As Time Goes By

She suggested that perhaps they could both hit the shopping mall tomorrow morning, if he was agreeable, receiving another nod of agreement.

She rose and headed towards the stove to prepare breakfast, stopped and turned towards the table with a suggestion that since next Labor Day would be his first away from his family perhaps they could have a late picnic at the lake and watch the fireworks show put on by several of the local labor unions.

Her turn had been so sudden that her breasts swayed from side to side with the effort and was repeated as she again turned back towards the stove.

He managed to croak out an ok as he felt his penis again trying to embarrass him as it hardened, at the sight he'd just witnessed. All he could do was be grateful he was seated at the table and not in plain view.

Breakfast was served in short order: eggs, canadian bacon, hash browns, and toast and jam. Rose was not a believer in cooking light or any of the other faddish methods of ruining a meal and the appetite.

when she bent over to place his breakfast before him he found himself looking straight down her open dress at that wonderful deep crease between her breasts and then he was double whammed by the wonderful scent she exuded. The poor boy was blushing again at his impure thoughts, and unable to hide it.

Rose went to get her own breakfast with the grin of the cheshire cat on her face.

After the breakfast dishes were done and things put away, Tony left to take care of his business and Rose set out the sprinkler to begin the watering of her extensive flower garden.

This love of working her garden was one of the many things that helped her to get over the loss of her husband just before Christmas in 1971 and had helped to stave off the loneliness that accompanied that loss for so many years. Despite the loneliness she'd had no inclination to remarry, perhaps from the fear that she would never again find the love of such a good man as her late husband, and never again relive the great times she'd enjoyed with George. Of course there had also been the incredible sex. From the night she lost her virginity on her wedding bed until George's death, it had all been beyond belief.

She next moved into the garage to try to figure where she was going to put everything so that Tony could get his car into the second bay. Looking at the huge amount of "things" it was evident that what was needed was several sets of shelves so that the "things could be gotten off the floor. Noted for tomorrows shopping expedition.

Having planned out this remake of the garage she put her mind to yesterdays and this mornings events and wondered aloud if she were perhaps overdoing things or perhaps moving too fast.

After several minutes of reflection she decided not. If things were to proceed she needed to become Rose; a friend, a teacher, and a desirable woman, and most certainly not Aunt Rose.

As for himself, Tony was also running the events of the preceding day and a half through his mind to try to make sense of everything that had happened.

He had never viewed Aunt Rose as anyone more the a dear sweet family friend, and now he was beginning to see her as a mature sexy woman. Why?

She had breasts, hips, a sweet scent, and a sexy wiggle when she walked. Surely she'd had all of these attributes before yesterday, but he'd never noticed. Why?

Could it be due to his having left home for college with all of the new freedoms that entailed?

Could it be arrested development and his raging teenage hormones had suddenly kicked in?

Running these thoughts through his mind all the way to the student parking lot was useless as he still was unable to come to an understanding of what was happening or why.

The registration process and all that accompanied it took much longer then he had thought possible due to the huge crowd of new students being admitted and the long line at the book store. It was past 4:00 pm when he wearily pulled back into Rose's driveway.

Emerging from the car with what would be the first arm load of several he'd have to make before the car was empty, he staggered to the porch steps and wearily dragged his body and load up to the porch.

"Have a good time tiger," he heard coming from the porch swing. Turning slightly he discovered Aunt Rose in the same pose on the swing he'd observed when he arrived here yesterday.

"Let me get the screen door for you, honey" she said as she stopped the swing and sprung to her feet causing her breasts to bounce in a most delightful manner.

She glided across the porch and opened the screen door part way which forced him to brush against her hip as he entered the house. He was again drawn to the cleavage being displayed and the intoxicating scent which she exuded.

"Oh God, he thought," penis please don't embarrass me now, but it was too late. He could feel it start to harden causing him to rush to the stairs to try to hide his embarrassing predicament

That was an exercise in futility as Rose had taken it all in with great delight. She decided to cut him a little slack. At least for awhile.

As Tony continued to unload and store his purchases, Rose began dinner, and by the time all of the books and materials were put in Tony's room it was time to wash up and eat.

Dinner was a little less formal then last nights but still featured classic music in the background (Mozart) and a glass of wine.

Following cleanup each retired to take an evening shower and don more relaxing clothing. He his pajamas and robe, her her nighty, robe, and a hint of her favorite scent.

They returned to the living room and ensconced themselves on the couch pretty much as they had yesterday. After several hours of watching the educational channels Rose stood, announced that she was going to bed, crossed over to Tony, leaned down, kissed him on the cheek with a cheery "good night honey," and headed for the stairs.

Her wobbling breasts, her scent, the kiss, and her swaying hips, once again left him a mental wreck.

After breakfast the following morning Rose gave Tony the keys to her SUV and they headed to the mall for some much needed shopping.

Rose said she'd meet Tony at the food court in about two hours and set off to find Victoria's Secret where she proceeded to buy some very sexy underwear, several transparent nighties and other sexy finery and erotic bottles of scents used by women to titillate and captivate their men.

Tony for his part discovered he'd forgotten to pack some personal items and was in need of another pair of pants, more underwear and socks so he headed for Sears.

Shopping completed they met at the food court, ate a light stir fry luncheon and headed for the SUV. On the way out of the mall parking lot Tony noticed a small satellite mall with a computer store in it. Pulling up in front of the computer store he explained to Rose that his mother and father had given him a going away present of money for him to purchase a laptop computer and a printer for his use during his studies.

Rose had never felt the need for a computer at the house as she had access to the ones at school and at the local library, but being curious by nature, she accompanied Tony into the store.

A salesman met them at the door and proceeded to find out what the computer and printer would be used for. His recommendation was a laptop Macintosh iBook and a compatible ink jet printer. The salesman offered to provide a free carrying bag if Tony added some extra memory which was quickly agreed to.

Rose having listened to all of the conversation, questions and answers began to think that a laptop computer would also suit her just fine, and wrote a check for her own iBook and printer with the same provisions that Tony had agreed to. They were informed that it would take about fifteen minutes to upgrade the memory and then all would be ready for them to take their purchases home.

The days shopping having been completed they headed home with their purchases

The rest of the evening was a repeat of the last two except that when Rose kissed Tony goodnight she softly ran her fingers softly across his cheek as she whispered "good night sweetheart," and the scent was different, more enticing.

Tony was being sorely tried.

The remainder of the week was pretty much repetitive of the first several days as Rose and Tony settled into a familiar routine. Each day Tony would help by mowing the lawn, helping with the weeding, putting up the shelves that Rose had ordered for the garage, and generally being the strong right hand as necessary.

One decision that Rose made during the week was that she and Tony needed access to the internet but that would have rendered the phone unusable, and if he was on line, she couldn't be and visa versa. Rose placed an order with the phone company for a new line into her bedroom and another for Tony to use in his bedroom.

The evenings were also pretty routine except when Rose left for bed she would escalate her goodnight kiss with Tony letting her robe gape a little one evening, touching his cheeks with both hands on another.

By now Tony had come to expect this evening ritual but still hadn't resolved within his mind the why of it.

His inability to accept the obvious was beginning to irk Rose somewhat but she made a diligent effort to not rush him. If he was going to come to her it would because he was doing so willingly.

On Labor Day they packed a basket of food and all of the paraphernalia necessary for a picnic and headed off to the lake. They lucked out and found a nice place to spread their blanket and proceeded to enjoy a great meal of home made fried chicken, potato salad and baked beans. Both of them were satiated from the meal and lay down next to each other to await night fall and the fireworks display. As Tony lay there he could feel the heat from her body and smell her perfume.

As darkness closed in a spectacular fireworks display began with all of the flash and noise one might expect. Somehow during a particularly loud series of bangs their hands found each other and neither felt like letting go so they sat their and held hands until the end of the program. Somehow during the display she'd put his hand in both of hers and somehow ended up pressing it against her soft bra less breasts for just an instant then lowered it to her lap. He didn't fight the move and in fact was amazed at the softness and warmth of her breasts and thighs which felt so nice.

Finally it was time to call it a night so they packed up and headed for the house. After storing everything they were both feeling a little tired from the effects of the sunshine, fresh air, excitement of the fireworks, and lateness of the hour.

They both headed for the stairs to retire and Rose made sure that she got there first. Mounting the first step she turned to Tony cradled his face tenderly with her two hands, gave him a soft kiss on his lips, thanked him for a wonderful evening, and whispered into his cheek "sleep well sweetheart," and headed up to her room.

Rose got to the top step before her mind exploded in sound and light not unlike tonight's fireworks display.

Had she heard right? YES! he'd said it! SHE KNEW HE'D SAID IT. He'd softly whispered "Good night A . . . Rose," as she'd turned to move up the staircase.

That soft phrase brought a blush to her face and a rush of sexual awakening to her body she hadn't felt in years. She'd been aroused during the picnic and the fireworks, but now she was a fully aroused and a very horny woman.

Closing her bedroom door she quickly undressed, donned her nighty, and slid beneath her sheet. But sleep wouldn't come. She was too aroused. Too horny. She needed to be naked so that she could freely feel her body. Hiking her nighty up she sat up, pulled it over her head, threw it down next to her, and lay back down. In her mind she recapped the last week of flirting and teasing she'd put poor Tony through and his reaction to it. Then she pictured this evenings events. She'd started to find herself becoming aroused by Tony's nearness as they lay waiting for nightfall. The sweetness and warmth of laying next to him had started this feeling and later as they sat side by side watching the fireworks. When they joined hands it had sent her arousal to the next level as her body warmed in excitement.

As these thoughts raced through her mind she began to caress her body. Starting at her thighs she gently ran her fingers over them, then up to her stomach, and finally to caress and squeeze her breasts. All of this made her pussy start to weep and her breath began to become shallow moans of excitement.

Remembering the feeling of his hand in hers and the wonderful, exquisite feeling of his hand when she'd pressed it to her breast and then put it in her lap made her pussy weep an even heavier discharge. She knew he was getting to her when she'd felt the dampness in her panties.

She moved her right hand to her pussy, spread her legs, and slowly inserted a finger into her vagina while she rubbed her clitoris. She was rapidly approaching a climax. She wanted to scream out Tony's name and the joy of her forthcoming release, but it had to be done quietly lest Tony hear.

Muffling her noises as best as she was able in light of her arousal and need for release, she continued to play with her pussy with her right hand while pulling on a nipple with her left, all the while wishing it was Tony doing these things to her.

Finally her climax came in a quiet explosion and shudder. Having found her release she started to drift off into a relaxed and dreamy state of gratification and then sleep.

All this because Tony was now aware of her as a woman and not as an Aunt Rose.

As Tony mounted the stairs he was aware of her pause at the top and of her rushing to her room. He finished the climb and moved to his own room, closing the door quietly, he also undressed, donned his pj's and climbed into bed. Sleep was not to be as the days events and all that had gone before rushed through his mind in a jumbled sequence of scenes and events.

The first scene was Rose turning to him, placing her soft warm hands on his cheeks, kissing his lips ever so softly, and whispering, "sleep well sweetheart."

Had he just said Rose and not Aunt Rose? He had, and now recalled his response to her goodnight kiss and now understood everything. The jumbled mess in his mind was gone. In its place was a clear understanding of all the torment, teasing and flirting that had gone on. Rose wanted him to understand that she was a desirable mature woman and not, and never again, Aunt Rose.

With this thought he felt his penis start to harden and his heartbeat speed up. He was beginning to get very, very, horny with desire.

Reaching to the end table he grabbed a handful of tissues. Reaching down he pushed his pj bottoms down and began to stroke his by now very erect penis.

While he stroked himself he ran pictures of Rose through his mind. Rose in shorts and a "T' shirt with large breasts, long legs, and a shapely rear end. Rose in her one piece bathing suit with large breasts, deep cleavage, long legs, and a shapely rear end. Rose leaning down over the kitchen table serving him breakfast and the great view of her large pendulous breasts hanging down and away from her chest.

He remembered the feel of her soft breast against his hand during the fireworks and the warmth and softness of her thighs, even through the dress, as Rose held his hand in her lap.

Yet he'd never really seen her naked. What would she look like? His mind went into overdrive and the speed of his hand picked up as he imagined the look and feel of her breasts and the pleasure of lifting, cupping, and squeezing them while he nursed on her large stiff nipples.

He thought about being able to put his penis into what must be a very nice, tight pussy, and grabbing the cheeks of her butt while he slid his penis in and out of that tight wet hole. He wished that she would feed him her breast as she stroked his head and whispered endearments while he pushed in and out. With this last he knew it was time and as he ejaculated into the tissues, all of the time whispering, Rose I'm coming, I'm coming in you.

Having spent himself and released his tensions he fell into a happy dream-filled sleep.
As Time Goes By by A Horny Ol' Sailor Ch. 03

Tuesday morning found Rose and Tony both up early preparing for school. As it turned out, they both arrived at the top of the stairs at about the same time.

The "good morning honey," came from Rose and the "good morning Rose" from Tony, bringing a smile to each of them as they descended the stairway side by side.

At the bottom of the stairs Rose asked Tony to make the coffee while she prepared breakfast, two tasks that were accomplished in a reasonably short period of time.

Both of them sat at the kitchen table enjoying the satisfied feeling of having tummies filled by a good meal and their nostrils inhaling the fragrance of the coffee.

Over the meal they'd talked about their expectations for this first day of school. Tony was nervous because of the newness and uncertainty of his first day of school at Western with all that ensued plus the necessity of mingling with the large crowds of strangers he would be meeting in each of his classes.

Rose commiserated with his concerns because she well remembered her first day of school at the university all those many years ago. The strange part was that she went through this same experience each year as she progressed from Freshman to Sophomore, Junior, and finally to her Senior year. It was just a little easier to mingle each year, but not by much.

Reaching across the table she took Tony's hand and gave it a squeeze, telling him it would all turn out ok as his feelings would shortly dissipate as he began to relax and began concentrating on the lectures and assignments given out by his instructors. By days end his mind would be concentrating on the studying that lay ahead of him tonight and in the coming days.

They stood together to tidy up and put things away, after which they headed to the living room, he to gather up his new backpack with all of the things he'd need today (he hoped) and she her large catalog case that contained her school materials.

"Damn," she said, putting the case down and quickly walked into the kitchen. Returning she placed a ring of keys in his hand and apologized for not having given him his set of house and garage keys last week.

Taking hold of his hand she pulled herself into his arm, reached up, pulled his head down, and planted a deep smoldering kiss on his lips.

Wrapping his arms around her he returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster. They headed for their vehicles sharing thoughts about that kiss.

The day turned out about the way Tony expected except that he'd never in his wildest dreams expected the mountain of assignments that had been given in each of his classes. true some were assignments that would extend out over a period of time, but he was going to have his hands full. He'd never been pushed this hard in high school.

Rose also had her hands full during the day, but having taught History and English for these many years, she knew how to get her classes organized with the least expended effort and turmoil, and so was able to relax as she headed for home.

When Tony walked in the door he was surprised by the wonderful smells swirling about him. Walking into the kitchen he found Rose bustling about preparing supper.

Mystified, Tony asked Rose why she was preparing dinner so early, to which she replied that over the years her experience had been that by eating early during the school term it gave more unbroken time for studying afterwards and a chance to relax before going off to bed.

The meal was a repeat of the previous week with the classic music playing in the background and a nice glass of wine to go with a wonderful meal.