488 - Stories Of My Youth Part 6

We sat with more water as I recovered from the first part of my aunties therapy; she sat on the sofa and I sat in front of her cross legged and it brought back so many memories which as this was now a discussion where I was asked to talk about anything that was in my mind I decided to bring that up, maybe it was seeing up her dress again that triggered it..
Me: “I remember when I was little that I always used to play with my toys at your feet, do you remember that too auntie?” I asked and she looked down at me smiling..
Aunt Ivy: “Yes I do Frankie, you were so messy I had to move my legs all over the place, why is this such a good memory for you, how about we discuss your feelings and thoughts about that” she said softly showing great interest..

Me: “I don’t mind, I remember it vividly.. I liked your legs, so smooth and long and you always wore shorts skirts too, I was so curious and in a way it excited me to get a glimpse of your knickers” I said very openly and with Ivy being family it did feel good to talk..
Aunt Ivy: “That’s very interesting to know Frankie, short skirts were the fashion then, I just knew you were happy playing in your own little world.. I never realised you could see so much, (she widened her legs a bit).. does it look good now, how do you feel about it” she asked and it seemed we were having a serious discussion and I focused my eyes up her dress which was a bit longer than the skirts she used to wear..
Me: “I think your skirts were a lot shorter back then but your legs are just as good” I replied and was surprised when she pulled up her dress which showed far more of those lovely pins but also showed a clear view of her panties..
Aunt Ivy: “How about now, is that better” she asked seeing the focus in my eyes..
Me: “Oh yes auntie, that’s just how I remember it.. so lovely” I said as I felt my shorts start to move which with me sitting cross legged opened up the gaps in the legs and I could feel my balls slipping out.. she didn’t seem to mind me looking at her crotch just like it appeared she didn’t back then..
Aunt Ivy: “So tell me, did you find it sexual back then and do you find it sexual now.. I can see some kind of arousal occurring down there which is perfectly ok, it’s important that you let out your feelings” she asked and she was being so nice about it, I felt I had to continue to be honest with her, she was family after all..

Me: “It was much more curiosity back then, I was attracted to the sight up your skirt and how nice it looked but as I’ve gone through puberty my thoughts have become more sexual, I’ve had dreams about it and definitely masturbated thinking about it.. is that wrong with you being my auntie?” I said rather candidly wondering how she would react to my revelations…
Aunt Ivy: “That’s so interesting to hear that Frankie, as you’ve grown I’ve noticed developments in certain areas that makes me think that you’re developing .. it’s ok to masturbate over pleasant sights and you’re so much like your father.. I remember that you would often find somewhere to sit or play that had a view of my legs, I guess I was pleased with that now I think back” she said as more memories started to come back to me, and my shorts were now visibly rising..
Me: “What about that time I lost a toy behind the sofa.. I was gonna cry and you said you’d reach down and get it for me and you got up on your knees bending over the back, it took you ages to find it didn’t it.. oh I so loved those days auntie” I said which caused a wry little smile come across her face as she too recalled the incident..

Aunt Ivy: “OMG yes, I do remember that Frankie, I hated it that you were crying so it was a no brainer to try and get it, and I remember you climbing up on me to help look too, and how you somehow pushed my skirt up further as you climbed up but I knew it was all harmless fun even when you pushed your face into my bottom haha.. you were so cute back then.. maybe it would help your therapy to reenact that scenario..” she said softly and was she really suggesting we do that again, I had my reservations as to whether she’d thought this through…
Me: “Oh the chance would be a fine thing auntie but I’m a lot bigger now however if you think it might help my therapy then I’m all for trying..” I said back wondering if she’ll go into another weird ritual..
Aunt Ivy: “That’s a good attitude Frankie and it’s so important during these sessions to release the energies and address your inner feelings and for this to work we must have a strong connection.. now close your eyes and take deep breaths while I get into position and try to recall the experience from before” she said and I could tell her voice was changing and I just closed my eyes trying to recollect an even from when I was little..

I was a good 18 inches taller now and that wasn’t the only thing that was different as I reached down and touched my bulging shorts, I was calm and I waited for her to instruct me..
Aunt Ivy: “Ok Frankie, what I want you to do is keep your eyes closed and feel your way, sometimes the sense of feel is far greater than the sense of sight” she said as her voice got shallower and I was convinced that she was heading back to the zone.. I decided a little peek wouldn’t hurt so I opened my eyes just a little to see her on the sofa with her legs about 12 inches apart with her dress hitched up to replicate her previous short skirts and with arms outstretched along the back her head had disappeared from view..
Aunt Ivy: “No cheating Frankie, I want to work on your imagination” she added like she had eyes in her arsehole and seen me..
As she started humming softly I knew I was in for another of her weird rituals and that was my cue to begin so I got on my knees and with flapping hands tapped the sofa until I found her calves which felt so soft as I ran my fingers up towards the back of her knees..
Aunt Ivy: “A tender touch is always nice, what are you feeling inside.. it might help to give a step by step guide” she suggested which I was alright with..

Me: “I’m feeling excited, your legs are still so soft” I said calmly as I moved closer pressing my groin agains the bottom of her foot leaving her in no doubt just how excited I was and to give her an opportunity to end this before it goes too far, a scenario I believe nobody wanted and I knew she felt my boner as I felt her foot moving..
“Aunt Ivy: “That’s good and thank you for the nice compliment.. in some cases it’s been known for you to be naked while performing this exercise if your shorts are becoming a problem, I’ll leave that up to you” she said as she felt the strain inside my shorts and her request seemed valid so before continuing I slipped my shorts off feeling much freer..
I moved my hands slowly up the back of her thighs right up to her buttocks giving them a little squeeze as I explored her tight skin and could hear the humming changing frequency depending on where I touched and even when her foot regained contact with my dick..
Me: “You have a nice bottom auntie, I do like it a lot, I’ve dreamed about kissing it” I said as my hands covered every skin cell of her curvy rump..

Aunt Ivy: “It’s good to hear that Frankie and it’s nice sharing the energies and the thoughts that you are letting go, I remember that you did touch my bottom before, maybe you feel you want to connect again and your sense of taste is appropriate, let yourself go and all inhibitions will come in a natural sense” she said softly in her ritual tone before resuming her semi pitched humming, I’ve known from growing up that Ivy had a sensitive arse and even earlier she revelled in ritualistic frenzy whenever my tongue got near her arse so I was certainly going to take her up on her very kind offer, even if I did keep taking a peek..As my hands slid towards her hips leaving my thumbs trailing to widen her cheeks the vision of her pouting sphincter barely covered with the thin white string made my mouth water..
I edged myself closer feeling her toes against my dick and leaned forward and with my tongue out proceeded to run it slowly up her crack which I think surprised her..
Aunt Ivy: “Hmmm, let the energies flow in different ways, physical contact enhances feeling and taste is undeniable, take unto thee the power of freedom and bless the experience” she mumbled as her tone varied considerably as I repeated the process, she did like her arse licked but how was that helping me with my therapy, my aunt is one hazelnut short of a fruit cake…

Aunt Ivy: “Sometimes your goals are obstructed and you have to dig deep to free the soul, do not speak but savour and taste the goodness of life” she mumbled as her breathing quickened and I was really trying to work out the meanings of her words but was too busy licking that sweet arsehole of hers.. I eased my thumb over and into her crack hooking the little string out leaving nothing in my way so maybe that’s what she meant by digging in, her annoying humming continued and I spent the next few minutes trying to ease her panties down her legs freeing her soul from any constraints and taking full advantage of nakedness below the waist..
Aunt Ivy: “You must rise up now Frankie and finish the lesson, let your strength lead the way to freedom” she murmured and being bigger than I was I had to reach up and pull myself up onto the sofa behind her and as I did so it wasn’t long before my erect penis slid between her legs and I could feel the contact.. she gasped and I felt I had to say something to avoid overstepping boundaries which didn’t even exist..
Me: “Can you see it auntie” I mumbled referring to the make believe toy down the back of the sofa as my cock pulsed against her hanging lips..
Aunt Ivy: “No but I can feel it, we’re so close Frankie.. push further and all the glory will be yours” she murmured as I felt her hand go down between her legs grabbing my penis and easing it into her wet heaven door..

She wasn’t holding back and as I pushed up she pushed down and very quickly I was deep into her causing all sorts of grunting from both of us as I felt her experienced cunt muscles taking control making her very tight but her continued wetness was enough lubrication to make it a smooth ride and as my belly slapped against her arse cheeks and my balls swung between her legs I really thought she’d lost the plot as her body started to shake and spasm as a bone shaking orgasm ripped through her body causing her sweet juices to flow down my balls.. she was very audible as I pounded away at her in true doggy fashion but I couldn’t make out a word that was coming out of her mouth which was probably a good thing as I’d really had enough of her crazy rituals..
On the sofa wasn’t the most perfect position I have to say and I ended up putting my hands under she chest purely for more stability than anything else but it just so happened that in trying to get a grip her dress came open and I had two handfuls of her exposed breasts, no bra on just soft 34b’s with nipples digging into my palms, we were rocking back and forth and up and down and the volume of her bullshit rituals had increased to the point of lustful frenzy and all we both wanted was for me to release my seed.. apparently my soul will be saved..
I decided that being on top of her exactly like two dogs was not the best position so far as movement is concerned so I figured I’d have to let go of her breasts as difficult as that was and then try and scuttle back bringing her with me and putting my feet on the ground and do all of this without another ritual rant..

Me: “I think I’ll be able to bring relief better with my feet grounded” I said breathlessly telling her what I was about to do hoping that she didn’t object for some ritualistic reason..
Aunt Ivy: “Oh yes, great idea as it’ll increase the motion and effectiveness of the final release” she said in agreement and without missing a beat I was on my feet holding her naked hips and boy was I going deeper, there was a mixture of heavy slapping noises followed by a continuous cry of “Agh Agh Agh” with every deep forward stroke..
As I looked down to see her brown ring and just below my rod of steel pounding in and out of her I had to wonder how fucking my auntie was solving my sex addiction problems but hey, my aunties a fruitcake and I’m just here for the ride…

We were now at a point where squelching sounds were added to the audio mix and I was getting so close that I didn’t want to break rhythm so tried to block everything out by focusing on her pouting brown ring beneath me and it wasn’t long before I had my mind blowing orgasm, it wasn’t as bad as the first one but I felt a hell of a lot of energy being passed into my crazy but lovely aunt, she went totally freaky as she felt my semen hit home but I’ve learnt over the years to expect the unexpected with my auntie and then everything went quiet and all you could hear was us both trying to catch some breath..
As I felt myself going down I eased myself back feeling so light and relaxed and even pulled up her panties, a courtesy she extended to me so it was natural to reciprocate..
The was a moment of silence which after all her ramblings was actually rather pleasant and after putting on my shorts I walked over to draw the curtains to let some light into my life as surely this session was over now, Ivy turned herself around to sit facing me totally forgetting that the top half of her dress was open and her lovely tits were on show and for a few seconds just stared into space trying to compose herself, her eyes looked vacant as the feasted my eyes on her exposed globes..

Finally she started to come back to the land of reasonable normality and realised pretty quickly that her boobs were on display..
Aunt Ivy: “Oh how on earth did that happen, I’m so sorry what must you think of me” she gasped as she quickly tucked them away and fastened only one button which did look under pressure making me wonder how long before those puppies fall out again..
Me: “Oh that’s alright auntie, I wasn’t really looking” I said nervously as she adjusted herself on the sofa now sitting with one leg over the other in such a professional manner, shock horror.. what the hell is coming next..
As luck would have it my mother walked through the door to pick me up which was good timing and I have to say that I enjoyed my first therapy session even though my auntie is bat shit crazy and this led to an interesting talk with my mother on the way home..
Me: “What is it with your sister Mother, she’s borderline crazy right” I asked and this was followed by a rather loud chuckle from my mother..

Mother: “Oh she means well Frankie, she has this deluded idea that if she researches anything she becomes an expert in that field using her ritualistic vibes which are total bullshit but it’s best to just play along with her, daddy used to tell her about ailments and then go to see her for therapy, it usually ended up with him losing his load a few times, hell, she doesn’t even know she’s doing it, I think she’s just addicted to cock” she said quite lightheartedly which was worrying especially learning daddy was shagging my mothers sister..
Me: “And you’re ok with that mother?” I asked and was somewhat surprised by her answer..
Mother: “Oh yes of course, we’re a very close family as you know and it’s nice to have that variety in life, we have fun, you have fun with daddy and Sam and it’s all good fun, am I right?” she said quite openly and in a fucked up family like ours nothing ever surprised me..

Mother: “Tell you what, seeing as you’ve had a hard session with my lovely sister how about I run you a lovely hot bath and help you relax, been a while since I bathed my baby” she said with a mischievous look on her face and I was all for that, I remember growing up that she would always bathe me making sure all the important parts were washed thoroughly and also dried thoroughly, she was such a good mother..
Me: “Sounds like a plan Mother” I said excitedly as we continued our journey home..

To Be Continued….