Changling

‘Hurry up, boy!’ the woman gasped. She reached out and pulled on his nightie. ‘Kneel a little closer.....’ As he shuffled forward, it suddenly occurred to him that the woman's voice had grown remarkable deep and husky. His forward movement had brought him between her knees and, of necessity, he had to push her skirt and slip further along her thighs.

His fingers trembled again as they touched her naked skin and he was surprised to find that she, too, was trembling. Then his middle fingers brushed the frilled legs of her undies......and a new pressure on the back of his hands stopped him dead. Afraid, terrified of what he might find but helpless to stop himself investigating further, he turned one hand over - and cupped a huge pair of balls!

‘You're a MAN!’ he gasped, hurriedly withdrawing his hands and falling back on to his heels.

‘And so are you,’ the man/woman snapped, grasping at Colin's hands and pushing them back under her - his - skirt. ‘And so's Kenny and a couple of others.’ The man's voice changed, pleading. ‘Come on. Do to me what you did to Kenny.....wank me off. We can have lots of fun.’

Auntie Doreen drew Colin further between his thighs and pressed the boy’s hands against his prick. Colin’s adolescent mind was filled with the sensation of the man's stockings brushing his arms, of his own penis throbbing in his knicks, of the heat and size of the man/woman's erection. His sexuality was in the driving seat: Colin curled his fists around the silky covered hardness and - hesitantly at first - started to move them.

‘Ahhh....’ the man cried, softly. ‘Gently......aaah.....aaaaah!’ His hips moved in time with Colin's rhythm. ‘Listen.....aaaah.....when I come, you've got to jump up on to the sofa and stand with your feet either side of my legs, hands supporting you on the wall.....and you mustn't move your hands.’ He gave a long, deep groan; Auntie Doreen was creating a dream. His made-up eyes caught the boy's. ‘Promise?’