The Old House 1
When my mother called to tell me her sister had left me her house in her will, well, I was shocked. I barely knew Aunt Karen, mostly I just heard about her. My mother used to call her a hermit, holed up in her giant house and almost never leaving. 'Crazy Aunt Karen,' Mom called her. According to Mom, she left me her house with just one requirement: I had to take care of her plants. That seemed easy enough, I could handle watering some plants.
I decided to drive over to Aunt Karen's house and check it out. My Mom gave the keys to me, so I let myself in and walked around the place. It's big. Really big. Way too big for one old lady, and way too big for me. I walked from room to room, looking around. I remembered being here years ago, my aunt didn't really like having us kids running around her fancy house. It was insane to think that it belonged to me now.
I walked upstairs to check out the bedrooms. I remember that my aunt had a plant room that she always kept locked when we visited. I decided to take a look, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw. There were plants everywhere, and some were huge. Many were flowers, it was a beautiful room, but it was crazy too. I felt like I was outside, there were windows all around to let light in for the plants. Wow! Just fucking wow.
There was some furniture at one end of the room. I sat in a chair and looked around. There was a sink and some jugs for watering the plants. I decided I should do that. I walked from plant to plant and poured water into their pots. I don't know why, but I talked to all the plants as I watered them.
"My, aren't you pretty."
"Look at those flowers, just beautiful."
I ran my hand along some of the plants as I watered them. I almost felt like they could hear me. Of course, I was being ridiculous, but who cares? I was having fun, enjoying my time with Aunt Karen's plants.
When I finished, I put away the watering can and sat down in one of the chairs. I looked around the room at all the plants, it was a bit over the top. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the flowers next to me start to open. The sun was shining through the window onto it, and that must have made it bloom. The flower opened and revealed the strangest thing I had ever seen. I don't know much about plants, but something came out of this plant that looked like a penis. It was maybe four inches long, and it definitely looked like a circumcised penis.
"My, look at you," I said out loud. "You remind me of one of my old boyfriends."
I felt the urge to touch it, so I reached over and ran my finger along it. To my surprise, it pushed against my finger. I ran my fingers up and down it a few times. Suddenly, it began oozing a liquid from its tip.
"Are you cumming?" I asked with a soft giggle. It sure looked like it. The liquid covered my finger and dripped onto the table next to me. I held the spurting penis until it slowed to a dribble, then it pulled back, and the flower closed over it.
"That was nuts!" I exclaimed. Then I looked at my finger, covered in plant nectar. I don't know why, but I wanted to taste it, so I licked my finger. It tasted so good, sweet like honey. I licked it all off my finger, then I sat in the chair, wondering what had just happened. I looked around, and I almost felt like the plants were watching me, wondering what I just did to their friend.
That's when I spotted it, from across the room. A much bigger flower seemed to be opening. I watched as a larger penis appeared as the flower opened. This one seemed to be about nine inches long and much thicker. It looked like a human penis, and a big one at that. I felt myself drawn to it, I couldn't stop myself from walking over to it. I sat in the chair next to it, facing it.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
It didn't answer, but I swear it moved closer. I think it stiffened. I shook my head. Was I just seeing things? I mean, the sun was shining in the room, it was probably just a flower opening up to the sun. I found my hand drawn to it, I wanted to touch it, to squeeze it like a penis. I slowly reached up, then wrapped my fingers around it. It felt firm in my hand, and the surface was soft. I slid my hand up and down it. I looked at it closely, leaning in to watch my hand stroke it.
The flower around it was so beautiful, I was so drawn to it. I stroked the penis faster, squeezing my fingers around it. I watched as a drop of something appeared on the tip, and I leaned in to look closer. Suddenly, it throbbed in my hand and shot a load of goo onto my face, covering my nose and dripping down over my mouth. It dripped off my chin onto my shirt. I stuck my tongue out to taste it, and just like before, it was sweet and tasted amazing. I licked my lips as I stroked the rest of the liquid from the plant.
"You made a mess on me," I scolded as I let go. I looked down at my soaked shirt, I wiped some more off my face, and licked it off my fingers. What a crazy experience. I decided to leave the room. I needed to get cleaned up. I looked like someone had cum all over me. Maybe they did.
I stood up and walked out, but I felt it in the back of my mind; I could barely wait to go back. I wondered what else would happen.