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

Auntie Pen’s Princess And The Blue Moon

... delicious minute and then slipped carefully out of bed and moved to the door. His rising erection holding the pajamas from his thigh, he peeked down the hall - no light under his mother’s door.

Brian went into the lavatory and left the light off. This room shared the same side of the house as his bedroom and the blue moon shone here too.

He pictured himself as he lay on Auntie’s library carpet while she knelt above him ministering to his writhing form in this same ethereal light.

Brian felt the seat of the commode pressing his calves, he let the pajama bottoms drop to the floor, kicked them off, and sat down. He didn’t know why but the dirty-clothes basket caught his eye.

He felt a very deep, almost sick-making thrill in his chest. He got up and went to it, aflame with desire, his mouth filled with saliva and he swallowed hard; on top, there was a green bath towel and then a white long-line bra, ‘oh God, oh God’, he thought.

Beneath the bra, he found the knickers. They stretched as he drew them out from the heavy press of soiled laundry - then they sprang free, pale candle-colored lady’s briefs, he read the white label sewn in the waistband: Gay-Lee, in black cursive.

He dropped back down onto the commode, his mouth was quite dry now. “I dursn’t,” he thought but knowing the very wrongness of it made it irresistible and he knew he would.

He held the knickers up before an erection which seemed to defy gravity. The night was absolutely silent and the moon ...

... sitting on the horizon but never sinking made it seem like time had stopped.

The pants showed modest triangles of lace at the outer edges of the leg openings, the rest was smooth expanses of draped nylon, about ten inches from crotch to waistband.

Outside the window, a night bird flew from right to left across the moon and Brian started.

He lowered the knickers over his cock slowly, passing it through a leg opening he let them descend over it until the gusset touched his scrotum and the tops of his thighs - then he stopped and, barely moving, in thrall to this envelope embracing him, stroking him, as he trembled within it.

Brian thought about the underwear array that Auntie Pen had laid out for him on the plush aubergine counterpane of her canopy bed. He could see them, a menagerie lying there, quietly posed as if slumbering.

She meant for him to eventually enjoy them all while she conducted him, hopefully in that heavenly, scented, and bedecked shrine of a bedroom.

Brian tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, lips parted, he used that murky space as a screen to imagine the scene unfolding on his lap where the bottom of his mother’s panties was sweeping delicately over his crotch.

He lowered them by fractions until the cool nylon settled over his parted thighs, nestling on his testicles and the toilet seat that supported them.

Continuing to pinch the knickers between his thumbs and forefingers he moved them in a slow hula across his genitals ...