Monica watched. She shuddered with lust. Flavor burst through her senses when there wasn't any reason for it to. She watched the image of herself suck down over the big prick and lick the bubbling cum from the eye with the tip of her tongue.
She shook her hand over her cunt and remembered how it had been when she'd sucked Gil's cock all the way the other morning. She swallowed and swallowed as she watched her sister lick and lap all over the wet prick.
"Ahhhhh!" Bruce grunted tightly, tipping his head back with bliss and shock combined.
"Mmmm, I love it!" Vicky cried. She licked her lips and swallowed again and again, running her fingers all over his cock at the same time, petting it and fondling it.
"Oh, Aunt Vicky!" Bruce choked.
"You can see how much I love it, darling – can't you? Oh, Bruce – don't you dare deny Nancy a drink of your sweet young cum! She'd love it too! I know, Bruce – I'm a woman, and I know!"
"Nancy, Nancy!" he cried with an odd sound.
Vicky wrapped her arms around his hips and ass and guided him toward the bed, making him back into it. He sat. His prick jutted and strained from his lap.
"Aunt Vicky – what are you – going to do?" he gasped.
He looked down at her, watching her get to her knees in front of him. He looked down the front of her dress and ogled the pointed, firm tits there, and his prick throbbed again.
"I'm going to take off these messy pants, Bruce," Vicky said. She pulled at them and got them to his knees. She laid her cheek along his thigh and sighed, her fingers cupping his balls and fondling his prick.
"Aunt Vicky!" he gasped, wanting to touch the back of her head and hold her against his crotch, and yet afraid to.
She lifted her head and smiled sweetly and hotly. She pushed at his chest gently. "Lie back, darling. Let Aunt Vicky slip your pants off."
"Ohhh," he moaned, leaning backward. He kept looking, though. His prick strained with unbelievable rigidity. It pulsed with every beat of his heart. Vicky slipped his pants off his legs.
She stood up then. She looked down at him, lying back on his elbows, his legs partly spread, his hot balls bunched into a tight knot under the base of his big cock soaring upward like a waving flagpole.
"What…?" he gasped, the sound more a grunt than a question. He watched her. His cock throbbed and beat. His eyes stared at her hungrily as she reached behind her back to run the zipper down.
"I'm going to take my dress off, sweetie," she said. "It's no fair for you to be lying there with your prick thrusting so beautifully into the air while I'm fully dressed, is it?"
"Ahhhh…" he whimpered. His cock jerked and bucked.
Vicky slipped the red, clinging satin from her shoulders and let it slip silkily from the points of her tits. Bruce stared at her tits and licked his lips. She smiled again.
"There, darling. Now you can look at them all you want to. Look closely, Bruce, and you'll see exactly what your mother's tits look like."
"Ohhhh, God – they're beautiful, Aunt Vicky!" She hooked her thumbs into the material at her waist and pushed. The red satin slid over her hips and fell with a whisper down her thighs to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle it made, and she braced her thighs slightly apart and put her hands on her hips and let him stare at the outline of her puffy-lipped cunt through the transparent panties.
"There's my cunt, darling," she whispered.
"Look at it. Feast your eyes on it. Drink the sight in and remember it. It's just like your mother's cunt."
His eyes bulged from his head. His mouth opened, and he panted through it.
"Aunt Vicky – your cunt… it's… it doesn't have any… any hair on it!"
"Just like your mother's sweet cunt, honey. We shaved it off. Don't you think that's exciting?"
"I can – see it!" he croaked. "I can see everything! Your cuntlips – the crack between them… ohhh, Aunt Vicky, it's not at all like the pusses in the girlie magazines. They've got so much hair that even when they face the camera with their legs open you can't see their cunts, because of all the hair."
Vicky tipped her head back and laughed softly. "Well, you can see all of mine, honey. And your mother's. Here, I'll slip off my panties, and you can see it even better."
She hooked her thumbs in the waist of the panties and pushed. The garment wadded and rolled into a frothy web at her hips. Then it swept over them and slipped down her thighs, and Vicky stood before him in all her shaved, silky beauty, letting him gorge himself on the sight of her curving, youthful body.
Monica could see it all. She couldn't help looking at her sister's gorgeous body herself, knowing that hers was identical to it in every respect.
She looked at her son's face and his reaction to the sight, and the expression was thrilling to behold. It made her wish she hadn't been so prudish. It made her wish she were standing there in front of him now instead of Vicky.
There was lust in his expression – youthful and innocent and eager. There was awe. There was a sense of wonder and amazement and a dizzying something she couldn't quite define.
His prick was like a bar of iron, reaching, stretching, throbbing, pulsing. Monica looked at her son's cock and moaned quietly behind the bathroom door and swirled her hand over her cunt again and again until the sounds of wetness were so loud they would surely give her away.
"Ohhhh, Aunt Vicky…" Bruce whimpered finally.
He couldn't restrain himself any longer. Even if she were watching him, he simply had to grab his prick and start jacking it, before it burst apart and covered them both with the boiling contents of his balls.
"Ohhh, I can't help it!" he moaned. "Aunt Vicky…"
His hand swept up and down his cock. Vicky moved quickly, going between his legs and holding his arm, making him stop.
"Is-is that bad to do, Aunt Vicky? Is that why you want me to stop? Oh, shit – did I do something wrong again?"
"Of course not, Bruce," Vicky said sweetly. "It's exciting to watch you jack your cock like that. But I don't want you to waste all that luscious cum again."
"Waste it, Aunt Vicky?"
"Honey, don't call me Aunt Vicky. Pretend I'm your mother. You can't really tell us apart, you know."
"Sure, I can! She'd never do anything like this with me!" he gasped.
"I think she would. I think maybe she's been a little afraid to, that's all. Just the way you were afraid a few minutes ago. But you don't look afraid any more," she laughed, holding his prick and waggling it, making him laugh nervously.
"You mean you think Mom…?" he started.
Vicky nodded solemnly. "I don't just think, Bruce – I know. She's been peeking at your prick just as hard as you've been peeking at her tits and ass and trying to see her cunt."
Bruce stared at her with disbelief. "But she's got Dad," he said. "That morning he left – I heard them in here fucking! I know that's what they were doing, Aunt Vicky. And then she came out and – and…"
"Honey, that was a long time ago. Weeks. She hasn't had any fucking since then. When Gil goes off for a month at a time like this, she gets very hot, very horny. She looks at you, believe me. And she'd just love to have this big cock far up inside her hot cunt – just as much as you want to put it there."
"Ohhh, Aunt Vicky…" he gasped.
She squeezed her hand around his heavy shaft. She felt the rumbling and stretching going on inside it. She looked down at the top of it and saw the big eye pulse open and closed.
"Bruce?"
"I can't help it!" he cried.
"It's all right, darling – come again!"
She jacked her hand up and down his prick and then opened her mouth wide and sucked down over the head of it. She twisted her head as she sucked. Her lips kept expanding and going down.
Down and down – clear to the root of his big cock.
Monica watched. Then she stared. Then she gaped with bulging eyes. Her throat spasmed as she watched the mirror image of herself take that big prick halfway to her belly.
"Yaaagh!" Bruce shouted.
There was nothing restrained about it this time. He opened his mouth and throat and let the sound rumble out full blast. His hips lifted high from the bed as his prick disappeared into the warm, wet cavity of Vicky's sucking throat.
His jism boiled and spewed from the end of his youthful cock. It hosed into her throat and shot in strings into her belly. His cum backed up and filled her mouth and drooled from her compressed, sucking, sliding lips.
It was too much for Monica. Her son twisted and thrashed on the bed, his prick completely inside Vicky's mouth. She shoved three fingers up her sucking, swimming cunt and came violently with him, permitting herself to groan and mewl, knowing that the sounds would be covered by his own bellowing.
She rocked back and forth on the top of the hamper and nearly spun off it. Her legs shot out in front of her, stiff and apart. Her fingers wriggled and shook in her spasming cunt and milked the slippery honey from it.
"Ah! Ah! Aunt Vicky! My God! You ate my cock! God! Oh-h-h, it was wonderful!"
Vicky sucked her mouth back off his prick, doing it slowly, using her tongue along the bottom to milk the last drops of jism out of it.
She lifted back and licked her lips and smiled. She fondled his prick with her fingers, hefting his balls, planting kisses on the insides of his thighs. She looked at him and laughed lightly when he was finished tossing and rolling and groaning.
"There, now – that wasn't so bad, was it? Were you frightened that time, darling?"
"Ohhh, no!" he groaned.
"Your prick is still hard," she said. "Look at the way it stands up and throbs and demands even more."
"It-it's that way, Aunt Vicky."
"Shall we give it some more, Brucie?"
He sucked in his breath and shivered and looked at her. He licked his lips. He couldn't believe all this was really happening to him.
"Well?"
"Y-Yes!" he gasped.
Vicky straightened up and thrust out her chest. Her tits jiggled and pointed at him.
"All right," she said.
"You mean it?" he gasped. "You really mean it?"
"Of course, darling. But that's the last I'm going to give away. If you want more from me, you're going to have to come after it yourself."
He grinned shakily. He licked his lips. His hot gaze wavered.
"Are you still afraid of me, honey? Don't be. You can have whatever you want, I promise. I just want you to get out of the habit of waiting for it to come to you. I want you to be bold, Bruce. Take the initiative. Come after me the way you're going to go after Nancy. And… and after your mother!"
"Ohhh, Aunt Vicky!" he gasped.
"That's the other condition, honey," she said. "You'll stop calling me Aunt Vicky. Pretend I'm your mother. Call me Mom, darling, and come fuck that big wonderful prick into Mom's hot, sweet cunt!"
"God! God!" Bruce cried, shaking his head back and forth, as if to clear the wonderful dream from it and bring himself back to the real world.
But she was still there. She was thrusting her tits at him. She was standing with her legs parted and her bald, slick, sweet cunt half-open.
He could see the pink meat of her cunt inside the parted, puffy lips. He could see the sweet honey glistening there. He remembered the feel of that slippery pussy around his embedded finger, and he transferred the feeling mentally to his prick, and his cock shuddered and jerked wildly.
"Ohhhh, Aunt – Mom!" he gasped.
"That's it, honey. Reach for them. Feel my tits. Squeeze them and suck on them. Play with them all you want to. Make them feel good."
He reached up. He didn't have to urge her down much. She came willingly, easing him a step at a time toward the goal she was after – that of making him reach more aggressively.
Not like Gil. Not like a half-raping stallion. But somewhere in the middle, somewhere normal, between where he was and where Gil was.
Monica saw the plan clearly then. Thrills chased through her. There was gladness and relief and still some waves of shame, but she was happy.
She watched her son reach out timidly and then with growing boldness for her sister's tits. He squeezed the cones. He ran the tips of his fingers over them. He tested the rubbery substance of her nipples. He put his face to her tits and rubbed his cheek along the soft, firm, silky skin.
"Ohhhh, I love them, Aunt – Mom," he groaned. "They're beautiful tits!"
"Have you really peeked at my tits before, Bruce? Answer me, you naughty boy. Have you tried to look at your mother's tits?"
"Yes, Mom," he grinned into her flesh, shivering with excitement at the game they were playing.
"Did you want to feel them then? Did you want to suck them?"
"Yes!"
"Then suck them now!"
"Ohhh, M-Mom!" he stammered.
Vicky pushed her chest toward him. She smiled. She felt his lips and tongue suck around the end of her tit. She cupped the back of his head and held him to her tit as if she were nursing him.
She turned her head slowly and looked toward the crack in the bathroom door. She winked very slowly and broadly, knowing that Monica could see her, that she had witnessed all of it so far.
"Mmm, that's good, Bruce," Vicky moaned. "Suck Mom's tit. Oooo, don't bite so hard, honey. Don't cause pain. Mom doesn't like pain, and neither will Nancy when you suck her tits."
"Ahhh, God!" he groaned, beside himself with heat.
He sucked and sucked. The wet sounds were lewd. After quite some time of it, Vicky looked down at him.
"Is that all you're going to do, honey? Just suck Mom's tits?"
"I – no, Mom…" he gasped. "I want…"
"Yes? You want to do something else?" Vicky prompted. She shifted her torso slightly. She made her thighs part suggestively. She didn't put his hand on her cunt. He was going to have to do that all by himself.
"Can I… Mom, can I – touch it?"
"Touch what, darling?"
"Your cunt! Your shaved, bald cunt!"
"Just touch it, Brucie?"
"Finger it! Fuck my finger up it again! Feel all that hot, wet cunt flesh!"
"Just your finger?"
"No – my prick! Mom, my prick!" he cried.
He gasped and shuddered. He cupped his hand over the whole of her naked crotch. There was nothing hesitant about him this time. In fact, he was too aggressive.
"Bruce, take it easy!" Vicky commanded. "Not so hard! A girl doesn't like to be grabbed and raped, for God's sake!"
Bruce looked at her as if she'd whipped him. He whimpered and collapsed against her in confusion. Vicky sighed and stroked the back of his head.
"I'm sorry, honey," she said gently. "I didn't mean to snap at you that way, but there's a limit. Nancy wouldn't like having you grab at her cunt like that. And Mom doesn't like it either. Now let's start over, nice and easy."
She coaxed him. She urged him. She played with his stiff prick and kept him boiling hot. Then she lay back at his gentle insistence and let him part her thighs.
"Ohhh, God," Vicky moaned, suddenly catching fire. "That's it, darling, that's the way. Ohhhh, yes – like that!"
"Oh, Mom – I can't get enough of your sweet pussy!" he gasped, stroking her cuntlips over and over with gentle fingers. He slipped one up and down her gap, fondling the hairless twat, gazing into it as he opened her cuntlips wide and exposed the shimmering, slippery pinkness inside.
He put his face very near. Vicky moaned and bucked her hips up and couldn't resist cupping the back of his head and pulling his mouth against her steaming cunt.
"God, Bruce – lick my pussy! Eat it! Make me come, honey!"
"Oh-h-h," he groaned shudderingly.
He resisted. A cunt was a strange thing, wet and steamy and funny-smelling. But the pressure of her hand was strong, and he didn't want to screw up any more than he had already.
His mouth opened. His lips came against hers. He tasted the musky sweetness of her slippery juices flowing from inside her sweet hole, and he whimpered shudderingly.
"Ahhh, it's good!" he cried. "Mom – I'm going to eat your cunt!"
He plastered his mouth over her whole pussy and shook from head to toe. Vicky cried out with passion and arched up, her tits jiggling on her chest, her cunt flaps being sucked into the depths of his warm mouth.
"Yaaah!" she cried. "Eat my cunt! Suck it! Lick it! Fuck your tongue into it! Ahhhhgh! That's the way! Ohhh, what a cunt-licking lover!"
Monica watched. It was happening again. Just the same as with the delivery boy. Only this was her son. He was going absolutely wild over the shaved cunt.
She could see his lips flare out over her sister's juicy hole. She could see the way his tongue worked back and forth and fucked into the slippery meat of her cunt.
She shivered and raped her own drooling, spasming pussy with her fingers again and again, feeling the thrust of his tongue into her own cunt every time it shot into Vicky's.
She was hot. She was more than hot. She was ready to explode from the bathroom and fling herself onto the bed and join them. She should be getting all that loving from her son, not Vicky.
But she stayed where she was. She couldn't risk undoing all that Vicky had done so far. Bruce was a changed boy. Things would be different from now on.
"Ahhh, honey!" Vicky cried. "You're going to make Mom come! Ohhh, just like Daddy, Bruce! You're going to suck Mom into a big, wet orgasm!"
"Yes! Ohhh, yes!" he cried.
He shook all over. He thrust his head back into her steaming crotch. He fucked her with his tongue and his lips, and there was no hesitancy or fear about the way he did it at all.
Vicky heaved and tossed under him. She wasn't in control any more. Not right at that instant, anyway. Her cunt ran a stream, and his lapping tongue was there to lick it up and swallow down the new, exciting juice.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried, splitting her thighs open, wrapping them about his head. "I'm coming! Darling – you're making Mom come! Here… ohhhh, here it comes Bruce! Yahhhh!"
She gave a sharp twist. Her asscheeks bumped up and down on the bed. Her hand mashed against the back of his head and glued his mouth to her blasting cunt.
He stayed with her all the way, as if he were the most experienced cunt-sucker around. He lapped and lapped. He sucked the nub of her clit. He rimmed her cunt mouth and dipped into the brown pucker of her asshole and then shoved his tongue all the way up her sweltering, spasming pussy hole.
"Ahhh, that was wonderful, Bruce!" Vicky cried finally.
She lifted up slightly and clung to him and smiled warmly. She let her cunt stay hanging open, right under his face. It sucked and pulsed and dribbled with the last little shivers of orgasm.
"Did I do it right, Aunt Vicky?" he asked, smiling happily, knowing damn well he had.
"Not Aunt Vicky, darling," she said. "We're not finished yet. Are we?"
"I hope not, Mom," he ginned shakily. "Oh? Is there something else you want to do?"
"You know there is!"
"Now, I wonder what that would be," Vicky grinned, reaching forward, wrapping her fingers around his reaching, straining, pulsing, iron-hard cock.
"I want to fuck you," he said boldly. "Tell me more, darling."
"I want to slip my big hard prick into your hot cunt and slide it back and forth and fuck you until we both blast off!"
"Ohhh, that's sweet music to my ears!"
"Then get ready, Mom! I'm going to fuck you!" He covered her. She went down under him, flinging her legs wide, cupping his body with her steaming, jumping crotch.