The next morning Mark and Stacy slept in late, exhausted from their late-night adventures. Karen and Bill were surprised, then annoyed, when the kids weren't out of bed by noon.
"You know, honey," Bill said, "this just won't do. We can't let them sleep in like this every day. They ought to be up and helping with the work around the house."
"I agree," said Karen. "I don't want a couple of lazy, useless kids. We'll talk to them about it when they get up."
Around one o'clock Mark and Stacy finally showed up for breakfast, and Bill laid down the law. He told the brother and sister that they'd have to be up by eight every morning and that they must help Karen with the housework. Mark and Stacy were secretly annoyed, but they didn't let it show. They wanted to stay on good terms with their adoptive parents.
"Stacy, you can start by washing the dishes," said Karen, "and then I want you to dust and vacuum the house."
"Yes, Aunt Karen," Stacy said obediently.
"And Mark," Karen went on, "I want you to clean the basement. Come with me, and I'll show you what to do."
"Okay, Aunt Karen," said Mark.
As they left the room, Mark and Stacy winked at each other.
Karen led the way into the basement, and Mark avidly eyed her tall leggy figure as they went down the stairs. She was wearing a short cotton dress that didn't hide her ripe mature curves and her long shapely legs. She had the most exciting body Mark had ever seen.
"This is going to be a pretty big job," she told him. "It might take you more than one day. All this junk has to be moved, the floor has to be swept…"
Mark nodded, but he wasn't really listening. He hadn't come down here to clean any fucking basement. He'd come because it gave him a chance to be alone with his beautiful aunt. He'd told Stacy he intended to seduce Karen, and he meant it. This looked like a great opportunity.
"Why, look at this old thing," said Karen, bending over to fish some object from the pile of junk. "I haven't seen this in years."
She was tugging at a large framed picture, but it was wedged in with other things. Leaning over like that in her short dress, she unwittingly showed just the very edge of her panties. Mark's interest quickened. He moved closer to her.
"Let me help," he said.
"Oh, thank you, Mark," said Karen. "I can't seem to budge it. You'll be interested, though. It's a picture of your mother and me when we were little."
Big deal, thought Mark. He wasn't interested in baby pictures. He wanted the mature, grown-up Karen. He moved in alongside of her, smelling her purfume and her naturally fragrant flesh. He saw her large pointed tits heaving as she struggled to extract the photo. He leaned down and seized the photo, his body brushing against hers, their thighs rubbing.
"It's really wedged in there," he said, grunting. He pretended to make the job harder than it was. He tugged at the big framed picture, and as he felt it coming loose, he pretended to stumble.
"Oops!" he yelped, falling backwards. He grabbed Karen around the waist, as if for support, and they fell together.
They landed on a discarded mattress, Mark managing to fall on top of his aunt. He allowed his hand to slide "accidentally" between her warm silky thighs, coming to rest on the faintly moist crotch of her panties. He pressed her firmly there, feeling the radiating heat of her pussy.
Karen felt a flash of lust so strong and dizzying that for a moment she could do nothing. She'd been lusting for this boy, fantasizing about him, ever since she brought him home. When she led him down into the basement, her heart was pounding. Now he was on top of her, his hard young body pressed against her, his hand resting firmly on her snatch.
She knew it was just a silly accident, but for a moment she imagined he was making love to her. Her whole pussy boiled with excitement, and she felt herself starting to cream. Oh, no – she mustn't let him feel that.
She jerked her hips away from him, dislodging his hand, and began pushing at his shoulders. "Mark," she gasped, "get off me. I can't breathe."
He didn't move. He grinned down at her, his freckled face only inches from hers. He had reason to grin. Just before she jerked away, he'd felt the sudden rush of moisture at the crotch of her panties. It came as a delicious surprise to him. His cool aloof aunt had gotten aroused when he touched her between the legs…
"Mark, please," she said, pushing at his broad young shoulders. "Let me up. You're too heavy."
So she wanted to play games? She wanted to pretend that she hadn't creamed right through her panties when he rubbed her pussy? All right, they'd play games. He was ready with a countermove. Swiftly he lowered his face and kissed her, driving his thick wet tongue deep into her mouth.
"UMPF," Karen protested.
My God, what was happening? Her teenage nephew was kissing her hungrily, lustily, working his tongue in her mouth. It wasn't right… And yet her whole body was responding with a rush of heat and excitement. Again her starved cunt creamed heavily.
Mark prolonged the kiss, not letting her move, and she felt his hand creeping downward, getting under her short skirt, sneaking up toward her crotch. Her whole pussy flamed with eagerness, but her conscience told her that this incestuous scene must stop.
She jerked her mouth off his. "Mark, for heaven's sake," she gasped, "stop it. Let me up. I'm your mother now. This isn't right."
"Aw, you're not really my mother," Mark said serenely. "Let's have a little fun, Aunt Karen. This is fun, isn't it?"
Karen gawked at him. She really didn't know how her sister had raised Mark and Stacy, but it was clear that Betty hadn't told them much about sex. Mark seemed to have no idea that it was wrong for blood relatives to make love.
Karen was acutely conscious of it, however. She lusted for Mark, admired his superb young body, but she was not prepared to make her fantasies come true. No way was she going to make love to her own teenage nephew, her newly adopted son. The idea was sickening…
"NO, it's not fun," she said coldly. "I can't breathe, and you're wrinkling my dress. Now, please, let me up."
He grinned wickedly. "You're not telling the truth, Auntie," he mocked. "You got turned on when I touched you – and I can prove it."
He jammed his hand up between her legs and touched the soaked crotch of her panties. Karen blushed deeply. Oh, God, how ashamed she felt as he touched the evidence of her lust, her cream-soaked panties. He began to rub her crotch, and she almost moaned aloud in her hot excitement.
"N-no, Mark," she gasped, "don't do that. I won't make love to you. It's just not right, can't you see?"
"Nope," Mark said, "I can't. Maybe I'm dumb, but I can feel you creaming right in my hand. You want it, Karen, and I want it, so why don't we get it on? I'm a real good lay, honest."
Karen couldn't believe her ears. How could a teenage boy know such things? In spite of his young innocent face, Mark spoke confidently, like an experienced stud. He was rubbing her crotch expertly, stimulating her clit and her swollen wet pussylips. He was getting her almost unbearably aroused.
"Mark, you don't understand," she said desperately. "It's against the law for relatives to make love. Besides, I'd never be unfaithful to Bill. Just forget it, Mark. The answer is no. Now let me up."
Mark studied her frantic face. She was flushed with arousal, but her protests were sincere and determined. If he pushed her too far, she'd scream for Bill, and all hell would break loose. He had to change her mind, win her over, but not by force.
"Okay, okay," he said jovially, "if that's how you feel about it."
To Karen's relief, he started to slide off her, moving downward. She took a deep breath. Then, before she knew what was happening, he flipped up her skirt, covering her face, and grabbed for her panties.
"Mark, NO," she cried.
The skirt was in her way, cutting off her view. She felt Mark tugging her panties down, pulling them off, felt the cool basement air on her naked snatch. She blushed hotly. His hands were between her thighs, forcing them apart, and she knew he was gawking at her naked exposed slit.
"Mark, for God's sake, stop it," she gasped. "I'm going to have to call Bill if you don't behave."
"Take it easy, Auntie," he chuckled. "Here's something you're gonna love."
Karen managed to get the skirt off her face just in time to see her nephew's blond head dip between her thighs. She started to shriek for her husband, but the noise was strangled in her throat as she felt a stunning blast of pleasure.
Her young nephew began expertly eating her pussy.
Karen gawked, gasped, couldn't believe what was happening. The pleasure was real enough, though. She felt Mark's tongue, hot and wet and slightly rough, licking eagerly from her tiny quivering clit right down to the pale brown wrinkle of her asshole. It felt incredibly good.
"Oh, God," Karen moaned, sinking back limply.
She couldn't help it. She was starved for sex, and the pleasure was too great. She'd never had her pussy licked before, not in all the years of her marriage. She'd never dreamed it would feel this great. She just had to let herself enjoy it for a moment.
Mark tickled the tiny sensitive shaft of her clit, running his tongue swiftly around it, tickling, lashing, lapping. His tongue crept farther down, wickedly rimming the drooling mouth of her cunt, snaking into the plump hot folds of her pussylips.
Lower still, and she felt him lapping and rimming the tight mouth of her bumhole.
"Ohhh, nooo," she gasped. "Please, no!"
Yet she didn't move, didn't push him away. She was protesting more against herself than against him. She was afraid she'd lose control of herself. She needed this so much, wanted it desperately, that she was in danger of committing incest with her own adopted son. She must resist.
"Mark, stop it," she panted. "That's filthy you mustn't."
Mark grinned to himself. What a hypocrite she was. She was creaming all over his face, practically drowning him in her hot steamy cunt juice, yet she was telling him to stop. Well, he knew what to do about that.
"Relax, Auntie," he said. "It's gonna get even better. You'll really dig this."
He began snaking his tongue up her cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" Karen whined.
She couldn't help that cry of bliss. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt, Mark's thick rubbery tongue creeping up her long-starved twat. He did it slowly, teasingly, wriggling his thick tongue around inside her, greedily lapping up her cream. Karen thought she'd faint with pleasure.
"N-noooo," she whimpered, "noooo…"
But she meant yes, as Mark found out when he pushed her long legs farther apart, bending the knees. She let him spread her thighs lewdly apart.
Now he was able to thrust his tongue into her all the way to the root, stuffing her seething silky box. He thrust hard, and she creamed furiously.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, "ahhhh, God…"
She was shocked at her own lewd behavior. She lay there unprotesting, her legs thrown far apart like a wanton whore, while her young nephew tongue-fucked her. He worked his thick wet tongue deep into her aroused cunt, noisily eating her, and Karen's heart pounded with horny excitement.
She had to stop before they went too far, she knew that, but for the moment she just couldn't bear to have that dizzying pleasure end. She creamed and moaned shamelessly as Mark continued to work his big thick tongue in and out of her gushing twat.
Mark had an excellent view of his aunt's pussy, a delicious expanse of healthy scarlet flesh surrounded by gilded blonde fur. She had a small tasty plump clit, and her cunt was remarkably tight for a woman her age. She tasted good to him. Best of all, he'd discovered that beneath her frosty exterior, Karen was all woman. She loved what he was doing to her, even though her conscience was obviously protesting.
She'd said something about it being wrong for relatives to make love. Mark had never heard of such a thing, and he dismissed it. It bounded ridiculous to him. Women were always thinking up crazy excuses not to fuck, even when they were shivering with lust, like Karen was now.
He worked his tongue faster and faster in her fiery-hot nipping twat. She creamed so heavily that her juice ran out and puddled on the mattress. Her lusty tall body quivered, and her moans became low and hoarse and hungry. He figured it was time to make his move. She'd never get more aroused than this…
"Ooooo," Karen moaned with disappointment as she felt his tongue slipping out of her hotly aroused box.
Dizzily she looked up and saw her grinning nephew kneeling between her legs. He was looking at her confidently, almost mockingly, as he unzipped his jeans. Karen saw him take out his cock.
Her eyes focused wonderingly on his crotch. He had a bigger cock than she'd expected in so young a boy, a thick six inches of rosy stiff rod. The head was large and fat and dark red. The small slit mouth was drooling a little pearl of juice.
For just a moment she imagined letting him stuff that delicious stiff cock into her, and she moaned softly and felt the helpless thick cream leaking from her cunt. My God, she wanted it… She wanted it desperately.
But she wasn't going to do it. She simply could not fuck her own child.
Mark watched her flushed dizzy face, heard her soft moans, but he mistook their meaning.
"Don't be impatient, doll," he laughed. "I'm gonna ball you right now, as soon as I get these jeans off. I know you want it. It's gonna be good, too. Like I told you, I'm a damned good lay."
It was his cocky bragging that gave Karen that will to resist. Her body screamed for him, but in her mind she could imagine the results. That knowing grin, more and more demands, the awful chance that Bill might find out – it was too much to risk.
Positive that he had her, Mark stood up and slipped his jeans down around his ankles. He wore no shorts, and his rampant young prick stood straight up, hugging his belly, rosy and swollen. As he started to step out of his jeans, Karen scrambled to her feet.
"Hey, dammit, what're you doing?" Mark said.
"I'm going upstairs," Karen panted. "This has got to stop, Mark. I told you, it's all wrong, and I won't do it."
Mark was furious. He had a mean streak in him when he was frustrated, and it came out now. He slapped his beautiful aunt hard across the face. Stunned, Karen sank to her knees.
"Now, you listen, Auntie," the boy said harshly. "No more bullshit from you. I know you want me. I licked your cunt, and I felt it. You're not gonna leave me with a hard-on, unless you wanta get slapped all over this basement. Now, take off my pants, and be quick about it."
Karen helped him step out of his jeans, thinking rapidly as she did so. She could still get away from him, but he was so angry that he might tell everything to Bill. He might tell Bill that he'd gone down on her, that she'd loved it… No, she couldn't let that happen.
She had to appease Mark, get him in a good mood. And the only way to do that was to bring him off.
"That's better," Mark said, stepping out of his jeans. "You better understand, Auntie – you're not leaving this basement till I get my rocks off. Nobody leaves me with a cock-stand."
This was a side of Mark's personality she'd never seen before, whose existence she'd never imagined. He talked like a rough street punk, a junior sadist. Obviously he was sexually experienced. She shuddered, half afraid of him.
"Now get down on your back," he commanded. "Get your legs open. You're gonna take my cock, Auntie, and you're not gonna give me any shit."
Karen's mind whirled. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't. Not with her own nephew, a boy young enough to be ha son. How could she live in the same house with him, meet his eyes day after day, a constant reminder that she'd committed incest?
"Hurry up, dammit," Mark snarled. "On your back…"
No, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was unfaithful to Bill, if she balled her own adopted son. She knew she had to satisfy the boy, but she couldn't fuck him. There was only one solution, something she'd never tried before, something that half disgusted her… But it was the only way out.
Karen sank to her knees before him and tried to make her voice sound husky and excited.
"Wait, Mark," she said, "till I take off my clothes. It'll be more fun that way, don't you think?"
Mark grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, good idea," he said. "Take off everything, Auntie."
Karen obeyed, blushing. Her panties were gone already, and after she slipped her dress off over her head, she was wearing only a blue lace bra. She unhooked it and slowly let it fall off the stiff paints of her unusually large breasts.
Mark watched hungrily, licking his lips. His aunt's huge cone-shaped tits were even bigger than he'd imagined, capped with large pink nipples. Man, they'd be a fistful! He just had to touch them. The fucking could wait a moment – he was sure he had her.
"Stand up," he said.
Karen stood up, blushing with embarrassment as the boy's hot eyes swept from her huge pointed tits down to the thick golden puff of her mans. He planted his hands firmly on her breasts and began to squeeze and knead the soft creamy flesh, grinning as he did so.
"Nice," he said, "really nice. Uncle Bill's a lucky guy, with a pair of knockers like this to suck."
Karen's face flamed. The boy moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers, and she felt his rock-hard young cock rubbing her belly. Mark bent and sucked one of her big pink cone-shaped nipples into his mouth.
"Ohhhh," Karen moaned helplessly.
He sucked fast and hot on her sensitive nipples, and pleasure threatened to overwhelm her again. She swayed against him, moaning. She didn't lose her resolve, however. She was NOT going to fuck this boy. She shuddered to think what she would have to do instead, but she knew it had to be that way.
Mark raised his head from her stiff spit-soaked nipple. He was breathing hard, obviously unable to wait a moment longer. He pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees.
"Get down now, Auntie," he said breathlessly. "Open your legs for me. I gotta get into you."
Karen swallowed hard. She hoped her act would be convincing. "Mark, wait," she said. "Just let me… I want to suck your cock."
He gawked at her, then grinned triumphantly.
"I'll be damned," he said. "I never figured you for a cock-sucker, Auntie. But if that's what you want, be my guest."
Her trick had worked. She didn't want to blow him – the very idea made her gag. She'd never done such a thing in her life. But at least this way he wouldn't fuck her and she wouldn't be quilty of incest.
Mark stepped back a little, hands on hips, grinning obscenely. His rosy boy-prick hugged his belly, drooling big bright bubbles of juice. On her knees, Karen leaned forward, trembling. She gingerly curled her fingers around his rigid hot prick and gently lowered the stiff organ till she could reach it with her mouth.
Mark saw her little pink tongue flash out. She licked swiftly all around the swollen knobby head of his dick, then began working down the shaft. He chuckled. He'd never dreamed his dignified puritanical aunt would give a blow job.
Karen was relieved to find that his dribbling cock juice didn't taste too bad. Perhaps she could get through this act after all. She licked his rosy rigid prick thoroughly, buying time, working from the dark red head right down to the tight patch of platinum curls at the base of his cock.
She could lick him, yes, but would she be able to put that thing in her mouth? She had to. There was no other way…
Mark was getting impatient. "Come on, baby," he said, "let's skip the foreplay and get on with it. Stick it in your mouth, Auntie. Suck my dick."
Karen knew she couldn't stall any longer. She opened her moist lips and went down on him, taking his fat hard boy-cock deep into her mouth. Her lips were painfully stretched, and she almost gagged when his bubbling glans touched her throat.
"Yeah, YEAH," Mark gasped, falling forward to steady himself against her shoulders. "Yeah, blow me, baby, suck that meat…"
Karen sucked, struggling to overcome her horror and nausea. His fat hard prick seemed to stuff her mouth till she could hardly breathe. She sucked fast and hard, wanting to bring him off fast.
"Hey, no amateur stuff, okay?" Mark panted, gripping her shoulders. "Take it all in. I want you to suck the whole thing."
Karen moaned, but she did as he said, sucking in his throbbing meat till his furry young balls rubbed her chin. His hard knobby glans was in her throat, choking her. Desperately she sucked faster, harder, wanting to end her torment.
Mark was delighted. She was gobbling his meat, sucking ravenously like she was starved for it. Man, he'd really turned her on.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," he panted. "Tastes great, don't it? And you can have as much as you want."
Karen sucked and sucked, and gradually she got used to it. She began to actually enjoy the fat sausage-like presence in her mouth, the salty taste of his juice. She found herself beginning to drool. There was something perversely exciting about sucking her nephew's prick.
"Go, baby, go," Mark panted. "Suck that meat… I'll give you something really nice to eat, Auntie, in just a second… Oh, man, YEAH…"
He hadn't meant to come, really. He wanted to get into her in the worst way. But her sucking was too fast, too hot, too delicious to resist. Well, he could ball her some other time. Mark relaxed and let himself go, whining as he felt the rush of jism from his swollen balls.
"UMPF," Karen gasped.
Suddenly her mouth was full of his come, a scalding rush of it. She had to swallow or choke. She gulped down load after load of the steamy sticky stuff before Mark's cock finally went limp and slipped from her mouth.
Karen leaped to her feet and began to dress. "I-I better get back upstairs," she said, blushing deeply. "Bill will wonder where I am."
Mark grinned evilly as he zipped his fly. "That's okay, Auntie," he said. "I won't tell. Not if you're very very nice to me from now on."