While I was studying in London, one of my parents' employees was charged with looking after my small house keeping it prepared for my return.
Carmela was a widow of a cheerful disposition in her early 40s, generously proportioned with large spherical breasts and bottom. She was stockily built in an attractive way.
I went home unexpectedly one summer and I got there around midnight, surprised to see the lights on when I let myself in. In the living room I saw Carmela lying stark naked on her back on the floor. On top of her was a skinny bony arse going like a piston as she moaned. The man virtually flew off her when he saw me and ran to hide behind the settee. With a look of surprise she lay there for a few seconds, legs in the air and wide open displaying a pulsating wet vagina surrounded by a magnificent rug of dense black pubic hair. Embarrassing scenes ensued.
The man was rapidly dispatched and we sat down to sort things out. She was mortified and terrified she was going to lose her job. My heart was pounding with excitement at her anxiety. Her relief was a joy to see when I reassured her that she wasn't in any trouble and I gave her permission to carry on having her fun as long as I was away. Over the next few days we chatted and laughed and gradually got to know each other better. She confessed to a strong sex drive and she unashamedly told me that when she got the itch she just had to get relief. She said she masturbated every morning. Believe me, confessions like these in the 1970s were ground breaking! We told each other some of our secrets and I admitted to my fetish of getting very excited at seeing her and her lover's embarrassment.
Over time she became an effective partner in crime and I sometimes used her to create suitable scenes of embarrassment for my girlfriends. Sometimes she would ‘catch’ me masturbating and would quite happily take over and finish me off. She was a natural and had an instinctive talent and a wicked sense of humour.
One day she turned up accompanied by a young effeminate man in his 20s. Best described as a pretty boy. He was her cousin's son. Now I knew she sometimes brought her lovers but our agreement was that only when I was away. She took me aside and asked me to leave the house and come back after a few minutes for a surprise. I did and found the boy with his trousers and underpants around his ankles and his aunt berating him angrily. As I entered the room he jumped in shock and bent down quickly to pull up his clothes. Carmela stopped him with a sharp command and ordered him to stop but he ignored her and pulled up his pants looking at me in shame mewling like a kitten. She apologised to me, with a wink, saying she didn't think I'd be back so soon but she needed to punish him but she could do it later. The mix of discomfort and relief on his face was priceless. I said that now she'd started she might as well finish the job. Never mind me. He resisted with a surprising intensity and he angrily headed to the front door. She said in soft threatening voice that if he walked out she would never again help him with his problem. He paused, and again she challenged him to leave. I left them to it and went upstairs deeply disappointed. They argued for 10 minutes then she called me down. He was standing naked by the fountain in the yard.
He was a really handsome boy, olive skinned with dark curly hair and well proportioned body. He had a little chest hair and quite a large curly bush at the bottom of his flat belly. Through this bush a long skinny penis hung vertically down. She prepared a coffee for me and explained. She had brought him up along with her own kids and he was different. She thought he was gay but he vehemently denied it. In fact he was very popular with the girls of his age. He did eventually admit to having a secret spanking fetish which she sometimes indulged. He was very vain and was terrified his secret would be discovered which is why he had reacted so badly to me. He felt she betrayed his darkest secret to a complete stranger and was deeply hurt. But he had responded to her threat and agreed to cooperate.
After coffee he was made to stand in front of us on display then she laid him across her ample lap and gave him a vigorous hand spanking on his firm pretty buttocks. I was sitting next to her on the settee and his face was close to my lap. I couldn't help myself and as I ran my fingers through his thick hair, I pressed his head down on to my erection inside my shorts. He didn't like that and pulled his head away but his aunt slapped him even harder to make him obey.He was weeping like a baby with tears streaming down his crimson face and when he was allowed up he gave me such a dark angry look! His backside was bright red with tiny signs of bruising. His long penis was showing signs of life and was semi erect while he did corner time. After a while he was sporting a splendid erection and Carmela went over to him and, with the broadest smile on her face, led him back in by his penis. This was the part she really enjoyed she said as he squirmed. She expertly massaged his balls making his penis twitch like it had a life of its own. She worked him up slowly but steadily and his breathing got deeper and heavier. She stroked the length of his penis sliding the foreskin back and forth. The glans was bright pink and it gradually got darker until it turned a deep purple colour. Again I couldn't help myself and I stroked his buttocks in time with her movements. Then you could feel him approach climax and with a pained groan, he clenched his bottom hard, thrust his hips forward and spurted a long stream onto the ceramic floor. I almost creamed myself too but somehow I didn't. He stood trembling and breathing deeply while his aunt fetched a damp cloth and wiped his penis clean before she allowed him to sink down onto the settee next to me.
She left us alone and went into the kitchen. I pulled out my penis and taking his hand guided it to my groin. He pulled back saying he'd never done it before but I insisted. He wrapped his fingers round tentatively and gave a couple of strokes. It was all I needed and I came like a soda fountain all over his hand and my shorts.
Carmela was a gift from heaven.