Message-ID: <45460asstr$1069297803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [peter_k_1762@hotmail.com] From: "Peter Krieg" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 19 Nov 2003 15:06:12.0043 (UTC) FILETIME=[AB7219B0:01C3AEAE] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 15:06:11 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Christmas with Aunt Janet (mFF inc 1st feet real) Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 22:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, hecate Christmas with Aunt Janet Peter Krieg November 2003 Every year, in the week before Christmas, my mother would meet up with her brothers and we'd all play at being one big happy family. It was always a strained occasion - they'd hated each other since childhood, and found it hard to be polite to each other even for just one day a year. One year, when I was 13, we arrived to find my aunt Janet in a really weird mood. I don't know what had happened, but I think she'd just had a really big argument with her husband. But it was Christmas-time, and everyone was trying their hardest to be nice to each other, so she just carried on like nothing was wrong. While I was sitting on the floor playing, Janet took her shoes off and slumped on the sofa, her legs wide apart. It was really unlike her - she'd usually sit with her knees tight together, but there she was, letting me see all the way up her skirt. Being 13, I couldn't believe my luck, and took the opportunity to take a good long look. She was awake, and knew I was looking, but didn't bother to close her knees or smooth her skirt down. After ten minutes of looking, I got bolder, sat down at her feet, and gently brushed my fingers against her foot. If she'd drawn away, I'd have pretended the touch was just an accident, but she stretched her leg towards me, letting me caress her properly. I moved between her legs, gazed up at her knickers, and massaged her feet, then slowly started to work my way up. She had the most beautiful legs and feet, and the feel of her sheer black nylon tights was gorgeous. After a quarter of a hour of massaging her, I was really excited, but didn't dare go any further. My mother was in the room with us, reading the newspaper. Although she hadn't noticed what was going on (or was pretending not to notice), I couldn't make out with aunty Janet in front of her. I wanted aunty Janet to take my virginity - I wanted her to throw herself on to me, to pin me down on the floor and fuck me. But I couldn't consummate my lust, and just had to be content with stroking her legs, getting more and more aroused. I started thinking about rubbing my cock against her beautiful feet, and creaming all over her nylons. I excused myself to go to the toilet (really, to adjust the erection that was bulging in my pants). When I came back, my mother had gone to do the washing up. Janet and I were alone together. At last, I could talk to her about what we'd been doing, and ask her if I could touch her bottom, or her breasts. She wouldn't let me go any further. After all, I was underage, and her husband and the rest of the family were in the house. Maybe a massage was all she wanted. We never spoke about it again, but each year when we meet at Christmas time Janet and I give each other a big hug, and kiss on the lips. _________________________________________________________________ Get Hotmail on your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/msnmobile -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+