Matt's holiday

[SummerOf87]

Hi everyone. This is my second attempt at a story. Please, forgive translation errors. The story is set in Europe.

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Like every summer since Matt turned 8, his parents would go on a romantic vacation together, leaving Matt with aunt Peggy, who was Matt's mother's younger sister.

Matt loved vacations with aunt Peggy. His mother was the classic helicopter mother, overprotective and afraid of everything.
Officially, vacations at aunt Peggy's house were TV, video games, and playing in the fenced-in backyard. In reality, every vacation with aunt Peggy was an adventure.

Matt would have turned 13 in September. That summer night, he looked at himself in the mirror after taking a shower. He was thin but not muscular, and he thought his butt was a little too big. "I look like Susan," Matt thought as he looked at his butt in the mirror, arching his back slightly. Susan was a classmate of him.

He sighed and looked down below his belly button. His penis was neither too small nor too big compared to those of his teammates, but still too small compared to the ones he had seen in the magazines his father kept hidden in the attic. Of course, the women he saw at the beach didn't look like the women in those magazines either, but Matt didn't understand how the two things were connected.

Following a suggestion he had read in one of the magazines, Matt had also tried shaving the few hairs that had grown in the previous year, but instead of looking bigger, he only looked more pathetic.

The next morning aunt Peggy was coming to pick him up, so he went to bed and thought about her. The first two holidays, when Matt was 8 and 9, aunt Peggy took him to a Mediterranean beach in her minivan equipped as a camper. Matt didn't have a bathing suit, his mother didn't know they were going to the beach, and Matt spent the time on the beach naked. The first year, he remembered, he wasn't even embarrassed, while by the second year Matt had become more modest. Matt's thoughts were not focused on his past humiliation, but on aunt Peggy, whose beach outfit was a thong bottom swimsuit and nothing else. In the years that followed, aunt Peggy took Matt camping. There were no lake baths or outdoor showers. Matt's modesty was preserved, but in his heart he missed his time at the beach.

He woke up early, ate breakfast, and grabbed his backpack. aunt Peggy had told him to “pack light,” so he did. In his backpack he had only a spare pair of underwear and socks, and a pair of long white pants. Matt was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off above the knee.

When he heard aunt Peggy’s horn, he waved to his parents and ran outside.
She was gorgeous as ever. 27 years old, long dark hair and an hourglass figure. Matt took a look around. Aunt Peggy’s minivan was strangely empty, Matt thought.
When they arrived at aunt Peggy’s house, a cute single-family home in a small town, Matt finally asked his aunt what the plans were. Aunt Peggy laughed and pulled a bandana from the dashboard and blindfolded her nephew.

Matt knew aunt Peggy’s house as well as his own, and he knew right away that she was taking him to the garage. Matt expected to see his aunt’s newest craze. A vintage roadster? A Japanese 4x4? Maybe a boat? If the garage hadn't been small, Matt wouldn't have ruled out airplanes or helicopters.

When his aunt removed the blindfold, Matt's eyes fell on a large American cruiser motorcycle. "Do you like it?" his aunt asked. Matt was speechless. Motorcycles were his passion, even though his mother was absolutely against it. While his schoolmates hid magazines with naked girls under their beds, he hid motorcycle magazines. Sure, he was more into sportbikes, but anything with two wheels was a dream for him.

Matt turned to his aunt and said, "Is this yours? I didn't know you had a motorcycle license." "Your mother doesn't know either," his aunt said with a wink. "I started with a 125cc and now I've bought this beauty."

"It's very nice, but what does that have to do with our vacation?" Matt asked. His aunt laughed. "Matt, this will be your first motorcycle holiday," she said, smiling at her nephew. Matt was shocked. Sure, he wasn't legally old enough to ride even a small 50cc moped, but riding behind a woman on a motorcycle? In the magazines he read, the passenger seat was called the "bitch seat," and the girls who sat there were always almost barely naked. The idea of riding bitch on a woman's bike didn't appeal to Matt. But he loved his aunt very much, so he smiled widely and nodded.

"I have another surprise for you," said aunt Peggy, "wait here." she added, walking into the house. Matt felt his stomach growl. Would she take him to a rally? Would hundreds of people see him on the seat of the bitch? Matt didn't know what to do. Aunt Peggy came back into the garage. She was wearing a leather motorcycle jacket over a white tank top, boots, and crotchless biker chaps, under which she was wearing jean shorts.
Aunt Peggy smiled and handed Matt a leather jacket and crotchless biker chaps. "I hope I guessed the size right," smiled aunt Peggy. The jacket was perfect, but the chaps were hard to fit. "These don't fit, A
auntie," Matt said. "You can't ride a motorcycle in shorts or worse, those long white pants you brought with you. Let me try something. Take your pants off."

Matt was silent. "What?" "Take your pants off," aint Peggy repeated. Matt did as she was told. Matt could now put on his chaps. Girls in motorcycle magazines often wore these crotchless chaps with bikini bottoms or thongs and Matt had always thought they were very sexy. Now he was wearing a pair of chaps with just a pair of white briefs. "Auntie, I don't think I can go out like this," said Matt. "Oh, don't worry, we won't go in the crowd" said Aunt Peggy, "did you think I'd take my nephew to a biker rally wearing underwear?" laughed aunt Peggy. Matt relaxed a bit.

Aunt Peggy took the motorcycle out of the garage and locked the house. Matt was standing in the yard, his hands covering his crotch. It was very hot, and aunt Peggy had tied her jacket around her waist. Matt noticed that his aunt was without a bra under her tank top. aunt Peggy climbed onto the bike and started the engine, signaling Matt. After a brief hesitation, he climbed onto the back seat. Not knowing where to hold on, Matt hugged his aunt's waist. His aunt turned off the engine. "Matt, I know this is embarrassing for you. But you're not even 13, and even if you were older, there would be nothing embarrassing about riding on the back of a girl's motorcycle." Matt was actually more embarrassed at the thought of going on a trip in his underwear, but he didn't say anything. "Maybe your auntie can find a way to make you love this trip," she said, winking at him. Aunt Peggy started the bike again. To Matt's shock, aunt Peggy took his hands and brought them to her breasts. "You can hold on here," his aunt said. And then they took off.

End of Part One.

[Jeepman89]

Great start! I look forward to reading the next part.

[TeenFan]

One of the best motorcycle themed movies was "Easy Rider".
I have a feeling this story could be titled "Sleazy Rider".
Those biker babes Matt is about to meet are going to have a good time with the little rider in his cute underpants.