My aunt Betty. She was a shining star in my life. She had been everywhere and done everything. She was my mothers baby sister and had been a stewardess, a nurse and even a Los Vegas show girl. Mostly what she was was a prostitute. You name it, she had done it; call girl, stripper, house whore even a street walker.
She was about five feet tall, raven black hair, green eyes and a nice rack. She resembled Bree Olsen, the porn star, in build. God she was hot and attracted men like a light bulb attracts insects on a hot Georgia night.
I was raised by my mother and even though I had an older half-brother and two younger half-sisters it was mostly just me and mom. The rest of the kids almost always living with their fathers family's. I never met my father so there was no one to pawn me off on.
We always lived in small apartments and usually of the studio kind. Mom was a looker herself, about 5' 4", brunette with a slender frame and A cup titties. I used to play with her "falsies" as a kid before I knew what they were. She had the morals of an alley cat. There was an endless parade of men at our door and, under the living arrangements, there were no secrets. I did not grow up with a strong male role-model.
Aunt Betty used to show up at our door unannounced. Sometime on top of the world, driving a new Cadillac Convertible, sometimes carrying a beat up suitcase from the city bus stop. No matter, I was always thrilled to see her. I knew that for the next week or so I would have two gorgeous women walking around in bras and panties and sometimes even less. It was Aunt Betty who taught me how to be a "personal maid", shaving her legs, washing her hair and lingerie and even helping apply makeup. Mom waited till I had perfected my talents but then she too took advantage of my "skills". They even used to dress me "up". I loved it all. It was a very unconventional childhood but I didn't know it at the time.
Things changed when I turned eighteen. I don't know if mom was tired of me living with her or if it was me rebelling but we started fighting, a lot. Finally when school was out she packed a bag for me, handed me fifty dollars and a bus ticket and kissed me good bye. I was on my way to live with Aunt Betty. I only hoped she would take me in.
Bright lights and big city! I showed up at her door after two days on the bus. She was shocked to see me but she didn't turn me away. After listening to my tale she agreed to let me stay until I could decide what I wanted to do with my life. At least I had a couch to sleep on.
I quickly fell under her spell and within a day or two I was again her personal maid. She agreed to pay me a small stipend along with room and board for my "personal" services. I was more than happy with that. She also explained to me for the first time what exactly she did for a living. I was a little dismayed at first but she just giggled at my blushing and teased me.
"Hadn't I ever paid for sex?" she asked.
I blushed even more, afraid to tell her I was a virgin.
My silence must have tipped her off. She quit laughing and got a funny look on her face, then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was a tender kiss but not at all like she had ever kissed me before. It was my first boy/girl kiss and I knew I was in love.
"You're so cute!" she giggled. "now help me get ready, I have an appointment to keep."
She giggled some more when she saw the tent in my pants as I stood up to follow her into her bedroom. Stripping off her clothes she told me to get her bubble bath ready. I scampered away. For the next couple hours I was in a constant state of arousal as I bathed her, shaved her legs and, I don't know why, but I actually had an orgasm when she had me shave her underarms. She noticed and smiled. Shaking her head she said.
"I was going to have you give my little pussy a trim but I don't think you could handle the excitement!"
I blushed at her language and I'm sure my disappointment showed. I had disappointed her and I silently vowed to have more control in the future.
She laughed at my stern look. I will always believe she could read every thought I had.
"That's OK, you can help me with my body lotion" she said as she toweled off.
I was in heaven and after seeing how obviously excited I became she murmured something about teenage boys and sighed as I lovingly ran my hands over every inch of her body. I was too shy to linger at her breasts but I did get to touch them and I gave her ass extra attention. I got to do her thighs but she stopped me short of her "money maker", (wink, smile).
Next came her sexy underwear. She threw open her drawer and told me to pick out what she should wear. I was in awe. There were hundreds of panties and bras in all colors, a huge assortment of slips and camisoles and garter belts. There was a section of corsets and bustiers. Stockings and pantyhose filled another drawer. I finally chose a matching turquoise bra and pantie set. I was in danger of breaking my vow of self control as I helped her on with her sheer white stocking and rather awkwardly fastened them to her garter belt. She even allowed me to fasten her bra! YES! She finished with a flowered sun dress and white high heels. God she looked hot.
She headed for the door then turned back and said.
