Susan and Pat spent the rest of the day shopping for antiques. Later they went out to dinner with Ben and Clark. Then they all went to a movie.
Clark asked Susan to come home with him, but she wouldn't. Clark, she knew, was getting horny. He hadn't fucked her in a few days. She wanted to fuck him that night, but she couldn't leave Pat alone with Ben.
Susan didn't understand why she didn't want her sister and son to fuck again. She told herself it was her motherly instinct to protect the boy. But if she had questioned her motives more closely, she would have had to admit she was jealous.
After being introduced to incestuous lesbianism by Pat that morning, she was anxious to try incest with Ben.
They said good-bye to a disappointed Clark in the cab as they got out in front of their building. In the elevator, Ben, Pat and Susan were looking at each other with questioning eyes. They each wondered what might happen next.
Susan knew that Ben would like to get into bed with Pat again, and she wondered if he would feel the same way about her. After all, he had been peeking at her through that crack in his closet.
When they got into the apartment, they all sat down in the living room. Susan asked if anyone would like coffee. But when Pat said she would, Susan sent Ben into the kitchen to make it.
"Why didn't you go home with Clark?" Pat asked. "Protecting Ben from the evil aunt?"
"Don't be silly," Susan said. "I just felt like coming home, that's all."
"I would have gone home with him if he asked me," Pat said. "But I'm happy to be here with you and Ben."
Susan could see that Pat was eager to get into either Ben's or her bed. Never had Susan had so many possibilities for sex. But her focus was on Ben.
They watched television for a while. It was getting late, but Susan showed no signs of going to bed and leaving Ben and Pat alone. Finally Pat said she was going to bed. She said good night to her sister and her nephew, giving each of them a sly smile.
Since Ben was sleeping on the couch, Susan had to ask him if he was tired. He said he was. Susan had to leave the living room to him although she knew that would give the boy a chance to slip into his own bed with Pat.
Susan went into her room, but she left the door open. That way she could see Ben if he tried to go to Pat. If she couldn't seduce her son that night, and it looked like she couldn't, she would have liked to go to Pat herself for more cunt lapping. But she couldn't take a chance of having Ben catch her doing that.
Susan heard Pat and Ben getting ready for bed. They each went into the bathroom in turn, then lights began going out. Although it was soon dark and quiet in the apartment, Susan knew there would soon be some sneaking around.
She didn't have to wait long before her prediction came true. Pat crept out of her room and went into the living room. Susan thought Pat could have waited a while. But she gave her credit for being so bold. If Susan were as bold, she would have fucked that way long ago.
Just as the night before, muffled voices were heard in the dark. But to her surprise, Susan saw a light go on. Did Pat need to see the boy in order to fuck him, she wondered? Or was she luring Susan into peeking?
In any case, Susan had no choice but to slip out of bed and creep to her door. She could look down the hallway to the living room, but she couldn't see the couch. But she could hear better now.
"No, she can't see us," Pat was saying. "Besides, she's asleep. I heard her snoring when I went past her room. I like fucking with the lights on."
Snoring indeed, Susan said to herself. But that proved that Pat wanted her to peek. Susan realized that if she sneaked down the hallway, she could hide behind the room-divider that held her potted plants. From there she would have a clear view of all the action.
She put on her robe and slipped down the hallway. Just as she'd thought, she could watch from behind the room-divider, the ferns hiding her. Pat had turned on the small lamp on the desk so there wasn't too much light – just enough to enable Susan to watch the fun.
Ben was lying on the couch covered with a light blanket. Pat was sitting on the edge of the couch, naked, leaning over him. They were kissing. Ben was thrilled to get another chance to fuck his aunt. His prick lifted the blanket like a tent.
Pat moved back and began pulling the blanket slowly off him. When his prick poked out, they both giggled. Pat looked down at the twitching monster. Ben was proud of his huge cock, and it was fun showing it off to his sexy aunt.
Pat put her hands on the boy's hips, then slowly brought them together, surrounding that towering prick with gripping finger. Holding the shaft with one hand, she moved the fingers of her other hand over the bloated head. His cock jerked in response.
Pat lifted his balls, slipping her fingertips beneath them and tickled him near the asshole. When Ben saw her licking her lips, he began to hope for the ultimate – a blow job.
"Such a nice, big prick," Pat said softly. "So beautiful."
She bent down over the swollen thing. Ben could hardly contain his excitement as her face neared his cock. Whew he felt her lips place a kiss right on the tip, he let out a little yelp of pleasure. Pat let go of the prick with her hands, letting it slap against her ups as it throbbed.
She opened her mouth, letting the prick-knob tap against her slightly protruding tongue. Gradually, she opened her mouth wider and took the cock into it.
The sight of Pat's pretty face with his prick stuck into it was almost as thrilling to the boy as the feeling of her hot mouth on it. Pat closed her lips around the prick-tip as her mouth began to fill with saliva.
"Uh-h-h, Aunt Pat. Oh that feels so good," Ben whispered.
She began moving her tongue around the mouthful of cock. Ben shivered as he felt the incomparable sensation of a skilled mouth wrapped around his prick. Her tongue moved with such lively wiggles, and her mouth was so hot he knew there couldn't be anything like this treat.
As she held the prick in her mouth, Pat continued using her hands on the rest of his body. She pumped his loose cock-skin gently and kept his balls in the palm of her hand. It was obvious that she liked sucking and playing with his prick and balls.
When Ben saw Pat take her mouth from his prick and felt the cool air on the wet cockhead, he felt a pang of disappointment. But that feeling was relieved when Pat kissed her way down his shaft and took his balls into her mouth. She held them carefully as though they were delicate china.
Ben was amazed to hear his aunt humming suddenly. But when he felt the vibrations of her voice in his balls, he understood. His balls tinged as though an electric current were passing through them.
While Pat hummed on his balls, she held his prick with both hands like a baseball bat. Ben realized that she knew how to give him the most pleasure every second.
"I never felt anything like this," Ben whispered. "It's fantastic."
After humming for a while, Pat took the cock into her mouth again. But now rather than merely bathe it in saliva and wiggle her tongue over the tip, she moved her head up and down. When Ben felt his prick fucking her mouth, sliding over her tongue and through her lips, he began pumping his hips slightly in an involuntary motion.
Just as he thought nothing could be better than the treatment he was getting, he felt Pat slip a hand under his balls to his ass. His asscheeks tensed at her sexy touch. But when her fingers pried between the cheeks, Ben gasped loudly.
With her other hand, Pat spread his thighs, which spread his cheeks enough to get her finger to the puckered entrance to his asshole. She wiggled her finger tip over that hole.
Ben had stuck his finger up his own ass occasionally when he jerked oft but the thought of his aunt doing it to him was incredible. He tried to relax his sphincter so she could penetrate the tight hole, but in his condition of arousal it wasn't easy.
Pat pulled her hand out from under his ass and lifted her head from his cock. But after drooling some saliva on her middle finger, she took up her old position. Her mouth surrounded the prick again, and her wet finger pressed against his asshole.
It was amazing what a little spit could do, Ben thought as he felt her finger pierce his rectum. His asshole stretched over the finger as it invaded him.
With her finger wiggling up his ass, the blow-job was more fantastic than ever. Ben held his aunt's head as it moved up and down over his crotch. As her head descended, his cock slid over her tongue to the back of her throat. As she lifted her head, she dragged the loose skin up slightly and tugged at the fat head.
"Oh, shit," Ben gasped. "Uh-h-h, I never felt anything So… so… Uh-h-h-h."
Pat could tell by the way his asshole was chomping down on her finger that he was going to come soon. Her head was moving with a steady rising and falling motion. Her finger was massaging the lining of his asshole.
Ben was in ecstasy. His orgasm was charging up from the depths of his body. He held a hand over his mouth to keep from grunting loudly enough to wake his mother.
Meanwhile, his mother was watching the whole scene. Behind the ferns, Susan was reaching up her pussy with a stirring finger. Her other hand was shoved up her ass in imitation of Pat's technique on her son.
When Ben came, Susan could tell by the sounds of his muffled moans that his ecstasy was intense. She had never seen a man's body whiplash like his did.
He finally came to a halt and lay limply, breathing hard. Pat lifted her face, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood.
When Susan saw Pat coming her way she shrank back into the darkness. But there was no way she could hide. Pat looked at her, but kept walking. Susan tiptoed back to her room, timing her footsteps with Pat's so Ben wouldn't hear her.
When she got into bed, she was shivering. A few days before she had been a typical widowed mother. Now she was in the middle of a sexual storm. It was exciting, but she wondered where it would lead.