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The Couch - Part Five |
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By Dirk Vincento 13 . . . my father’s brother’s wife. When my uncle died, we pretty much lost touch with that branch of the family. I only met my aunt a couple of times when I was very young and after that I didn’t see her for years. And then when I was about fifteen, she got in touch with my mother, just out of the blue. I guess she didn’t have too much family of her own and she wanted to reconnect with us. I think at first she wrote a letter and then my mother talked to her on the phone a few times, and at some point we invited her to come for a visit. I’ll never forget the day she arrived. I’d been out somewhere and when I got home she was sitting in the living room talking to my mother. If my mother introduced me when I walked in, I don’t remember because . . . well, from the moment I saw my aunt, all I could think about was her breasts. It was summer and she was wearing this white top, kind of like a T-shirt, and her bosom stretched it so tight that I thought it was going to rip wide open. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen in my life. I knew I shouldn’t stare, but let me tell you, it was really hard to pull my eyes away from her chest. I wasn’t handling the situation too badly, but when she got up and came across the room to give me a hug, I was lost. I remember I was already falling under the spell of that warm, tingling feeling in my groin, but when she started coming toward me, I think I reached a whole new level. Man, oh man, did I get hard. It was amazing. They were just so big! And the way they moved when she walked, it like they were filled with Jello. I was paralyzed. All I could do was watch and wait. And looking back, I think she knew what she was doing to me. I remember she had this little smile on her face, like as if the whole thing was really amusing her. I can remember that moment as if it happened yesterday. She said, “My God, Brian, how you’ve grown! The last time I saw you, you were just a little guy. I’ll bet you don’t even remember me, do you?” I tried to answer, but I couldn’t speak, because by then she was already giving me a hug. When she put her arms around me and squeezed, I could feel her huge breasts pressing into my body. They were so big and so soft, they seemed to wrap themselves around me like they were trying to hug me themselves. I didn’t know it until later, but I actually ejaculated a little in my pants, it felt so good. I hugged her back and reaching around her just made me more aware of the enormous size of her chest. I closed my eyes and let out a little moan, and that’s when I knew for sure that she was aware of the effect she was having on me. She must have been enjoying the experience as much as I was, because she certainly didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let go. It felt like we could have stayed like that forever if my mother hadn’t spoken up in the background. “Brian, I don’t think you’ve seen your Aunt Elizabeth since you were about three or four years old,” she said. “I’ll bet you don’t remember her at all.” Considering the shapely curves of her body, it was hard to believe that I could ever have seen my Aunt Elizabeth and forgotten her. But if I’d forgotten her once, you could be sure that I’d never forget her again. It’s a good thing she finally broke off the hug, because I don’t think I ever would have been able to. When she let go, she stepped back and looked me over from head to toe. “My goodness, but you’ve grown into a handsome young man,” she observed with a smile. Her compliment made my stomach flutter and my face flush a little. “Oh, and he blushes, too!” she exclaimed, reaching up and pinching my cheek. Her touch was soft and gentle and I could still feel her fingers on my face even after they were gone. It was like she’d left behind some hot, tingly substance on my skin that would act as a constant reminder of how she’d made me feel, never letting the image of her incredible body drift too far from my mind. When I first arrived, I had been doing a reasonable job of not embarrassing myself. I’d managed to keep from staring directly at my aunt’s chest, limiting myself to casual glances when I thought I wouldn’t get caught. But after the hug, my composure was completely gone. I could still feel the sizzling tingle of her touch on my cheek and the soft firmness of her breasts pressed against me. Combined with a persistent erection that twitched and tingled like a son-of-a-bitch, I knew I was on the verge of making a complete fool of myself. I was gawking at her tits and I couldn’t stop. They looked so big and so round, and the way the outline of her bra showed through her white top was driving me crazy. I was convinced that my aunt already knew what was going on and sure enough, it was only a matter of time before my mother figured it out as well. “Brian?” I could hear my mother’s voice, but it sounded like it was a thousand miles away. “Brian . . . ?” I had to pull my eyes away now . . . but I just couldn’t. I was totally transfixed. “Brian!” It was too late. I was busted and I knew it The sharpness of my mother’s tone made something inside me snap. My head jerked up and I looked over at her. Her expression was a combination of embarrassment and surprise. I turned back to my Aunt Elizabeth, this time meeting her gaze. She was smiling at me with a look of amusement. She knew. Oh God, how she knew. And she loved it. I could tell by her smile. I could see it in her eyes. Her breasts were calling to me. I could hear them as clearly as if they were actually speaking my name. Aunt Elizabeth’s smile broadened. And then it was her voice I heard in my mind, whispering softly to me as if she had placed the words inside my head with the same fingers that had gently pinched my cheek. You want to look again, don’t you? But you don’t dare, because you know that if you look down at my breasts now, you’ll be caught in the act. And not only that, if you look now, you’ll never be able to take your eyes away. Not ever. “I’d better go wash up for supper,” I blurted out suddenly. They were both staring at me, the awkwardness of the moment as alive as if it had been a fourth person in the room. I waited for one of them to say something . . . anything. But they just kept looking at me, my mother with an expression of total disbelief and my Aunt Elizabeth with a hunger that made me feel like she wanted to devour me. Finally, with nothing else left to do, I turned and stumbled awkwardly out of the room. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea what came over him,” I heard my mother saying in deeply apologetic tones as I headed upstairs. Needless to say, that night when I went to bed, I masturbated thinking about my Aunt Elizabeth. I pictured her as I saw her when I first arrived home, her incredible bosom stuffed into a clinging white T-shirt. I imagined her as she sat at the table during dinner, wearing a dress that buttoned up the front, leaving just enough cleavage exposed to hint at the wonders hidden within. But what turned me on even more was letting my imagination run wild and thinking about all the things that might happen while she was staying in our house. Just knowing that she was asleep in the next room intensified the pleasure I felt as my hand ran along the length of my erection. And what if she wasn’t asleep? What if she was waiting for the house to get quiet, waiting for everyone else to drift off, waiting until it was safe to tiptoe from her room into mine? I would hear her bare feet padding lightly across my carpeted floor. I’d see her silhouette, highlighted by the moonlight shining in my bedroom window. I’d hear her whisper softly in the dark: “Are you asleep?” “No.” “Is it alright if I join you?” “Oh yes.” Her housecoat would fall from her shoulders and as she bent over to lift the covers, for an instant I’d see the outline of her enormous breasts. The sight of them would send a shiver running down the length of my spine. The moonlight would catch her nipples and make them stand out against the smooth curves of her incredible globes. And then she would slide in beside me, as silent and graceful as a big cat. She’d press her naked body against mine, the feel of her massive bosom squeezed between us making my cock grow even harder and longer. Feeling it poking into her, she’d reach down and caress me gently, her touch leaving the same hot, tingling sensation on the flesh of my shaft as it had on my cheek earlier in the day. “Do you want to fuck me?” she’d ask in a hot, breathy voice. “Do you want to put it in me?” “Oh God, yes!” I’d answer, my fantasy suddenly coming to an end as hot cum oozed out onto my hand. Just picturing her in bed beside me had been too much for me and the thought that it might really happen had pushed me easily over the edge. By the time I came, I had fallen so deeply into my fantasy world that I think I really believed she was there with me. And even after I had squeezed the last bit of hot come out of me, I still believed that she would come. I lay awake, quiet and motionless in the dark, waiting and listening for the sound of her footsteps crossing my room, until eventually I fell asleep. They say you never really know how much something means to you until it’s gone. That would explain the panic I felt the next morning when I woke up and found the house empty. I’d had great plans of getting up early and catching Aunt Elizabeth on her way into the bathroom, possibly . . . no, make that hopefully wearing nothing more than a nightgown or bathrobe. But it seemed that the intensity of my fantasies from the night before had put me out for hours and I’d missed my chance. When I went downstairs, I found a note from my mother that changed my mood from disappointment to total despair. Brian, gone for the day. Taking Elizabeth around town . . . shopping, sightseeing, lunch. Lots of food in the fridge. Love, Mom I couldn’t help but smile when I imagined the look my mother would have had on her face if I had been up in time and had asked to go along with them. A Saturday afternoon of shopping and driving around town was not an excursion I usually got too excited about. My mother would have known right away that something was up. And after my performance the day before, it wouldn’t have taken her long to figure out what. But I would have asked anyway. And come hell or high water, one way or another I would have gone, even if I had to hide in the trunk. I remember looking at the clock and wondering how I was going to keep Aunt Elizabeth and her enormous breasts off my mind for the next seven or eight hours . . . and quickly realized that it couldn’t be done and that there was nothing left to do but wait and suffer. I spent the day wandering aimlessly around the house, checking the time endlessly as the seconds dragged on like minute and the minutes dragged on like hours. When they finally returned home, I was waiting for them like an eager puppy. My mother asked how my day had been and I made up something about being really busy. I don’t remember exactly what I said because I was already completely distracted. In the flesh, Aunt Elizabeth looked even more incredible than the image of her I had been carrying around in my mind all day. She was wearing a patterned sundress that hugged the curves of her hips and did little to hide the awesome proportions of her bosom. I figured she was probably closing in on fifty, but for a woman her age she was in great shape. Her legs were very shapely and her ankles were narrow and tapered in that way that is so particularly feminine. She was quite attractive and while she wouldn’t pass for thirty, she could have easily gotten away with telling people she was forty. I could imagine all the men’s heads turning to look as she walked around town. There must have been a trail of them everywhere they went. Wherever she and my mother had stopped for lunch, the waiters probably fought like crazed animals over who would serve their table. Having waited for this moment all day, I was so lost in a daze of euphoric ecstasy that it took me a while to realize that Aunt Elizabeth’s behavior towards me had changed somewhat since yesterday. While she was still quite friendly, that flirtatious smile and suggestive glint in her eye was gone. I didn’t know if my mother had talked to her or if I had scared her off myself by being too obvious. All I knew was that something had changed and I didn’t like it. All through dinner I kept glancing over, trying to catch her eye and hoping that she would look back at me with the same interest she had shown the day before. But this time, I was starting to get the feeling that she was ignoring me. Not so obviously that my mother or sister would have noticed, but I could feel it, and it hurt like hell. The realism of last night’s fantasy was fading fast and with it, any hope of enjoying the same experience tonight. In fact, with the pain I was feeling from what I now considered to be her rejection, I wasn’t sure if I’d even be able to think about her at all when I went to bed. I spent the rest of the evening lingering around, watching Aunt Elizabeth through the eyes of a broken heart, the kind of broken heart only an adolescent boy can have. I was trying to hang on to a thin thread of hope that something would change, but without much success. I couldn’t understand what had happened or where I had gone wrong. I knew that she had noticed me looking at her breasts, but at the time, she seemed to enjoy it. I kept asking myself how something so wonderful could turn so bad so quickly. About ten thirty or eleven, my mother said she was going to bed. Kate had gone out earlier and for a fleeting moment I thought that Aunt Elizabeth would stay up a little bit longer, leaving the two of us alone together. It seemed like my last hope and I died a thousand deaths as I watched it go down in flames when Aunt Elizabeth said, “It’s been a busy day. I think I’ll turn in, too.” They both went upstairs, leaving me alone with my shattered hopes and dreams. I stayed up and watched television, hoping that it would distract me from my sorrows for at least a little while. I think I ended up watching some old Hitchcock movie or something like that. I just remember that whatever I was watching did succeed in getting Aunt Elizabeth off my mind, because I was absorbed in it enough that I didn’t hear her footsteps coming down the stairs. It wasn’t until she was standing just inside the door that I noticed her. When I finally caught her out of the corner of my eye, it startled me so badly that I jumped in my seat and let out a high pitched squeak. “Oh my God, you scared me!” I gasped, actually having to catch my breath a little. “How long have you been standing there?” “Not long.” If the expression on her face and the way she was dressed left any doubt in my mind, the deep sultry tone of her voice left none. She was wearing a blue terry-cloth robe that barely came down to mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her slender legs exposed. The robe was pulled snugly around her waist by a matching belt and then ballooned out to cover her massive bosom. Without the constraints of a bra, her breasts looked softer and, if possible, even bigger. She was smiling at me with a look that I hadn’t seen since yesterday, a look that started my adolescent hormones running wild. I was trying not to get too excited because I had already felt the pain of disappointment, but it was a losing battle. My cock was already as hard as a rock and my balls were tingling like crazy. I could feel my face flush. Aunt Elizabeth noticed my red cheeks and smiled approvingly. “What are you watching?” she asked as she started across the room toward me. “Just some movie . . . It’s um . . .” I stammered, suddenly realizing that I had no idea what I had been watching. “Is it any good?” As she came closer, my skin started tingling all over, as if she were giving off some kind of static electric charge that was making every hair on my body stand up on end. “It’s pretty good . . . I think,” I babbled mindlessly. The movie was the last thing on my mind now. I was watching her walk across the room, totally entranced by the way her breasts moved and jiggled as she came toward me. She stopped directly in front of my chair and looked at me with that same amused expression on her face as I stared helplessly at her bosom. “Do you watch a lot of movies?” As she asked the question, she stepped forward with my legs between hers and sat on my lap, facing me. My mind was torn between the feel of the cheeks of her ass resting on my thighs and the touch of her bosom pressing against my chest. I was overwhelmed by both and didn’t know which to enjoy first. “I like movies a lot,” she carried on without waiting for an answer to her question. Placing her hands on my cheeks, she cradled my face my face in her palms while she looked deeply into my eyes. I’d never had a woman look at me that way before. Her gaze was making me feel like I’d lost control of my limbs, like all my joints had gone loose and rubbery. It had been exciting when my sister and her friends had chased me around the house. But then I had been subdued by force. Aunt Elizabeth was simply using the power of seduction . . . and I was discovering that there was no comparison between the two. The intensity of the feelings I was experiencing at that moment were far beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. “Maybe you’ll take me to the movies sometime?” She leaned closer and let her lips brush mine ever so lightly. My lips began to tingle incredibly and I let out a weak moan. “We could sit in the back. Maybe even in the balcony.” Her lips were barely touching mine as she spoke, her voice just a whisper. “We can sit close to each other.” She wriggled in my lap, sliding up my thighs and pressing her breasts press more firmly against me. “And if no one’s looking . . . we can kiss.” With those words, she pressed her lips firmly against mine. They felt so incredibly soft and inviting. I’d never been kissed like that before and the sensation was already making me dizzy and light headed. The pleasure I felt was more than I ever would have expected. But nothing could have prepared me for the moment when her lips parted and she kissed me with her open mouth. My mind reeled as my entire being was completely overtaken by physical sensations. I couldn’t think, I could only feel. At first I was too stunned to respond, but after a few moments I parted my lips as well. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. Her mouth felt so soft and wet. And the way her lips moved was indescribable. It was like they were performing some incredible erotic dance, caressing me, luring me to a place where all the power was hers. Then she ended the kiss and looked at me with an expression that made everything else I’d ever felt in my life pale by comparison. Her eyes were burning with passion and her lips seemed to still be moving ever so slightly, as if they couldn’t wait to be kissed again. “Would you like that?” I heard the words but I couldn’t begin to speak. She was running her fingers through my hair, tickling the back of my neck with her nails. She began placing soft, gentle kisses on my face, each one leaving a small wet mark behind. “I’d like that.” Her mouth was right by my ear. I could feel her hot breath and the light touch of her lips gently brushing against my skin as she whispered softly to me. “I’d like that a lot.” She began kissing my ear, slowly working her way around the edge, then playfully squeezing my earlobe with her teeth and teasing it with her tongue. Her lips moved lightly over the sensitive skin in the folds of my ear, sending shivers down my spine where they met with the warm tingling in my groin and made me shudder helplessly. I could still feel her boobs on my chest, pressing into me harder as she reached for my ear, their soft mass shifting sensuously as her mouth moved to caress me. Even through her robe they felt warm and inviting, as though my body could sink right into them until I disappeared entirely. I put my arms around her, instinctively wanting to hold her closer, but she immediately sat back when I tried to embrace her. She looked straight into my eyes with an expression that scared me as much as it aroused me. There was an unbridled intensity in her gaze that was intimidating and unnerving. Her eyes were narrowed slightly and her mouth hung open, her lips pouty and quivering. Without taking her eyes off me for a second, she removed my arms from her waist and placed them at my sides. Then she put her palms flat against my chest and slid them slowly down to my stomach, dragging her fingers over my nipples and making them tingle in a way I wouldn’t have believed possible. She continued down to my thighs, her hands grazing my erection as they passed by. The sensation in my cock intensified as she touched it, just as my whole body had felt the erotic electricity when she crossed the room earlier. I wanted to look down, but her gaze held me fast. Out off the corner of my eye, I could see her hands move up over her crotch to the sash that held her robe closed. Her fingers took hold of the loose knot and then paused. I waited breathlessly. Her eyes kept burning into me, daring me to look down . . . and at the same time forbidding it. The tip of her tongue appeared and moved leisurely across her lips, leaving them moist and glistening. I uttered a weak “Oh my!”, the sound of my voice faint and far away. Seconds passed. I could feel her controlling me with her silence, using it to intensify the moment, to make me aware that something very special was happening, that something very special was about to happen. I wanted her to say something. I needed her to say something. Her silence was frightening me. I felt like I was going to find out that things weren’t what I thought they were; that life wasn’t really what I thought it was at all; like all the rules were about to change and after she was through with me, I would never be the same again. And in many ways, that was entirely true. Finally, her fingers began to move again, very slowly undoing the knot in her sash and holding the two ends out from her body, where she kept them suspended momentarily before letting them drop casually to her side. She reached for the edges of her robe and as she very gradually began to unveil herself, I gave in to temptation and let my eyes fall from her face. The sight of her chest so close to me and filling out her robe so completely, made me swallow hard. My eyes were glued to the narrow opening that had appeared and the blue nightie that was now starting to peek through. I could already see that it was just transparent enough to make the dark shadow of her cleavage visible. As the opening grew and I could see more, her nipples became visible, two dark shadows that showed teasingly through the pale blue of her nightie. “Oh my goodness,” I gasped again as her body came fully into view. The last breasts I had been this close to had been Donna’s, and they couldn’t begin to compare with what I was looking at now. Aunt Elizabeth’s breasts were simply incredible. After years of dreaming about women with huge tits, my fantasies were finally coming true. While I was being hypnotized by the display of mammary splendor before me, Aunt Elizabeth deftly unzipped my fly and reached in for my cock. The feel of her hand on my shaft was enough to distract me from her breasts for an instant, long enough for me to look down and watch her pull my erection out of my pants. I’d never had a woman see my dick before, let alone touch it, and the sensation made me blush hard. I was so overcome by what I was feeling that all I could do was sit and watch helplessly as she lifted herself off my lap and moved closer, pressing her breasts against me again and positioned herself over the head of my cock. I knew what was about to happen next, but nothing could have prepared me for the hot, wet feeling of the opening of her cunt touching the end of my cock. I looked up at her and she stared back with that same expression. I was still waiting for her to say something, to relieve the tension, but she remained silent. The top of her bosom was just under my chin and the peaks of her breasts were even with my chest. She shifted her body and her nipples grazed mine, making them sizzle with a hot electricity that ran through my body like a bolt of lightening. As she moved, I felt the end of my cock begin to slip inside her, the hot wetness of her opening now engulfing its head and making it throb furiously. She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer. The feel of her huge breasts mashing into me was unbelievable. The soft texture of her nightie rubbing against my face made my skin come alive. The scent of her perfume filling my nostrils made my head swim. I put my arms around her and held her tight, forcing myself even deeper into her soft bosom. This time she didn’t resist. Instead, I felt her breasts open up and wrap themselves around me as if they were preparing to devour me. And then, just as I started to believe that the erotic sensations that were bombarding my body and my adolescent mind were about to become more than I could bear, she lowered herself onto me, letting her weight drive my shaft deep inside her. I came instantly. The muscles in my legs began to twitch spastically. My pelvis flexed in quick, powerful spasms that drove me deeper with each thrust. I remember my jaw going slack and hanging open loosely. In fact, I felt like I had lost control of all my facial muscles. Having lowered herself onto me, our faces were eye to eye, less than an inch apart. She was looking at me, watching me come . . . and I was embarrassed. I had no control over my face and could only imagine how foolish I must have looked, but I couldn’t stop. The pleasure I felt as great wads of my hot cum shut up into her was completely overpowering. She lifted herself a few inches off me and then rode back down my shaft, driving me into her again. The inside of her cunt seemed to be rubbing me in all the right places and as the cheeks of her ass landed hard on my thighs, my orgasm surged again and more of me spurted into her. At this point in my life I’d had more orgasms than I could possibly count, always by my own hand. But I had never felt as drained after coming as I did then. It was as if every ounce of energy had been tapped out of me, leaving me weak, limp and virtually unable to move. Aunt Elizabeth held my head to her bosom and stroked me tenderly. The softness of her breasts felt more wonderful than any pillow I had ever laid my head upon. I felt protected and nurtured more deeply than since I was a baby sucking at my mother’s teat. She held me that way for a long time and then kissed my forehead and lifted herself off me. I looked down at my cock, which was now shriveled and wet. Then I looked up at Aunt Elizabeth, with no idea what to say. Somehow she seemed to understand. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said softly, stroking my cheek gently with the tips of her fingers. She tied the sash around her robe and . . .
14 . . . without a word, she left the room and went upstairs to bed. After she left I just sat there for the longest time. I was too stunned and overwhelmed to move. Eventually I went upstairs to bed myself, but I never slept a wink. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I couldn’t stop reliving it.” Dr. Hasslett had been listening quietly to Brian’s story, not wanting to interrupt the natural flow of his memories. He glanced at his watch and noticed the time. “We’ve gone a little over,” he said, “but that’s alright. I felt it was important for us to get through that. This was clearly an important experience that has had a profound effect on you. I want to talk about it more when we get together again.” He looked at Brian closely, trying to get a sense of his emotional state. “How are feeling now?” “I’m okay,” Brian answered, his voice a little shaky. “But you’re right. Bringing out all those memories sure does stir up a lot of emotions.” “That’s good,” Dr. Hasslett explained, “because it’s the feelings and emotions that go along with the experiences that we’re trying to get at. I think today has been very productive.” “I hope you’re right,” Brian answered. “I really hope you’re right.”
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