No Idea about Nothing and Spying Aunt Lila

Little Pico lived godly and for a long time knew virtually nothing about sexuality. Yes yes, of course he knew the miracle of the erection, but he knew nothing to do with it, awkwardly squeezed and palpated his cock.

From an early age, his mother had made it clear to him that it was was not godly, fie! He developed a neat good guilty conscience when he played with his little one, but since nothing else happened, he was left with nothing but a bad conscience. The mother was saintly, and she got also no erection, however closely he looked. Sometimes, when he was allowed to sleep with his mother, he woke up at night and played with himself. When he was sure that she was sound asleep, he would press his little hard‐on comfortably against her thighs or her warm buttocks.

He prayed a lot, he prayed often, and he liked to pray. He prayed silently, even when he lay in bed at night and played with his little hard‐on. But he also prayed in the little church, had his regular place with his favorite saint, the Saint Teresa of Avila. Of course, he soon knew everything about her life and work, knew all the legends about her by heart. But most of all he liked to kneel at her feet, at the foot of the Statuary group that depicted her with the Crucified.

St. Theresa, was that a beautiful girl! The Artist had taken every pains to portray her with all the respect saintly, but also seductively beautiful to portray. The glowing, adoring look in her eyes with which she looked at the blood‐covered Savior, the bouquet of white lilie that she held out to him – that contributed to the deepest piety. But the black tunic or the Order dress she wore was a true perfidy. It seemed to be spun of the finest silk, which fitted her body like a rubber glove — an invisible wind pressed against the girlish body, accentuating the virginally swelling breasts and the soft curves of the thighs. If he looked long enough and prayed sincerely for it, he could see the gently curved mound under which her most secret part must be, see it clearly.

He prayed as he knelt before that statue, devouring it with the most unchaste looks, and then – still more deeply entangled in his carnality – to ask forgiveness for these terrible sins of gaze. Like the half‐naked, bloody man on the cross of this statue group looked like, he did not know later, but he did know what St. Teresa looked like, and what she became his everything from day to day.

His mother — the young widowed Anna Maria Rizzi — saw it that he was developing into a God‐fearing boy, and sometimes she would sometimes say, sighing, how wonderful it would be if he would one day become a priest. Aunt Lila, on the other hand, who used to live with them and whom everyone called "Auntie," although she was probably not related to them at all by blood, often came to visit more often — and not always with the same lover — and scolded Anna Maria that she should not influence Pico so, not to put such papist fleas in his ears. The good widow Rizzi did everything she could to at least bring her son to the Church, even if her elder daughter Monika was not exactly a saint and did not exactly develop saintly.

Pico was glad that his mother knew what he was supposed to do later on ot should do and left it at that; priest was probably not so bad. Praying and being God‐fearing was so easy for him, and whether he could believe everything Aunt Lila said, he was very uncertain.

Aunt Lila was anything but God‐fearing, although she could hardly be older than 35. When Pico and his mother prayed together, then Aunt Lila unobtrusively withdrew, not to disturb, but also because she never prayed herself. Moreover she was not, like his mother, a shy young widow and a decent mother, but had already had a lot of problems with her husband before they separated and was also not faithful, but brought her lovers with her, at least when her husband was at home and the apartment was not was storm‐free. It made his mother kind of embarrassed, but she was soft and yielding and always let Aunt Lila win. Sometimes it seemed to Pico as if the two women had a secret agreement in that regard.

Then the room next to the bathroom, which many years ago was still a kitchen, was cleared for the guests; between the two rooms there was a small pass‐through for the Dishes, but it had since become non‐functional. From here a few times, he spied Aunt Lila and her lover making love during their hours of lovemaking, pressed his eye to the slit of the wooden sliding Pass-through and watched in the dim light the undulating cuddling, fucking and masturbation games of the two. Only dimly he saw the two bodies, but in his mind everything became colorful and alive. He felt how stiffened his cock was and pushed it a little bit, but then he let it go again, heart pounding. After all he got nothing more than an inkling of what sex was like.

Sometimes the two of them left the bedside lamp burning. Was that a heartbeat furious, when Aunt Lila lasciviously stretched out there and he made his push‐ups, only with the cock in her belly sticking! Or when she rubbed her lover's big cock and let it squirt out of him! Or sitting astride his belly and bobbing up and down, back and forth, rocking back and forth until he cramped up. Once she sat straddled on top of him and bobbed up and down for a long time until she paused and Pico could see the lover slide his cock halfway out of Lila's slit and pumped into her from below.

From now on, he knelt on the prayer stool, heart pounding, looking up at St. Theresa and saw her in the spirit with an imaginary lover in bed and immediately regretted these terrible sins of thought. St. Theresa and a lover! Oh my God, he became more and more depraved and sinful, he quickly hasped down the Avemarias and also included Aunt Lila and her lover in his prayers, so that they also would be washed of all guilt, amen! Amen! Reverently he kissed St. Theresa's plaster sandals and implored forgiveness before he went home.

Once again, as he slipped into the bathroom to his observation post his mother was standing in front of the hatch, which was open a little gap wide open, and peered in at the two of them. Pico immediately darted out again, but then stopped defiantly and turned back, wanting to watch, too. His mother watched the two with a reddened face and now looked over at him very fearfully, as he defiantly approached and stood in front of her to peek through the slit just as she did. The widow Rizzi was perplexed and at first covered Pico's eyes, so he wouldn't see, but he shook his head clear. After that they did not move, the mother holding Pico's shoulders tightly and looked in at the two of them with her heart pounding. The lover was kneeling with his stiff cock in front of Lila, who was One hand stroking between her legs. Pico sensed the terrible insecurity of his mother, while he felt ashamed of his hard‐on, and tried desperately to hold it in his pocket with his hand to flatten the unruly little boy so that his mother wouldn't notice. Mother of course nothing of it noticed.

Her hand clenched ironically around his shoulders Lila's lover disappeared with his head between Aunt Lila's thighs. Pico could feel her arousal over that hand until Lila pulled her lover up to her, cooing. As the lover slowly approached Lila, half kneeling with a stiff cock slowly approached Lila and gently inserted it into her, Pico felt his mother rubbing her intimate parts through the fabric cloth. Pico was fascinated as the cock disappeared like a long sausage, disappeared into Lila's belly and was slowly pulled out again, moist and shiny, wet and shiny. The lover made it go faster and faster and the maternal hand tightened around his shoulders. The body of the mother shivered at once very hard, she stopped the rubbing and kissed Picos mop of hair lovingly.

First, as the two lovers wedged themselves into each other, making a great deal of noise as they did the fast nailing, Pico and his mother slipped out quietly and went into the living room. She put a finger to her lips and said that this was a big secret, that he should never talk about it to anyone. These were things for adults and not for little boys. Pico felt that she would rather not come at all to spying and nodded somberly. After that he never sneaked there again to spy on Aunt Lila, when he knew that his mother was standing there.

From that day on, he was certain that the two women had a Secret agreement. Since that day, he distrusted everything, because this all did not fit together, because aunt Lila let his mother watch and because the saint and the sinner had a secret pact.

Maybe, Pico thought bitterly, St. Theresa also had a secret lover.