Roger and I have become quite a team now that he has found there is indeed something on this planet is willing and eager to take on his monstrous cock. His confidence is up, his cock is usually up, and so is his endurance down under. (forget Australia) Ah, but in every life a little rain must fall. Today is Friday so when he got home from school today we had one of our kitchen table conferences. The subject: A woman’s dreaded period. The curse of the crotch rears its ugly head.
I explained the situation to Roger, and understandably, I could see his disappointment. I was also going to miss him and his gigantic cock. I had gotten to where I could take that big fellow straight on from start to fabulous finish. I was still having four or five orgasms each session, and I was hoping that would never change. Roger, on the other hand, was developing a remarkable stamina. On occasion he would stay in the saddle until I suggested that he call it a day. That big cock still got me sore after a while, and he understood. He was so glad to have a source of relief. He never complained about a thing; nor did I.
“Cheer up, baby,” I said trying to comfort him. “I’ve talked with your Aunt Edna, and discreetly explained our situation. She is a very hot blooded woman, and she is excited about the opportunity to see and experience your marvelous cock. Is that okay with you?”
“Aunt Edna?” he cried. She was Mom’s sister, and although she had a pretty face, she was somewhat fleshier than my mom. Big tits came with the extra pounds, and her body still had curves in the right places. She was probably about three years older than mom, but she had a good attitude and seemed to take life as it was presented to her. Evidently I was one of those presentations you hear about.
Mom was very patient and very thorough as always. She explained that her sister Edna was a very hot blooded woman who loved to fuck. She was comfortable with both men and women. In fact, Mom and Edna still met on occasion to enjoy the pleasures of all woman sex. That in itself baffled me, but I had enough other stuff to digest at the moment. My mother had just given me both permission and encouragement to go over and sleep with my aunt for the next five days. How’s that for a liberal attitude?
Mom and I showered together before I launched my new adventure, and naturally as always I played with Mom’s tits considerably and she gave me a great blow job. She laughed after the blow job and told me she didn’t want Edna to get more than her share.
Roger narrates from here on:
Mom had already packed some of my personal stuff, so I took the bag and strapped it securely to the back seat of my motorcycle. Aunt Edna lived across town near the school where she taught, but it was still only 10 minutes between houses. When I pulled into her driveway I noticed the garage door was open so I pulled in and dismounted.
Aunt Edna met me at the back door and gave me a big hug pressing her large tits into my ribcage. For the first time in my life, I noticed how soft and warm her bosom was as she pressed it against my body.
“Gracious, Roger,” she exclaimed, “but look how you’ve grown. “You’re a man now, alright, and that’s exactly how I am going to treat you.”
“Thanks, Auntie,” I said politely.
“Auntie, my ass, young man,” she scoffed. “If we are going to get to know each other as well as I hope we do, I want you to start calling me either Edna or Eddie like my friends do. Agree?”
“Fine with me,” and after a slight hesitation I added, “Eddie. That fits you as far as I’m concerned.”
“Good, now are you hungry?”
“Mom says I’m always hungry.”
“And according to your mom, you two have a terrific way of burning off the calories.” Then she gave me a sideways glance and added, “I can stand to burn off a few calories myself.”
“While we are on the subject, Aun . . . Eddie, I hope you aren’t taking me in just because Mom asked you to. I can take care of myself, and her period is no big thing.”
“Nonsense, Roger. Your mother knows very well how much I like sex, and she tells me you are developing quite an appetite for the sport yourself. Over the next five days I am going to try my best to convince you to spend at least five days a month over here while your mom is under the weather, so to speak.” She chuckled at her last remark, but it was abundantly clear that she was serious about the rest of her conversation.
