
She hugged him, and sobbed into his shoulder.
Finally, she said:
"All right, breakfast!"
"Good, this Marine is hungry; I mean the way you've been making me work."
She made a snorting noise and poked him in the ribs but he retaliated by slapping her naked ass, as she moved away from the bed, getting a 'yip' from her a kind of skip in her step.
EPILOGUE:
Jaime left his Aunt Jane a transformed woman, one who was looking forward to life and the opportunities of it. She went back to work at the library, where she was librarian, in a few days and co-workers hardly recognized her. Many others did and she suddenly found herself, much to her pleasure and delight, popular.
Two incidences occurred subsequently within about a two week period.
Jane received one day at home a parcel. It was from Jaime. She opened the note attached first:
"Janie, you have always, always been my hottest fantasy, ever since I knew that the ones with the tits were the girls! You are special to me in ways that I can hardly describe. I hope that this gift will say the things that don't come to my mind, my mouth or my pen right now."
Love, Jaime.
She opened the package and out tumbled his dog tags. She hugged the to herself and had a cry.
At almost the same time Jaime received a manilla envelope from his aunt. Opening it he discovered an 8 x10 colored glossy of her. She wore spike heels, dark thigh high stockings, a garter belt, an underwire open topped bra and a smile. Her arms were flung out in a presentation fashion. On the back of the photo it said simply: "To my Marine from Janie."
The End
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