Aunt Peggy’s Passion

JackassTales…Tale # 33…Readers; this is a change of pace story for me. Usually my tales are about sexual relations between older males and younger females (my favorite characters). Here, I’ve reversed roles by having a younger male and an older woman. I know it’s been done by others, but not so much by me. Some might consider this a ‘blasphemous’ tale because I interweave sex and religion. But, like they say; sinners make the best Christians and Christians make the best sinners. Oh well, I hope I won’t offend too many. Like a few of my other stories, this one took on a life of its own and I couldn’t get out of it. Therefore, it’s a little bit long. If you decide to read it, thanks.

AUNT PEGGY’S PASSION

(Part one) Morning Glory

Sunday mornings are not supposed to be noisy. But, this Lord’s Day morning I was awakened by a loud voice speaking. Good god, that man was arguing again! Uncle George was again beastly berating and criticizing Aunt Peggy. The bad-tempered, rough-talking bear of a man was acting like the bastardly beast that he was. His brusque, gruff, gravelly voice carried all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom down the hall.

If ever there was a man deserving of a good beating, then my Uncle George was it. My father’s brother had none of the kinder, gentler qualities in his behavior or demeanor that my dad and I had.

If ever there was a woman deserving of respectful compassion, then my Aunt Peggy was it. As far as I was concerned, this dear woman epitomized all that is good and decent in a person of the feminine gender.

I only knew a few of the ‘particulars’ about how and why the two came into a state of matrimonial union. Orphaned as a teenager, Aunt Peggy had inherited her birthplace farm and had married an older neighbor man. If I were to conjecture, I’d say it must have been a ‘marriage of convenience’ instead of love. In all the years I’d known them, I’d never witnessed my uncle aim a kind word or gesture toward his wife. On the other hand, I’d noticed repeated attempts by my aunt to engender kindness and love from her husband.

My aunt, uncle, and I had one seemingly inconsequential thing in common. It was a number. The number was multiples of 17. I was 17 years in age. At 34, Aunt Peggy was 17 years older. At 51, Uncle George was 17 years senior to his wife.

Throwing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, and stood at my bedroom window. My eyes beheld the splendor and beauty of the rolling hills and pastures outside. This rural southern farm was one of my favorite places to be. I was lucky enough to now be spending the whole summer here while my missionary parents were abroad doing their ‘good works’.

A gust of early morning summer wind blew through my opened window and ruffled the curtains. I had slept nude, so the breeze also tickled my pubic hairs and the tender flesh of my fresh-outta-bed erection. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember a day when I hadn’t awakened without a hard-on.

I was giving some serious thought to raising the window screen so I could jack-off and shoot a load of early morning cum out onto God’s good green earth. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d performed this wake-me-up morning ritual.

Hearing the back door slam, I knew Uncle George had stormed out in one of his customary rages. Goddamnit, if that man ever raises a hand to strike Aunt Peggy, I’ll beat the shit out of him and hang the bastard’s ornery-assed hide up in a high oak tree!

In an attempt to put such thoughts aside, I went ahead and raised the screen. My meaty teenaged erection settled into my hand. I suppose I was proud of the hefty size of my cock and I was just cocky enough to think I was as well-hung as any full-grown man.

As I pumped my throbbing man-handle, I couldn’t help but worry a little about Aunt Peggy. The woman was no physical match for her husband. My eyes saw her as a delicately-petite female flower blooming under summer skies. If I were to guess, I’d say she weighed no more than 100 pounds and was not taller than 5 foot 2. Why, that’s a full 60 pounds lighter and 9 inches shorter than me!

My wandering mind recalled some of the words to and old song I’d heard somewhere in time. I believed it went something like; “5 foot 2, eyes of blue, oh but what those 5 foot could do…has anybody seen my gal.”

Well hell, Aunt Peggy wasn’t ‘my gal’ but I’d admit that I’d often wondered about the abundance of shapely curves hidden inside my blue-eyed aunt’s clothing. Whether she wore dresses or jeans, she always had a look about her which inspired a bulge to stretch the crotch of my jeans.

This thinking about Aunt Peggy’s curves was raising the heat inside my bubbling ball sack. My swollen erection summoned forth testicle fluids and began spewing them out the open window in streams of thick, creamy cum. I allowed orgasmic gratification to steal away my senses and give me joyous early morning pleasure.

In the midst of my thrills, my peripheral vision picked up a hint of movement. There to my left just across the room, a feminine figure stood in my open doorway. I knew at once it was the lady who was 5 foot 2 with eyes of blue.

At the moment, those eyes of blue were staring transfixed at my elongated man-hose and the streams of milky cream freely flowing from it. So mesmerized was she that she seemed not to notice I was now aware of her presence.

Why I didn’t immediately stop, I couldn’t say. Unbelievably, I didn’t even slow down. While I continued my cock pumping, I saw that I wasn’t the only one caught up in orgasmic ecstasy. The thin belt of the pale blue morning-robe Aunt Peggy had on was untied and the robe was open. She had on no bra. One of her hands was cupping a breast with the fingers teasing an erect nipple. Another hand was buried within her white panties. I knew her fingers were deep inside her fully-matured vaginal opening. Her panties were stained with her own pussy juices. Her body was shivering with orgasmic spasms.

I didn’t know Sunday-school-teaching, church-going ladies did that! I didn’t know Good-Christian women masturbated! I certainly didn’t know my Aunt Peggy did it! I’d never even thought about the fact. But, I now knew my aunt did play with herself. I knew for a fact she did because I was looking right at her doing it!

I milked my erection until I was dry and then flipped my cockshaft a few times to get rid it of the last few drops of cum. Aunt Peggy then noticed that I saw her. A reddish blush spread over her face, yet she didn’t stop masturbating until she was orgasmically satisfied. After pulling a wet, cunt-soaked hand from her panties, my aunt turned toward the door and disappeared from sight. Not one word had passed between us.

What was there to say? There was nothing that could be said. Still naked, I walked down the hallway to the guest bathroom which had been set up for me so I could have some privacy. Perhaps I should have thought of coming to this room for my cumming-out, cock-jerking party. Oh well, what’s done is done.

After shaving, I ran a hot tub and took a long leisurely bath. This was to be a big day. Aunt Peggy would have a nice breakfast for me and then she and I would head off for Sunday school and church. Being the heathen he was Uncle George would not be joining us. This man had vowed never to darken the doorway to any kind of religious sanctuary. If asked for my opinion, I’d say God would most likely kick the blasphemous bully’s ass back outside anyways.

As I climbed out of the tub, my mind’s eye began seeing a picture of Aunt Peggy’s lithe, summer-tanned body. I recalled the hypnotic beauty of the female form barely visible beneath her opened robe. I remembered a glimpse of the breathtaking view of her braless breasts and nipples. I saw a masturbating hand playing inside white panties.

With my vivid imagination working on overdrive, I felt a familiar swelling between my legs. My fantasizing mind began having ungodly, sinful, coveting cravings for a woman who belonged to another. If not for the fact that Aunt Peggy was waiting breakfast for me, I would have stifled my lascivious lust by again beating my meat.

Attempting to ignore my agitated frustrations, I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I walked toward my room with my erect cock slapping my belly. I was thinking about the jerking-off party I would have to have sometime after breakfast but before church. Hell, I couldn’t walk into God’s holy house with an aunt-inspired erection straining my pants!

Unbeknownst to me, Aunt Peggy had not been preparing breakfast. She too had been taking a morning bath. Her bathroom door opened and she came out into the hallway. Unbelievably, my aunt was strip-stark naked, same as I was. She was drying her shoulder-length hair with a towel. This woman had never before walked around naked in front of me before today. She stopped to stare at me and I stopped to stare at her.

Oh damn, I’d never imagined I’d ever see this woman naked! I couldn’t stop looking at the mesmerizing sights before my eyes. Aunt Peggy had a short, petite body, yet her feminine features were fully developed. Her twin breasts were the size and shape of fully-ripened grapefruits. The nude nectarines seemed to offer an invitation to be plucked.

I’d always been told that with age a woman’s breasts became victims of gravity. They were supposed to sag and droop. I now believed I might have been misinformed about these facts. Aunt Peggy’s breasts boldly stood as proud and beautiful decorative ornaments upon her chest. Dark pink nipples, surrounded by silver-dollar-size pale pink areolas, completed the ornamentation. My aunt’s breasts were gorgeous!

My eyes strayed lower. Aunt Peggy’s figure was trim and firm. My gaze settled on the patch of hair between her shapely legs. I’d seen pictures in magazines of full-grown women’s pussies. That’s where I’d first learned about pubic hair on a pussy. Well, now I was seeing my first ‘real-life’ mature woman’s pussy in all its fluffy, furry glory!

I was not certain if I was pleased at the sight or not. With my limited knowledge of pussies, I’d discovered I loved shaved, bare-nude, hairless pussy mounds best!

Yet contrarily, I couldn’t take my eyes away from Aunt Peggy’s bushy pussy. Her curly snatch of pubic hair added an air of exotic, erotic, feminine mystery to her otherwise unblemished body. Silently, I wondered, “What jewels and treasures lay concealed within her shrouded female veil? Did I dare make an attempt at an unveiling?”

I began wondering about how long Aunt Peggy and I were going to stand there staring at each other. I could turn to my right and quickly enter my bedroom. Aunt Peggy could turn to her right and quickly enter hers. Yet, neither of us turned.

Finally, Aunt Peggy took a timid step towards me.