I just laid there between her legs embedded inside her but not moving exactly as she had told me, to be honest as stupid as it sounds I don't think I even knew I had to move. If I had listened to Aunt Jen's little talk earlier a bit more attentively maybe I would have had a better idea but there was just so much info to take in especially when such a lot of contradicted the stories that school friends had been telling me about "how you do it".
I was staying with Aunt Jen for three days while my parents went to Scotland for the funeral of Uncle Jack. "Aunt Jen" as I had always known her was not actually my aunt but Mum's friend Jennifer, but she had always been known as Aunt Jen for as long as I could remember.
Aunt Jen was in her mid forties and worked as a nurse, quite ordinarily but nice, although I think she had struggled financially since her husband died she was always very smartly dressed and always seemed to be wearing stockings I remember. Her and her husband had never had children and she now lived alone about five miles from us in a small terraced cottage in a village.
It was at the end of a period of about 3 weeks that I had been off school with measles so there was much discussion about what to do about me. In the end it was decided I would stay with Aunt Jen for the three days while my parents were away. This was no problem at all for me, I had always liked Aunt Jen and often confided in her about things that I wouldn't have even told my parents that was the sort of person she was, you just felt you could tell her or ask her anything.
I guess if the word had been in existence then I would have been called a "nerd", I wasn't particularly interested in sport and usually had my head in a book and the few friends I did have were similar. As regards sex my knowledge was sketchy to say the least, most of the friends I did have hadn't really discovered it yet and the couple that had seemed pretty confused about who did what to whom and with what!. At the time I hadn't even started to masturbate or "wank" as my friends called it, although for about the last month I had been getting erections, sometimes at quite embarrassing and inconvenient times.
Being an old cottage with no central heating Aunt Jens house was not the warmest place in the world in winter, there was a really nice big coal fire in the sitting room but the only other heating was a portable electric heater which she moved around the house as needed. The bedrooms were as cold as ice, Aunt Jen had put the heater in my room for an hour then in hers but by the time I went to bed to me it was still freezing cold in my room.
Aunt Jen then suggested that maybe she should leave the heater on in her room over night and that I sleep in her bed with her. You can probably tell my lack of knowledge about sex when I say didn't even give this suggestion a second thought, it just seemed a practical and very sensible way of both of us keeping warm on what was a very cold winter night.
I was sent to bed about 9 and I was still awake when Aunt Jen came to bed around 10.30. She had already changes into her pyjamas, thick dark pink pyjamas and not in the least bit sexy buy I still remember thinking how nice she looked. I am not sure what caused it but not long she had climbed in bed beside me I found I had an erection that just would not go away, because of this I was restless and kept fidgeting. This kept Aunt Jen awake and she kept asking me what was the matter and telling me to lie still and get to sleep, but it just wasn't working and the end she got really annoyed and suddenly turned over and grabbed me to shake me or prod me or something but unfortunately it was dark and her had landed right on my erection.
"Oh my god!, what is that" she said in horror
I think if the light had had been on she would have seen me turn the colour of a very ripe tomato!
"You'd better go to the bathroom and take care of that I think don't you, so we can both get some sleep" she finally said.
I didn't have a clue what she meant and this very soon dawned on her.
"Don't you ever ermmmm . . . play with yourself" she said struggling to find the right words.
By now she had put the bedside lamp on and could see my embarrassed but totally blank look, after a few more pertinent questions she began to realise that my parents nor anybody else had never told me the "facts of life" as it was called then.
"I think there's a few things you need to know and I guess its going to have to be me to tell you. . ." she started.
She then proceeded for the next twenty minutes or so to give me a mini sex lesson, she then decided it was getting late and maybe we should continue this in the morning. . . glancing down she then noticed from the tenting effect in my pyjamas I still had my "little problem" as she referred to it.
"Jesus!, - what does it take to make that thing go down" she exclaimed.
I then noticed she herself looked rather flushed also and had a rather funny look in her eyes. . . she then learned over and with her hand on my penis through my pyjamas and gave it a little squeeze, it was as if I had been given a electric shock, nobody had ever touched me there before.
"Sorry did that hurt" she asked seeing the look of shock on my face.
"No, it was OK really" I said struggling to find words but not wanting to actually admit I liked her touching me.
"You're certainly a big lad aren't you". . . she said smiling with her hand still resting on the bulge in my pyjamas.
"Did you understand what I was telling you earlier, about men and women and how babies are made" she continued.
"Well. . . some of it" I replied.
"So do you know how to make that hardness go away now"
There was a whole load of stuff to take in from what she had been telling me and I had a whole lot of questions to ask, which I was planning to ask when we continued the conversation in the morning so I answered quite truthfully saying "Not really".
If. . . you give me your solemn promise never ever to tell anybody would you like me to help you make that go down and actually show you just what I've been talking about"
I really didn't have too much idea just what she meant by that but rather sheepishly I said accepted the offer.
She then made me promise never to tell a living sole or we would both be in a huge amount of trouble and also if at any point I wanted to stop what was going to happen I should just say so immediately and it would never be mentioned again. I promised and agreed to these conditions even though I didn't really know what was going to happen.
"Just take your pyjama trousers off. . ."
I did as I was asked, then saw she also was removing her pyjama trousers also and then tossed them on the floor by the side of the bed.
She then learned over and gave me a little kiss on my forehead and then rolled over and lay on her back. I didn't know what was going on here but I did know my penis was as hard as an iron bar and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Once again she asked me if I was OK and did I still wanted to continue, I answered yes.
"Come over here and lay on top of me"
I did as was asked, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin making my penis throb against her inner thigh.
"So. . . do you remember what I told you, and how the man puts his penis inside the women to make them both feel nice" she asked.
"Well. . . that's what we are going to do" she continued.
My penis felt like it was now rubbing up against a soft brush between Aunt Jens legs, I could see nothing because everything was hidden by the bed clothes but that's just how it felt.
She must have realised nothing was going happen if she didn't take charge so she took my penis in her hand, rubbed it up and down that soft brush for a few moments, then still holding me pressed the head of my penis into what felt like a very warm and wet groove. Once again she asked if I was OK before proceeding, I nodded.
"Now just very slowly and gently push it in" she instructed.
I willingly did as I was told and pushed the head in a little further, I remembered gasping at the wonderful feeling and seeing Aunt Jen looking very flushed but smiling.
(TBC)...
I was staying with Aunt Jen for three days while my parents went to Scotland for the funeral of Uncle Jack. "Aunt Jen" as I had always known her was not actually my aunt but Mum's friend Jennifer, but she had always been known as Aunt Jen for as long as I could remember.
Aunt Jen was in her mid forties and worked as a nurse, quite ordinarily but nice, although I think she had struggled financially since her husband died she was always very smartly dressed and always seemed to be wearing stockings I remember. Her and her husband had never had children and she now lived alone about five miles from us in a small terraced cottage in a village.
It was at the end of a period of about 3 weeks that I had been off school with measles so there was much discussion about what to do about me. In the end it was decided I would stay with Aunt Jen for the three days while my parents were away. This was no problem at all for me, I had always liked Aunt Jen and often confided in her about things that I wouldn't have even told my parents that was the sort of person she was, you just felt you could tell her or ask her anything.
I guess if the word had been in existence then I would have been called a "nerd", I wasn't particularly interested in sport and usually had my head in a book and the few friends I did have were similar. As regards sex my knowledge was sketchy to say the least, most of the friends I did have hadn't really discovered it yet and the couple that had seemed pretty confused about who did what to whom and with what!. At the time I hadn't even started to masturbate or "wank" as my friends called it, although for about the last month I had been getting erections, sometimes at quite embarrassing and inconvenient times.
Being an old cottage with no central heating Aunt Jens house was not the warmest place in the world in winter, there was a really nice big coal fire in the sitting room but the only other heating was a portable electric heater which she moved around the house as needed. The bedrooms were as cold as ice, Aunt Jen had put the heater in my room for an hour then in hers but by the time I went to bed to me it was still freezing cold in my room.
Aunt Jen then suggested that maybe she should leave the heater on in her room over night and that I sleep in her bed with her. You can probably tell my lack of knowledge about sex when I say didn't even give this suggestion a second thought, it just seemed a practical and very sensible way of both of us keeping warm on what was a very cold winter night.
I was sent to bed about 9 and I was still awake when Aunt Jen came to bed around 10.30. She had already changes into her pyjamas, thick dark pink pyjamas and not in the least bit sexy buy I still remember thinking how nice she looked. I am not sure what caused it but not long she had climbed in bed beside me I found I had an erection that just would not go away, because of this I was restless and kept fidgeting. This kept Aunt Jen awake and she kept asking me what was the matter and telling me to lie still and get to sleep, but it just wasn't working and the end she got really annoyed and suddenly turned over and grabbed me to shake me or prod me or something but unfortunately it was dark and her had landed right on my erection.
"Oh my god!, what is that" she said in horror
I think if the light had had been on she would have seen me turn the colour of a very ripe tomato!
"You'd better go to the bathroom and take care of that I think don't you, so we can both get some sleep" she finally said.
I didn't have a clue what she meant and this very soon dawned on her.
"Don't you ever ermmmm . . . play with yourself" she said struggling to find the right words.
By now she had put the bedside lamp on and could see my embarrassed but totally blank look, after a few more pertinent questions she began to realise that my parents nor anybody else had never told me the "facts of life" as it was called then.
"I think there's a few things you need to know and I guess its going to have to be me to tell you. . ." she started.
She then proceeded for the next twenty minutes or so to give me a mini sex lesson, she then decided it was getting late and maybe we should continue this in the morning. . . glancing down she then noticed from the tenting effect in my pyjamas I still had my "little problem" as she referred to it.
"Jesus!, - what does it take to make that thing go down" she exclaimed.
I then noticed she herself looked rather flushed also and had a rather funny look in her eyes. . . she then learned over and with her hand on my penis through my pyjamas and gave it a little squeeze, it was as if I had been given a electric shock, nobody had ever touched me there before.
"Sorry did that hurt" she asked seeing the look of shock on my face.
"No, it was OK really" I said struggling to find words but not wanting to actually admit I liked her touching me.
"You're certainly a big lad aren't you". . . she said smiling with her hand still resting on the bulge in my pyjamas.
"Did you understand what I was telling you earlier, about men and women and how babies are made" she continued.
"Well. . . some of it" I replied.
"So do you know how to make that hardness go away now"
There was a whole load of stuff to take in from what she had been telling me and I had a whole lot of questions to ask, which I was planning to ask when we continued the conversation in the morning so I answered quite truthfully saying "Not really".
If. . . you give me your solemn promise never ever to tell anybody would you like me to help you make that go down and actually show you just what I've been talking about"
I really didn't have too much idea just what she meant by that but rather sheepishly I said accepted the offer.
She then made me promise never to tell a living sole or we would both be in a huge amount of trouble and also if at any point I wanted to stop what was going to happen I should just say so immediately and it would never be mentioned again. I promised and agreed to these conditions even though I didn't really know what was going to happen.
"Just take your pyjama trousers off. . ."
I did as I was asked, then saw she also was removing her pyjama trousers also and then tossed them on the floor by the side of the bed.
She then learned over and gave me a little kiss on my forehead and then rolled over and lay on her back. I didn't know what was going on here but I did know my penis was as hard as an iron bar and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Once again she asked me if I was OK and did I still wanted to continue, I answered yes.
"Come over here and lay on top of me"
I did as was asked, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin making my penis throb against her inner thigh.
"So. . . do you remember what I told you, and how the man puts his penis inside the women to make them both feel nice" she asked.
"Well. . . that's what we are going to do" she continued.
My penis felt like it was now rubbing up against a soft brush between Aunt Jens legs, I could see nothing because everything was hidden by the bed clothes but that's just how it felt.
She must have realised nothing was going happen if she didn't take charge so she took my penis in her hand, rubbed it up and down that soft brush for a few moments, then still holding me pressed the head of my penis into what felt like a very warm and wet groove. Once again she asked if I was OK before proceeding, I nodded.
"Now just very slowly and gently push it in" she instructed.
I willingly did as I was told and pushed the head in a little further, I remembered gasping at the wonderful feeling and seeing Aunt Jen looking very flushed but smiling.
(TBC)...