The following story is true and deals with things, which
happened involving my Mothers Aunt and me during World
War II. I will be 73 years old in December, 2001and have
thought about these events frequently over the last 60
years. I can tell you two things of which I am certain.
First, I am convinced that none of this would have
happened if it wouldn’t have been for the war. Second, I
did not then, nor do I now feel as if I was abused in any
way.
I had just turned 13 when the war broke out in December
of 1941. My Dad was in the service prior to the war and
was sent to England in June of 1941. We did not see him
again until early in 1946. Mom and I lived with her
parents in rural Iowa. I was small of stature for a boy
13 years old. I was about 4’3″ and weighed about 65
pounds. I was mentally developed, but not physically. I
had yet to go through puberty. People just assumed that I
was 7 or eight years old and treated me as such.
In early January of 1942, Mother decided she and I would
move to Chicago so she could get a good job in one of the
factories involved in the war effort. Mom’s Aunt Abby
lived in Chicago and had turned her home into a boarding
house. Aunt Abby was my Grandfathers sister and married
an older man from Chicago. He passed away several years
ago and she turned their home into a boarding house for
single women.
Mom and I took a single room in this big rambling house.
The room consisted of a small single bed for Mom, a fold
up cot for me and a dresser with a washbowl and pitcher
sitting atop it. The bathroom was down the hall and was
shared by all the boarders. I was the only child in the
house. If Mom would not have been a relative, she
wouldn’t have been allowed to move in because Aunt Abby
had a strict no children policy.
Aunt Abby was a no-nonsense type of person, but she had a
ready smile and was quick with a joke. She was about 50
and had jet-black hair with streaks of gray. She was
about 5’4″ tall and weighed about 170 pounds. She was
kind of big with big flared hips and broad shoulders. She
had a small waist for a woman her size and great big
breasts. She never had children and all her family was
still in Iowa so she loved having us there.
All the women who lived in the house worked in a factory
of some sort. The day after we arrived, Mom got me set up
in school. The following day she went to work on the day
shift, which began at 6am. Because they had to be on the
factory floor at 6am Mom left for work at 5:15. Aunt Abby
agreed to take care of me in the morning and see that I
got off to school. Mom did warn her that I slept like a
rock and was it was extremely difficult to wake me up.
That first morning I discovered Aunt Abby had a daily
routine from which she never varied and I suddenly became
a part of that routine. She rose at 4am, got dressed,
went down stairs and started fires in both the fireplace
in the living room and the wood burning stove in the
dining room. She then make lunches for the boarders. When
the ladies left for the day, she then came to our room
and took me to her room where I would stay until time to
leave for school.
I was not used to getting up that early, but the first
morning I was wide-awake and full of anticipation. I had
never been in my Aunt’s room and was surprised at its
large size. There was a small bed like the one Mom slept
in except it was pushed up against the wall and had a
small nightstand with a lamp sitting on it. There was a
large couch, a big chair with an ottoman, a dresser and
large floor model radio. There was also a washstand,
which contained a china washbowl, pitcher for fresh wash
water and a chamber pot sitting on the floor next to it.
When we entered the room, Aunt Abby told me to lay down
on the couch and go back to sleep. I did as I was told
except I was not sleepy. Aunt Abby came over and pulled
the blanket up to my chin and kissed me on the cheek. She
then reached up and pulled the string to turn off the
single light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle
of the room. This left the room illuminated by the small
lamp on the nightstand.
Aunt Abby moved around the room for a minute or two and
then went over to the closet and opened the door. She
removed her dress and slip hanging them up on one of two
hooks on the back of the door. She stood before me in her
white cotton panties and bra. I really didn’t think much
of it since I had seen my Mom in her panties and bra
almost every day of my life.
At that moment she was just my Aunt changing her clothes.
I watched as she unhooked her bra, took it off and hung
it on the doorknob. Her breasts hung down off her chest
like two large teardrops. They were sort of flat at the
top then becoming big and globe shaped at the bottom. At
the bottom of each breast was a big dark brown spot,
which had a very pronounced nipple about one inch long at
the very end of the breast. She placed one hand under
each breast, pulled them up and rubbed them together for
a moment. She then put her fingers in the waistband of
her panties and adjusted them by pulling them up slightly
over her big hips. She took a heavy gown off the other
hook on the door, pulled it on over her head and closed
the closet door.
As she started across the room, I closed my eyes very
quickly and pretended to be asleep. I opened my eyes
again just in time to see her pull her gown up almost to
her waist before getting in the bed. At 7am when she woke
me up, she was fully dressed and ready to start the day.
She fed me breakfast and I went off to school. The
routine didn’t change for the next three weeks. Every day
was the same. My Aunt woke me and took me to her room
where I pretended to be asleep while watching her undress
and put her nightclothes on.
Then one morning when I woke up it was colder than
normal. When I laid down on the couch in Aunt Abby’s room
I was shivering. Aunt Abby changed into her gown and got
me up off the couch. She told me to get in the bed with
her. She led me to her bed, pulled her gown up to just
below her buttocks and got into the bed. She moved over
and placed her back against the wall so she was facing me
and held the covers up for me to get in the bed.
I got into bed and turned over on my side with my back to
her. She put her left arm over me, placed it around my
waist and pulled me to her very tightly. The warmth of
her body was indeed welcome on such a cold morning. I
shivered slightly and she pulled me closer, rubbing my
chest and stomach through the fabric of my long johns. I
fell into a very wonderful sleep.
The next morning was the same except Aunt Abby told me to
get right in her bed as we entered her room. I watched
her dress and when she was about to get into bed I told
her I had to pee. She told me to use the chamber pot
instead of going down the hall. She got in the bed as I
walked across the room.
When I bent over to remove the lid from the chamber pot I
looked over at my Aunt. She was laying in the bed propped
up on her elbow watching to make sure I didn’t pee on the
floor. I unbuttoned the fly on my long johns and took my
penis out. As I stood there peeing, I looked over at Aunt
Abby and she smiled at me. It was cold and when I
finished I placed the lid back on the chamber pot and ran
back over to the bed. In a few moments I was warm and
comfy wrapped up in my Aunt Abby’s arms. I went right off
to sleep.
My sleep was disturbed a short time later by my Aunt Abby
moving me in the bed. I was being turned over to face
her. I heard my Aunt’s voice comforting me and telling me
to go back to sleep. She had turned me over to face her,
moved me down slightly in the bed and positioned her
right arm under my head. I was now fully awake, but
pretended to be asleep. My face was resting on her right
breast. I could feel her breath on my forehead.
We lay like this for a few minutes and then my Aunt very
softly spoke my name, I guess to see if I was asleep. I
did not answer. In a few moments she moved my leg
slightly and placed her hand at the opening of the fly on
my long johns. Her hand entered the unbuttoned opening
and found my penis. She lightly touched both my penis and
scrotum for several minutes. My uncircumcised penis
responded by becoming erect. I had never felt anything
like this, my penis had been erect before, but, no one
had ever touched it in this way.
I could both hear and feel my Aunt’s breathing becoming
faster. She removed her hand from my penis, reached up
and unbuttoned several buttons on her gown. She pulled
the gown away so my face was now touching the bearskin of
her breast. She adjusted herself slightly so that my lips
were actually touching the nipple and my breath fell
right on it. I felt her nipple grow larger and move
across my lips with each breath she took.
Again I felt her hand on my right leg. She pulled on the
fabric of my long johns until it was well above my knee.
She then raised her hips and pulled the heavy gown up
above her waist. She raised her left leg and pulled my
right leg up and bent it at the knee, placing my knee
between her legs. I felt the softness of her cotton
panties on my knee and something warm, soft and moist. I
could also feel the stubble of hair on her inner thighs.
My penis was pressed against her soft belly. She began to
slowly move her hips and rub my knee deeper into that
warmth. I felt it become warmer and more moist.
Instinctively I guess, I parted my lips and moved my
mouth around her nipple. We both froze for a moment, but,
I guess when I didn’t move she assumed I was still asleep
and began her hip movements again. I could not help
myself, my penis was throbbing with each beat of my
heart. I slowly took the nipple into my mouth and began
to very lightly suckle it. With this my Aunt’s hip
movements and her breathing became more rapid.
She began a very low almost inaudible moan, which lasted
for only a few seconds, and then her body shook slightly
and she relaxed. I still had her nipple in my mouth but
as soon as she relaxed she pulled herself away from me
and covered her breast. She turned over quickly with her
back to me. I felt her pulling her gown down below her
buttocks. The fabric of the long john’s bunched above my
knee was soaking wet. I lay there in a combination of
pleasure and terror. I didn’t know at that point if I had
injured her or what had happened. It ended so abruptly.
What seemed as though it would go on forever lasted only
about 5 minutes.
In a few minutes, Aunt Abby got up, turned on the table
lamp and stood there looking at me for a few moments to
make sure I was still asleep then went over to the wash
stand. She poured fresh water in the bowl and wet a
washrag. She pulled her gown off and removed her panties.
This was the first time I had ever seen a woman nude. I
looked at her body as she wiped between her legs with the
washrag.
Her shoulders and arms were big. Her breasts hung from
her chest almost down to her stomach and swayed from side
to side as her body moved with the washing action. The
nipples, especially the right one were much longer and
larger than earlier when she changed clothes. Her upper
body tapered abruptly as it approached her hips to form a
small waist. Just below her waist was the small
protrusion of her stomach which depending on the movement
of her body showed rings of fat around her waist.
Her hips were wide as they flared out from her waist to
form big bulges on the outside of her upper thighs. Her
legs did not appear fat but muscular and well-formed
right down to her calves. As she turned one way then the
other during her washing, I saw how her strong back
gently curved into her full well rounded buttocks. As she
washed she crouched slightly and opened her legs. I was
afforded a full frontal view of her jet black pubic hair
which started at her navel as a wispy line about 2 inches
in length then abruptly became a mass spreading across
her lower stomach and down between her legs.
My penis was still throbbing. As I lay there looking at
my Aunt, I began to touch myself. I discovered for the
first time that when my penis got extremely hard the
foreskin shrank and pulled back against the head very
tightly. As I played with myself the head of my penis
suddenly slipped out of the skin and was fully exposed
for the first time in my young life. I was scared at
first but, resisted the urge to pull back the covers and
look at it. I touched the exposed head and it was tender
and extremely sensitive. The feeling of touching the head
when exposed was a hundred times better than touching it
through the skin.
When Aunt Abby finished washing up and started over to
the closet I stopped playing with myself because I knew
she would wake me up as soon as she was dressed. I faked
sleep when Aunt Abby tried to wake me. I finally sat up
on the side of the bed with the covers over my leg. Aunt
Abby sat down next to me and asked if I slept well. She
remarked that she thought I was having a nightmare one
time because I was moving around so much. I don’t know
what caused me to say it, but, I replied that I wasn’t
having a nightmare but a very sweet dream. She just
laughed a little nervously and told me to wash up in the
bathroom and come downstairs for breakfast.
I quickly gathered my clothes and ran to the bathroom. I
stood in front of the mirror and looked at my penis. I
played with it until it got hard and then pulled back the
foreskin to see the head for the first time. It was a
deep shade of purple almost blue when it first came out
of the skin. As I continued to touch it, it became paler
and in a few moments was a deep pink color. I heard Aunt
Abby calling me from down stairs and hurriedly threw my
clothes on and ran down to breakfast. I could have stayed
in that bathroom all day touching myself. It felt like
better than anything I had ever felt before.
I went to the bathroom at school that day every chance I
got even if I didn’t need to go. I went into the stall
and pulled the foreskin back to touch and look at my
penis. All I had to do was get it hard and pull the
foreskin back and the head came right out. That night as
I lay awake in my freshly washed long johns thinking
about the events of this morning and my Aunt’s body, my
penis began to get harder than ever. I was suddenly
stunned to realize that the head of my penis had popped
out of the foreskin all by itself. I touched myself for
several minutes then went off to sleep.
The next morning as I lay in bed pretending sleep and
watching my Aunt undress I became aroused at once when I
saw her remove her panties before putting on her gown. As
she walked across the room I noticed the first 4 or 5
buttons on her gown were not buttoned. By the time my
Aunt reached the bed, my penis was hard and the head had
popped out of the foreskin.
My Aunt got in bed and laid very still for about 10
minutes. Slowly I felt her positioning both me and
herself in the same position as the morning before. This
morning she jerked slightly in surprise and became very
still for a minute or two when she placed her hand on my
penis and found that not only was it hard but, that the
head had freed itself from the foreskin. I cannot
describe the feeling of her soft hand tenderly touching
and caressing the head of my penis.
To this day I can still remember the feeling. She went
through the same motions and actions as the day before
except as she gently moved her hips against my legs she
touched the head of my penis with her fingertips and
softly, gently rubbed it against her stomach. I felt more
moisture and wetness between her legs and more audible,
prolonged moaning on her part.
As for me I suckled a little harder on her breast and a
couple of times touched the tip of my tongue to it. The
session on the second morning lasted about twice as long
as the first time. After my Aunt relaxed she lay in bed
for about 15 minutes before she got up. I watched again
as she cleaned herself before dressing and waking me.
When she woke me she asked if I had another good dream
and I replied it was the best yet. She smiled and winked
at me.
This morning ritual went on for about a week. Each time
my Aunt touched me more and more. I began to receive more
pleasure than I had ever imagined. But, I was just on the
verge of finding out what real pleasure was. On the
morning of the eight or ninth day as my Aunt was
pleasuring herself on my knee and touching the head of my
penis, I began to be overcome with wave after wave of a
pleasure of my own that I had not experienced up to this
point.
Each wave was more powerful than before and suddenly as I
crossed over the top of a wave my penis began to spasm.
First slightly then it tightened and I felt something
spurting out of it. I was overcome with pleasure and
moaned out loud. My Aunt jumped what felt like10 feet off
the bed as I moaned and the sperm hit her stomach. I
instinctively jumped up with her, my penis finishing its
shower on the bed sheets.
My Aunt jumped off the bed and turned on the lamp
adjusting her clothes and buttoning her gown as she stood
there asking me what was wrong. I said I didn’t know,
that something had come out of me and scared me. She
stood for a minute and collected herself then proceeded
to tell me about boys growing up and wet dreams. She then
sent me to the bathroom to cleanup and never mentioned
another word about it.
For the next several days, I was back sleeping on the
couch. Then about a week later it got colder than it had
all winter. Aunt Abby told me that morning I could get in
the bed with her. As I watched her undress and put her
gown, I saw she did not remove her panties. We both lay
there for a long time very still.
She was probably hoping I was asleep and I was hoping she
wasn’t. Slowly, carefully I felt her move. Then I felt
her hand on my leg. She slowly began to move us into
position and began to take her pleasure from my knee. I
wanted to know the source of her pleasure and the wetness
between her legs. As she moved her hips back and forth, I
placed my arm over her body and around her waist. I could
feel her soft skin and the roll of fat around her waist.
I slowly moved my hand down over her panty-covered hips
to the bulge at the top of her thigh. As soon as I heard
her begin moaning I very quickly moved my knee down away
from her crotch and replaced it with my hand. I placed
the palm on the inside of her thigh and my thumb and
index finger up against the softness covered by the
cotton material in the crotch of her panties. I began to
move my thumb and finger slowly feeling both the softness
and warmth of a woman’s pussy for the first time.
The cotton fabric of her panties was wet and was becoming
much wetter as my Aunt responded to my touch. She
continued the slow measured movements of her hips. Her
hand found my penis and began to caress it softly. I very
carefully eased my index finger under the cotton fabric
and it sank into a much warmer and wetter abyss. My Aunt
was beginning to moan slowly and moved slightly towards
me to lay more on her back. I eased over in the bed
slowly and cautiously until she was able to lay fully on
her back.
By this time I was propped up on one elbow with my leg
draped over hers and feeling every inch of her pussy both
inside and out with every one of the fingers on my right
hand. All pretense was lost. She moaned openly and I took
the nipple of her right breast into my mouth and sucked
on it like never before.
Aunt Abby opened her legs wide to allow my hand greater
access. We were both overcome with desire. I slid my
whole body over her right leg and my penis went right to
its mark. Aunt Abby did not resist, instead she raised
both her legs into the air and began to moan and whimper.
I came in about 45 seconds with an orgasm I have never
known since with any woman but her.
When we were finished I collapsed on top of her. She
hugged me tight for a few minutes. She then asked me how
long I had known what she was doing to me in my sleep. I
told her since the first night. She asked if I was going
to tell anyone and I said no, not ever. That is a promise
I have kept to this day. I stayed home from school that
day and stayed in bed with Aunt Abby until noon.
Aunt Abby and I continued this morning routine until my
Dad was wounded in Europe in 1944 and sent back
stateside. Mom and I moved to Texas where he was
stationed. I never saw my Aunt Abby again.