When I got my driver's license, I took it in stride. If my mother needed someone to drive the car, I was able to do it but I rarely asked to take it by myself.
At some previous point, I had been introduced to a young lady, who was slightly younger than me, through a work acquaintance of my mother. The girl was named Wanda but her family nickname was Wren. The girl's family lived next to her aunt who worked with my mother at an office of a manufacturing foundry. Our family had also lived near this neighborhood at one time when I was much younger, so I used to take my bicycle there and get in some riding, due to low car traffic in the area.
Wren and I never really hit it off. She seemed a bit behind for her age but she was friendly. I would sit with her on her front porch and watch the very few cars go by with her. I don't recall ever so much as holding hands with her but she would hug me when I left.
Around the time I received my driver's license, Wren sent me a letter with some recent pictures in it. She went to another high school than I did and had gotten involved with the Stage Team. She wore a full body sports mascot costume and did some halftime stunts by rolling around and doing some ground gymnastics for the varsity football games. Another photo showed her dressed up in costume and make up as a Halloween ghoul at her front door where she gave out candy for the holiday.
My mother inquired about Wren and asked why I was not writing her back. Her aunt had told my mother that Wren was hoping for a response from me. She also said that Wren was having trouble passing her driver's license exam. My mother suggested that I take the car and go visit Wren. The address was not very far away so I did not think that it would take a lot of time.
I pulled up in front of Wren's house and her aunt opened the door and welcomed me in. I was told that Wren was getting ready. The aunt offered me a beverage and I sat in the kitchen with her until Wren appeared. She had on a yellow outfit and had her hair pulled back. Her aunt complimented her and said that she looked beautiful. Wren looked at me for some affirmation as well and I stated that she had really grown up and was now a young woman. Wren beamed at the attention.
It was a little weird this whole scene going back to my mother encouraging me to take the car for a drive and visit, and now the people here were waiting for me, some in costume, but I played along.
"Wren, why don't we take my mother's car around the corner to the neighborhood where I had used to live, and maybe you can practice your driving skills?" I asked her in front of her aunt.
Wren looked a little startled at my suggestion. Her aunt chimed into the conversation that Wren should probably change into some more comfortable clothing if she would be driving in my family vehicle.
The aunt asked me if I would like to go into the sitting room while I waited for Wren. Wren looked at me for a moment, silently nodded and then she went upstairs.
I stood up and walked into the room which had sofas and plush chairs in it. I sat in the middle of a covered couch. It seems like everyone in our town covered their couches in old blankets or throws. This one had a soft denim look and feel to it.
The aunt stood at the doorway and asked if we could talk. I said sure. She then reached up and pulled a darkening fabric cover over the door, which mostly blocked out the light to the entire room. The aunt proceeded to sit next to me on the couch and turned towards me.
"We are really protective of her," said the aunt, referring to Wren. I said that I understood and nodded in agreement to her saying this. "This driver's license test is really bothering Wren. She has been withdrawn and her grades are suffering. I thought that you could get through to her that everything would be alright," the aunt continued.
Maybe it is because I do not play cards with anyone but I am not a very good liar. This disclosure meant that I might have to lie to Wren, for I had no idea if she ever would pass her driver's license test. Who really knows but I hardly knew her myself.
I was quiet for a moment as I thought and the aunt sat there with me quietly in the dark. She took in an audible breath of air and said, "And one more thing..."
Blinking quietly at hearing this, I could only guess at what might next be said.
The aunt was in her mid-50s and on the short side compared to me. She had white hair that she pulled back in a hair bun, with some dark patches closer to her head. She wore a lot of button-up work shirts. She was not in any kind of physical shape for her age with a visible belly and thick thighs on her short legs. However she did have a protruding pair of prominent breasts which she contained with an old fashioned style bra that made her kind of stick out in points. I might guess that she was a 40D or 42D. Her smile was better than her shape, was a saying that my father had said sometimes.
"Wren had a bad time with a varsity football player last fall when he drove her home after the football game. She left the field wearing her mascot costume and then she did not come back for a while. I had to go and pick her up from someplace later on and all she was wearing was the mascot costume and no clothes underneath. The doctor checked her out and said that she was in a mild form of shock but that she had not been violated as far as he could tell. The whole thing was a mystery to us," the aunt explained.
"Young men like yourself are more than trusted by my family to spend time with Wren but we have to be sure that we know the mindset that you hold when you get out of sight, even if you are just around the corner to the neighborhood that you used to live. We just can't take any chances," the aunt continued.
"I hope that you won't take this personal," said the aunt. She then reached over and put her flat palm on my crotch. I kind of pushed back in my seat at this. It was a startling thing to me.
She rolled her hand right over my cock and it did stiffen from being rolled against my leg. I started to say something and the aunt put her other hand lightly over my mouth. "Wren doesn't know about this," the aunt told me. She then gripped the outline of my engorging cock with her fingers. "Stand up please," the aunt kindly instructed. I did so as asked. She pulled down my sweat pants and examined what I looked like in my underwear. She seemed to approve and the resumed gripping my now-standing cock.
"We don't have all day here so I will use my mouth if you don't object James. Unless you just want to leave altogether. You do not have to see Wren if you do not wish to. We understand the questions that might exist after she came home naked in that football mascot outfit. You don't have to tell us," I was told.
"I would like to stay," I stammered out in reply.
The aunt finished pulling down my underwear and immediately went to placing her lips over my cock as she pulled my hips towards her head with her hands on my buttocks. Her fingers lightly dug into my skin. She was very good at the motion that she established. Some wetness on her cheek showed that she was salivating on my engorged cock which was rapidly filling her mouth. I wondered if she would be able to take my boner deeper into her throat as I pulled her closer to me by the hair bun.
The aunt started to choke a little so I withdrew my hands and she pulled back to reset herself. I needed to get off now so I pulled free from her and sat down on the couch next to her. She sat back and I unbuttoned a few of her work shirt buttons to allow access to my hands to paw at her breasts.
She put her hand on my cock and kept gripping it. I squeezed on her left breast and could feel how full the bra was filled out by the flesh underneath. I could barely make out a hardening of a thick nipple, but it was there. The aunt's breathing changed a little and then she pushed me back and put her head fully into my lap as she took the whole length into her mouth now. I reached down and put my hand on her lower back. As I lowered my hand to her rear end, the aunt kind of pushed my hand away at first but then went back with renewed effort as she face fucked my cock. I could feel the edge of the aunt's panties with my fingers under her pants when the feeling in my groin shifted into liftoff suddenly.
The aunt pulled her head away and used her hand to ejaculate me until my balls were emptied. She still caught the first blast in her mouth and reached for a nearby hand towel to spit into and then finally to wipe down her hands once I completed my full orgasm. What a great day I was suddenly having!
The aunt helped me to stand up and I arranged myself as far as my clothing. The car keys jangled in my pants pocket and I recalled that I would soon be driving with Wren around the corner.
The aunt pulled back the darkening fabric screen and then she buttoned up her own work shirt, which showed the more form-fitting black lacey top that she seemingly hid underneath the work shirt. Nice.
The aunt kind of winked at me ever so slightly and then pointed to the kitchen sink for me to wash up.
The aunt then yelled up the stairs, "Wren, are you ready to go out?"
Wren responded that she would be down in a moment. I finished washing my hands and dried them off.
Wren came down the stairs wearing a more comfortable looking outfit that looked more appropriate on her if we were going to be driving around and not going anywhere.
Her aunt said she looked fine and that she should enjoy herself with me today. Wren smiled and looked at me. I smiled at both of them and walked out of the kitchen door onto the porch, as I held the door open for Wren. Wren said that I was a complete gentleman.
We both got in my family's car and started it up after we put on the seat belts. Wren's aunt was watching and waved to us as we drove away down the quiet street, using the car turn signals to turn left, towards where I had used to live.
It was a new day and I was raring to go. I recently began to drive at age eighteen and was now helping a family friend with her getting her own license despite some setbacks. My mother was allowing me to take the family car over to visit the other family at their home.
I arrived at Wren's home and parked the car in the nearly empty parking area in front of her walkway.
The neighborhood had been wartime labor housing and was being slowly decommissioned, block by block. My own family had been longtime residents nearby in a similar neighborhood that was now entirely empty. It was a perfect place to practice driving skills in a very low speed residential zone that still had pavement. Painted lines allowed for some parallel parking as well.
Wren and I had previously driven in the empty area. First I showed her what I was going to ask her to do and then she was going to demonstrate the same driving maneuver and parking. At first she had no problem but then things got ahead of her and she almost hit a yellow fire hydrant with my family car. I used the middle console parking brake to try to stop her and that had ended the previous driving practice, so we just sat there looking over the field that I used to play on as a child.
I walked up to Wren's kitchen door and I was invited inside. Her aunt was cooking something at the kitchen range and the fan was on. She was wearing her regular-looking outfit with a buttoned work shirt draped over everything, and her mostly white hair was in a bun. She had on her reading glasses.
I could hear music coming from upstairs despite the kitchen exhaust fan. The aunt finished up what she had been cooking and put it on a plate that she placed in front of me. The cooked hot dog was slathered in what is locally called Greek Sauce and the dog was one that we said was "foot long."
Not only would it have been poor form on my part to reject the delicacy made by a famous local name processor, but I was almost starving so I quickly but politely ate the whole thing. I was just using a napkin to wipe the edges of my lips when Wren came down the stairs. She was dressed again in comfortable clothing that was appropriate to getting into and out of the car as we would give the practice another go.
This time I was out the door with Wren rather quickly. The aunt wished us well as she cleaned up my dinner plate in her kitchen sink. The process seemed so formal compared to the robust blowjob that the aunt had given me before I went off with Wren the last time.
Nonetheless, I put some more effort in instructing Wren in some parking generalities that she seemed to pick up on. She did a little better this time and luckily there were no fire hydrants to target since I changed the parking lot that we used. I pretended that I was the driving instructor and got into the car with her sitting there and she got a little flustered about what to do, starting with her seat belt.
It got to be a little later and I suggested that we go over to a longtime nearby ice cream stand and we each got cones which soon melted. Wren licked away at the cone with more than basic enthusiasm.
After discarding the napkins, we drove back near her home, when I pulled over and suggested that Wren drive the final distance to her home, now that we were out of traffic again. She agreed and despite a blushing red face, she managed to pull into the spot that I had originally been in. More or less, I would describe.
The aunt came out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips, beaming in a big smile to see her now-eighteen year old niece getting out of the driver's seat of my family car.
I was asked in again and I made a quick plan that I would duck out of there if we were going to dwell on the parking lessons. Wren and I went inside and she quickly excused herself to go back upstairs.
The aunt brought me back into the large room and she again pulled the fabric across the open door frame, significantly darkening the room once again. There was a new cover on the couch which the aunt beckoned me towards and I sat down on, as I had the previous time. She sat next to me and put her hand lightly on my knee.
"I wanted to thank you for helping Wren the last time that you had visited. I told your mother at work how much I appreciated you doing that. Our family is beyond proud for seeing Wren drive up to our home like she just did," the aunt stated.
"However, it seemed like the two of you may have been gone a little longer than you might have so I wanted to get a second opinion on that. Here is Wren's mother, Janet."
Just then a door opened in the room and I could see a larger framed woman in the low light coming towards me. You could tell that it was a woman by the pulled back hair and the large bosom that she bore.
The aunt again open palmed my cock, which may have been waiting for the attention, albeit later than sooner. The male member stiffened and arose to life. The aunt then gripped me as she had before.
Janet was now alongside me on my other side and on both hands as she looked at me. She then smiled and said that "I heard that you were a breast man," and she pulled my right hand against her prodigious chest, which was braless under her top. I soon found her nipple with her guidance and it was mostly firm already, with a wide areola also raised around it. My dick got harder immediately.
The aunt pulled my sweat pants down and over my hard-on. She again traced the outline of my cock with her fingers over my underwear and then reached inside the boxers I was wearing and put her fingers on my erection.
With my other hand, I put my left hand under the work shirt of the aunt and began to unbutton the worn buttons on it. I got up half way and then brought my hand back under the black lacey undergarment that she was again wearing. The aunt stiffened her body momentarily from my feeling her bare skin, but she sighed as my hand glanced across her soft belly. I reached her bra to find that she had put on a soft loose design that I could feel her nipple through the thin material, which I then palmed. The feedback in my erection was met by the increased pawing by the aunt's hands.
Janet was pressing herself into my open hand now, which made it hard to cup her breast fully. Her breasts were surprisingly large. Between Janet and the aunt they pulled off my underwear, exposing my cock completely.
Janet then moved her mouth onto my erection as she moved ever closer. She also had good oral technique. I did not think that I would be lasting very long this time.
The aunt quietly said to me that although they trusted me, the proof would be in how much cum I would be ejaculating for them as proof that I had not recently orgasmed. I then finished unbuttoning her work shirt so it fell open and I put my hand inside the top of her bra, finding her own stiff, thick nipple responding to my index finger and thumb, making her sigh audibly.
Janet kept going up and down on my erection but may have hit the fatigue wall. I reached down with my right hand and slid it down her back. I could feel inside her stretch pants and I placed my hand over her ass cheek. She picked up her pace a bit on her blowjob and then I found the edge of her panties which soon parted aside. I felt wetness around my finger and I probed deeper to the cloth covered area.
The movement stimulated everybody and the aunt lent her hand under my balls. That cool touch seemed to spark me along, and I fully orgasmed with a massive release of cum. Most of it went into Janet's mouth. The aunt smiled at me and removed her own hand. I pulled my hand back from under her undershirt but lingered a second longer with her distended nipple. She moaned a little when I did that.
I still had my finger inside Janet and rolled it around down there for a longer moment as she finished emptying my balls. She kind of lowered her head as she was gripped with some orgasmic moment. Although she started to pull away, I maintained the contact with my hand and pushed deeper into her as she leaned against the sofa. The quickened actions of my fingers brought her to a deeper orgasm and she shuddered as she came into her underwear. Finally, I relented and withdrew my finger and hand.
The aunt left the room and returned with warm wash cloths for each of us. I first wiped my face and my sweaty brow, and then my hands, and then finally cleaned up around my now-depleted cock.
Janet wiped her face first and then especially her lips, and then her hands. I did not see her spit anything out into it.
The aunt put back on her work shirt and buttoned it up. The fabric cover over the doorway was removed and I could finally see Janet, who I had just fingered to a full-throated orgasm, was a young-looking woman with a clear complexion. Maybe she was in her mid-40s. She still had the glow of what the French called "the little death" and a wide grin on her face.
We all moved to the kitchen table and the aunt put on some water for tea. The tea was being poured out when Wren made her appearance and began her explanation of the latest driving lesson. When she said that we had stopped for ice cream, her aunt and mother both smiled at me for my honesty and integrity with their young family member and daughter. And I smiled back at all of them. Honestly.
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