Margaret started to light a cigarette but decided she really didn't want the damned thing. She was looking out over the trees behind the house. It was a peaceful summer evening. At least out there it was. Behind her Billy stalked back and forth in the room. It was the first time she'd ever seen him really drink hard at anything. And even though it was just a beer can be held, he seemed to be going at it somewhat awkwardly. Margaret would have been more amused if it weren't for the uncertainty, which had suddenly engulfed everything.
"Look, Billy, I don't know any more than you do. I returned from the bank to find the boutique locked. There was a note inside. The same one I let you read." Margaret shrugged. "Alice had a sudden pang of homesickness for her mother. She called Mitch to have him take her up there in the car."
Billy stopped stalking and looked at her with a frown.
"But Alice was glad to get away from Mom and Dad, same as I was," he said. "I can't figure her going back for any reason. Especially not homesickness."
"Wish I could tell you more," Margaret said. Of course she could tell him more but she chose not to. She could tell Billy about the damp places on the carpet inside one of the changing booths. Someone had soiled the carpet and made a hurried attempt at cleaning it up. But whoever had done it hadn't found the other spot on the little bench like seat. The blood. Someone had bled all over her boutique. Margaret shuddered to think of what might have happened. And she knew that whatever had transpired, her husband was deeply involved in the mystery. She could conjure up all sorts of awful nightmares without half trying. Had Mitch craved his own niece so hotly that he'd gotten drunk and gone to the boutique and raped her? Had he even perhaps murdered her in a confused state of lust and passion? No, that was ridiculous to even consider. And yet all those terrible possibilities kept presenting themselves.
"I'm sure Mitch or Alice will call soon," she said finally crossing to where Billy stood running his fingers through his long, blond hair. She had to think optimistically. She had to think of pleasant things. Like the way her nephew's thighs looked. He really did have a nice ass. The shorts fit him tight and even in a soft state, his cock bulged out down one leg a little. She went over and hugged him from behind, her hands rubbing his hard belly. It was funny how easily she could forget all that other crap when she got close to Billy. There was really no use worrying about anything until they knew something for sure. She let her fingers stoke the flesh around his navel. It was fun inching under his T-shirt like that.
"Anyway," she continued, "this does mean you and I will be alone for a while."
"I, I don't know Aunt Margaret. I feel funny about the other night. I mean, everybody knew we were out in the boat. And then Betty heard all that screaming. Maybe somebody else heard it, too. I was surprised that Mitch didn't have a man-to-man talk with me. I was sure shaking in my boots just thinking about how pissed off he might…"
"Oh, sshhhhhh," Margaret scolded, putting a finger over his lips. She hugged him, pumped her hips against his muscled bottom. Then she got under his T-shirt again and began to stroke his hard little male nipples. Billy shuddered and tried to drink more of his beer.
"You'd better not, Margaret. What if Mitch and Alice came back?"
"He's taking her back home for a little visit, remember?" She pressed her cheek against his back and let her hands stray again. Down. Down to where his shorts cut across his abdomen. She dug under them and searched for the tangle of blond curls that grew around the base of his prick. She felt his cock thickening even before she touched it.
"Ohhhhhh, God!"
"You're such a lovely man," she whispered, undoing his shorts then. Billy was wearing a jock strap and the strong elastic pouch excited her. What a neat way for a man to go around. Carrying his jewels and cock in a cozy little sack.
"Where's Betty?" Billy gasped when he finally got a little air into his lungs.
"Is there something between you and Betty?" Margaret said, narrowing her eyes.
"No, I just wondered. I wouldn't like to be surprised."
Margaret persisted. "That night of the beach party. You and Betty were gone for a pretty long time getting that stuff from the store. And you were kind of embarrassed when I was asking those questions."
"What questions?" Billy asked, embarrassed again.
"About if a girl had ever sucked your cock." Billy pulled away and sat down in a chair.
"God, Margaret, you sure aren't afraid to just come right out and say it."
"I'm too old to bother with politeness any more." She watched him. "Well? Have you and Betty, you know, gotten it on?" She could see he still had a huge erection. Billy had tried to button back up, but the head of his cock had slipped out of the pouch of the jock strap. The darkened head crept out of one leg of the white tennis shorts. Margaret came over and knelt before him. "You haven't answered my question."
"I'd rather not."
She shrugged and smiled, knowing the truth anyway. It was written all over her nephew's face.
But his cocktip was really throbbing now. The head had crept another inch down Billy's leg. She leaned her head down and rolling back the leg of his shorts, placed a wet-lipped kiss against his shaft.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit," Billy sighed, leaning back in the chair. Margaret undressed him with eager fingers. She left his T-shirt on, tossing his shorts and jock strap behind her on the rug. Then she held the proud, white prick with trembling fingers and licked her lips over and over.
"God, darling, we can fuck our brains out while my husband is gone."
"Wrong. It's so wrong to do it like this," Billy moaned, eyes half closed. She saw that the foreskin still covered the flared part of his tip. With her lips she forced it back enough to pull the hot knob between her teeth. Her nephew squirmed deeper into the chair. She flicked her tongue rapidly against the magic spot that seemed to excite a man more than anywhere else. Billy gave another groan and stretched his legs. Instead of taking his cock deep into her mouth, she concentrated on the head. She wanted to take him up fast, wanted to show him that she was devoted to his pleasure completely. She knew she could have him wound around her little pinky if she played her cards right.
"Aunt Margaret. Jesus Christ, I'm, I'm…"
"Mmmmmmmm," she cooed, her tongue going wild at the lobes under his tip. The flesh there was not used to being exposed to such friction. Usually the protective tube of his foreskin covered it. It was as tender and smooth as anything she'd ever touched. She hooked her teeth behind the crown of his velvety glans and sanded him with her tongue with all the energy she could muster.
Billy gave a choked cry and shaved his back into the chair cushion. Margaret felt the swell of his tube as the cream jolted upwards. She had always had a deep desire to watch that stuff bubble out of a man. Sometimes, long ago, Mitch had allowed her that pleasure. Now she meant to have it again.
Jacking him steadily with her hand she took her lips away to watch the first fountain of jizz leap into the air. It went two feet and plopped down on her nephew's thigh. His face was dark red from the tension. She smiled with the pleasure of her dripping pussy as it convulsed in sympathy for Billy's turbulent state.
"Oh God, Margaret! Suck! Suck me please! I'm begging you!"
She sucked him. She sucked his frothing prick to the back of her throat and swallowed hard to get the slick strings of jizz down. His balls really exploded then, spattering the inside of her mouth with his cum. Billy grabbed her head and held her there as he pumped his hips on the chair cushion. A white droplet appeared at one of her nostrils and dripped down her upper lip. She felt it make a string that hung off her chin. Then Billy let her head go and she was riding up and down with her lips. Up and down his rigid shaft, sucking and stripping the cum from his tube with her tongue tip.
When it was over, she kissed his mouth with her cummy lips. Billy staggered up, dazed. He held to the back of the chair for a long while before daring to test his legs.
"Boy, if your daughter had came in," Billy said, shaking his head.
"Betty isn't even here today," Margaret said, wiping her hand under her chin. "She told me she was going to town." Margaret came over and took his hand. "Now why don't we go upstairs. I haven't even had a chance to take off my clothes yet."
"You sure it's okay?"
"Of course my young and innocent darling." She lifted her hair up and tilted her head. "Kiss my neck, please." Billy took her in his arms and did what she wanted. She could feel the still firm sag of his cock against her. She wanted more of it. Lots more. She'd suck him hard again and let him fuck her in every position known to man! She was going to have a feast while she had the chance. When Mitch came back he'd surely bring his cynical, bored mood back with him. But now she had the run of her house and she had her young nephew and she had a bad case of horny to boot.
"Ohhhh, hurry darling, let's go to my bedroom."
"Maybe my bedroom would be better," Billy put in.
"If you feel more comfortable there, I'm game." Margaret smiled wickedly. "Do you have any rope?"
"Some nylon cord I use when I go camping. What do you want with that?"
"I want to tie you up, darling. I've wanted to get a man tied up ever since I can remember."
"Sounds kind of weird." Billy let her pull him towards the staircase.
"It is. And it's wonderful. You'll see my sweet Billy, you'll see." They went up the stairs arm in arm.