This really is a true story. This is my story. I grew up on a farm, several farms actually, because there were three farms in our family but we all lived on one of them. They were close enough where we could all live together in one three-story old farmhouse and then travel to the other farms to work them. This was back in the days when running water and indoor bathroom were still luxuries that few of us dirt farmer could afford. Oh we had the little hand pump that you had to prime everytime you used it next to the kitchen sink, but we still had to heat the water on an old wood/coal burning stove in the kitchen. Then there was the family outhouse. An outhouse, for those of you who don’t watch the old westerns or aren’t really into Americana, is an unheated outdoor bathroom. Except for the flies, they weren’t all that bad during the spring, summer, and fall months, but during the long, cold winters, it got mighty cold out there. We didn’t get indoor running water until I was nineteen years old.
There were eight of us living in that old farmhouse-four gal and four guys. Me, my mom, three of her sisters, and her three brothers; my dad had died shortly after I was born. There was no central air conditioning and there were never enough electric fans to go around so the house got mighty hot during the long, hot summers. After a long day in the fields, and we all worked the fields except for my mom who was assigned the household tasks, we would strip down to our underwear to try to beat the heat. At least the guys did, the gals stripped down to their petticoats. That was as far as they could go because they never wore anything under them in the hot weather.
We took sponge baths during the week but Saturday night was bath night down on the farm. During the warmer months, we took our baths in a huge old tub set up in one of the greenhouses. During the colder months, we took our baths in a huge old tub set up in one corner of the pantry. During the colder weather, we had to heat our bath water on the stove and then carry it to the tub. A large kerosene heater heated the pantry, but the water cooled down faster than we liked. To reduce the labor involved in bathing and to conserve water, we always paired off and took our baths two at a time. We always paired off guy and gal. I’d never given that arrangement much thought until I was well into my teens. I realized then that I wouldn’t have felt comfortable taking a bath in a tub with another guy. The thought of climbing in those old tubs with another guy made those big old tubs seem very small to me.
The ladies all had one special petticoat that they never wore except on bath night. Those petticoats were handmade and very short. By today’s standard, they were the same as a white, cotton, mini-dress. Mini-dresses that had plunging necklines and were backless. Maybe it was all the hard work they did in the fields, but my mother and all her sisters had great looking legs and thighs-long, shapely, and muscular.
They wore those short, petticoats in the bathtub with me but once they became wet, they hid nothing. They clung to them like a second skin. Their dark pubic hair, their chocolate colored nipples and large aureoles were clearly visible through the wet cotton fabric. Well, they did wear them in the bath with me until I started getting real hardons. They wore their petticoats in the tub but all of them made me take my underwear off before getting in the tub with them
Our baths were very sensual. We had a regular bathing routine. They always had me wash their bodies first. In the beginning, I would kneel behind them and start with their back, moving up to their shoulders, before leaning over them to wash their upper chest and titties. They really enjoyed that so I spent a lot of time washing their titties, feeling their nipples harden in my fingers. I knew they really enjoyed that because they would start moaning and they would tell me how good it felt, After a while they had me move around and knell in front of them to wash their legs and thighs. They taught me to wash their inner thighs using Very light, gentle strokes. They really liked that, moaning with pleasure as I stroked their thighs, moving my fingers higher and higher up the insides of their beautiful thighs, but they always dropped a hand in their lap and stopped me before I reached that dark patch of hair showing through their clinging petticoat. Finally, with a spastic arching of their bodies they would fall limp against the end of the tub and remain motionless for a minute or two before starting to wash my body. They always spent a lot of time washing my private parts and I really enjoyed that.
Sex was never discussed in our home so I never connected their moaning to sexual arousal. I never connected their body jerking around and going limp with them having an orgasm. Hell, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was. At least I didn’t until one of my school friends had discovered a book on sexual physiology in his dad’s library; his dad was the local General Practitioner. Boy did we learn a lot from that book. After that, I knew what erogenous zones were and I spent more time on them when I was in the bath with my mother and my aunts. I knew what sexual arousal was, I knew what an orgasm was, and I was determined to give them an orgasm every time.
I suddenly noticed the beginning of my own sexual arousal. My cock and balls started to tingle and twitch as I washed their near naked bodies. I discovered leaning against their naked backs as I washed and caressed their titties, felt especially good too me. Slowly, week by week, my cock started responding more and more to their gentle touches as they washed me. It wasn’t long before they had me move around in front of them and kneel between their widely spread thighs before washing their upper chest and titties. As I caressed their nipples making them harden and grow into thimbles of hard tit flesh, they would cup my balls in their hands, massaging them. As their arousal became more intense, they would stroke my twitching cock. They still stopped me before my fingers reached their pubic mounds.
That remained our routine until late that summer when my cock suddenly became tumescent in my mother’s hand. I was kneeling between her legs, my knees pressed lightly against her soft, sensitive inner thighs when it happened. Releasing me for a moment, she pushed her petticoat’s top off her shoulders to fall around her waist. For the first time, I saw her bare titties, their nipples beckoning to me. I moved higher between her thighs, leaning forward to press the tip of my cock against her bare stomach. My mother stated stroking my cock even harder and faster as I continued to play with her nipples but my cock didn’t get any harder that night. The only other thing that changed that night was that she didn’t stop me before my fingers reached her pussy lips. Instead, she covered my hand with her and taught me how to masturbate her to orgasm. With each passing Saturday night bath, my own arousal grew and my cock grew a little harder. My next hands-on lesson came a couple of weeks after my mother teaching me how to masturbate her.
I was taking a bath with my Aunt Louise. Like my mom, she was a widow. I was kneeling between her thighs caressing her nipples when she reached up and pulled my face down against her inflamed flesh and told me to lick her nipples, told me to suck on them like I had suckled my mother’s when I was a babe. To my surprise her nipple grew even bigger and harder as I suckled on them. She then wrapped her legs around me and pulled me tight into her crotch. My cock almost became erect for the first time as she ground her crotch against mine.
I had my first orgasm with my Aunt Caroline. Caroline was the youngest of my mother’s sister, the prettiest, and the horniest. Caroline always had violent climaxes as soon as I slipped a finger inside her and fingered her little love button. For the longest time, my cock was unpredictable, it would suddenly start to grow into a full-blown hand on and then just as suddenly go limp. However, that night it started to get hard and remained in an erect state even after Caroline had had three orgasms. She looked at me for a long moment before speaking to me.
"Paul, do you want to shoot off? I can make you cum, if you want me to."
"Oh, Aunt Louise, do I ever."
"Sit on the end of the tub for me."
Aunt Caroline rose to her knees, took my hard cock in her mouth, and started sucking on it as she pumped my shaft with one hand, with her other hand cupping and squeezing my balls. My cock grew rigid inside her hot, moist mouth. Within seconds, I felt my jism beginning to build up in my balls and I knew that I was going to have my first orgasm. I was going to shoot my wad in my Aunt Caroline’s beautiful. I wrapped my fingers in her long hair and started pumping into her mouth as my orgasm built and built. Without warning my cock jerked in her mouth and I shot my wad deep down her throat. Working her mouth faster and faster she milked me dry, swallowing every drop of my cum.
My mother was first one to really get naked with me. It was an unusually hot, humid night that Saturday night, even for late August. As we stepped out on the porch. Mom stripped off her petticoat and dropped it on a chair.
"It’s a beautiful night tonight, full moon, stars are out, let’s lie on the grass for a while and relax together."
I had never seen my mother or any of my aunts completely naked before. She was beautiful. Her firm titties glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her dark nipples looked luscious and I couldn’t wait to lick them. After a couple of seconds my eyes slid down over her flat belly to linger on her freshly trimmed mound. My cock started to grow hard.
We lay quietly side by side for a few minutes, them she rolled over so she laid half on my chest. With one of her thighs tossed over mine, with her knee pressed tightly into my crotch, my cock grew even harder. It was as if my body had a mind of its own. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tighter to me, grinding my growing erection against her beautiful knee.
Lowering her face over mine until her lips brushed lightly against mine, she spoke again,
"Kiss me Paul. Kiss me like you would kiss a woman you are about to fuck for the first time."
It must have been some natural animal instinct because as her mouth opened over mine, I jammed my tongue all the way inside that moist, steamy cavity. Within seconds, we were feverishly exploring each other’s oral cavity with our tongues. My minds started exploding with a pyrotechnic display of lust. Every where her tongue touched ignited a new barrage of fireworks in my nerve endings. Our kiss went on forever, my rock hard cock throbbed hotly against her quivering belly. After the longest of time, I kissed my way down her slender neck, feeling the strong pulse in her arteries as her blood raced feverishly through her body. She moaned long as hard when my lips closed over her now rock hard nipples. First one then the other. I took them deep in my mouth, running my tongue over and around them. Grabbing them gently with my teeth, I nibbled on them, stretching them. Her nipples grew still harder. My mother was moaning continuously now, her fingers digging into my scalp, trying to pull my mouth tighter against he fiery hot titties.
Rolling her over on her back, I settled between her widely splayed thighs, kissing my way slowly down her quivering belly. Finding her swollen pussy lips, I tasted her sweet womanly nectar for the first time. She tasted so good that I almost shot my wad all over her thighs. As I slid my tongue between the blood-engorged lips to tongue her little love button, she started humping up against my mouth.
My mother’s moans had suddenly turned into a wail that was growing in pitch and volume with each passing second.
"Ohhhhh….Sweet Jessssuuuussss. I’m going to cummmm. Fuck me Paul. I want to feel your hot cum filling my pussy."
I was about to shoot my wad, so I just slammed my cock all the way up inside her with one mighty thrust. We exploded together. Our climax went on for what seemed like forever. We collapsed in each other’s arms and lay there for a long time before we made love again, this time slowly and tenderly.
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