Auntie Pen’s Princess And The Blue Moon - Sex Stories

Auntie Pen’s Princess And The Blue Moon

Brian caught the eastbound night bus and was gratified to see some light-hearted couples, clearly excited after dancing at the Palais - his timing was good for a return to his mother’s.

He’d felt suddenly glum as he walked away from Aunt Pen’s, remorseful even. Was this ‘post coital tristesse’? There hadn’t been real coitus. Everything but.

He hopped off the bus a couple of stops early, he needed time to compose his thoughts before he arrived at home.

THAT had been a complete debauch. He’d never do it again, that was for sure! Sex with Auntie Pen! He didn’t even recognize himself. His dear mother must never find out, that’s what was important.

At his mother’s place, the light above the door had been left on and he felt a little brighter as he entered the house with some small sense of purpose now.

“Hi, Mum, I’m home!”

“Hello, Brian! Did you have a lovely time?”

“Yeah, pretty good. They had a good band tonight. “

“Dance with anyone? Want some cocoa?”

“Yes, of course, couple of girls”

She looked at him closely as she smiled back.

“I didn’t meet your future daughter-in-law, though.”

While she served them both cocoa she asked, “Did you see the blue moon tonight?”

“Yes, very impressive. I think it’s the first one I’ve seen.”

“They had one when I was a girl,” she said wistfully.

“The Major was talking to some of us about them on Friday, said our weather boys have been expecting one, something about peat burning in the tundra, a very ...

... rare occurrence.

“Peat fires?”

“Yeah, they put the right kind of smoke particles into the stratosphere apparently, turns the moonbeams blue, and takes the romance away once you know what causes it.”

Brian put his empty cup on the table and leaned over it to kiss his mother’s forehead. “Well, it’s bedtime for me.”

“Brush your teeth, dear.”

He climbed the stairs to his room and found that his mother had left clean pajamas under his pillow, after he put them on he noticed the spine of a thick book on the shelf and pulled it off, It was an old copy of ‘Boys Own Annual’ that he had hollowed out to hide pinup magazines inside.

He opened the volume and saw the lurid cover of an issue of ‘Wink’. He felt his penis smoothly erect itself against the freshly ironed bottoms of his pajamas. He closed the volume and put it back in its place.

Lying in bed with his hands behind his head he couldn’t help but marvel at his arousal - was there no satiation for him today?

He rolled onto his left side and could see the moon still shining through his window, it was just above the horizon.

He moved his right hand under the covers and found his cock. It was magnificently hard and his hand felt cool as it gently caressed the swollen corona.

Brian sighed out loud in his old boyhood room. His overworked urethra throbbed luxuriously, the tingle ran along it all the way to the tight, thin lips of the tip. He knew he would have to wank.

He contemplated his decision for a ...