Who Was She?

Fbailey story number 652


Who Was She?


It was New Year’s Eve and I had just turned thirteen years old the day before Christmas. It’s a bitch having a birthday so close to Christmas. You always wonder if you are getting cheated out of a Christmas present just so that they can give you a birthday present.

Anyway it was New Year’s Eve and I got tired. Mom slipped me a glass of Champaign, my Aunt Betty slipped me a glass of Champaign too, and then my Aunt Sally slipped me another glass. I guess that explains why I got tired. Fortunately the party was at our house so I just went up to my bedroom, got undressed, and then I got in bed.

Sometime after midnight I was awakened. Someone had crawled into bed with me but I didn’t know who it was. The room was dark and there was no moon that night. It was a woman I could sure tell that from the way her big soft breasts pushed into my side. A sweet tongue slipped into my mouth as she kissed me. Then her hand was around my cock and it was growing. I had only just learned how to masturbate but her hand felt real good.

Then suddenly she got over me, straddled my hips, and held my cock up as she lowered herself down onto it. I was being raped but I didn’t care, in fact I was enjoying it a lot.

As she rose up and settled back down I could feel her breast rub against my cheek. I turned my head and occasionally I got a hold of her nipple with my lips. I heard her moan but I still had no idea who she was. She kept bouncing on me until I had erupted inside of her but she didn’t stop. Soon she was cooing and shaking as her orgasm came too. It was the best feeling ever. She cuddled me until I fell asleep.

When Mom woke me up in the morning I was in bed alone. At the breakfast table I saw my mother and both of my Aunts. They had all spent the night because they had been drinking. I listened to stories of who passed out early, where they had slept, and other details of the night they all had. I was trying to figure out who had been in bed with me. I wanted to thank her and I wanted to tell her that I wanted to do it again.

As the day wore on we watched the Rose Parade from Pasadena, California. The women fixed drinks and food and even served us men in front of the television. In the afternoon things settled down considerably as they realized just how tired they were.

I kept looking at my Aunts trying to figure out which one had gotten in bed with me. They had about the same bodies, the same height, the same weight, and about the same size breasts.