Carey stood up and proudly displayed his erection. It looked like a flagpole to the woman. She swallowed hard. It was long, lots longer than she'd believed possible. Seeing it in the dark, through a window, distorted things more than she'd have thought possible.
"I… I don't know about this Carey. I mean, you're my nephew and…"
"And nothing, Aunt Lynn. You wanted this. And by God, I'm going to give it to you!"
Thoughts of all the other girls he'd fucked flashed through her mind. She couldn't even remember how many there had been.
The times with Joanne were the most recent. The cute brunette cheerleader was a really foxy girl. It was obvious why Carey got off fucking her. Not only was she pretty, she seemed to be awfully experienced in bed. She could return his fucking, blow for blow, so to speak.
There were so many other things about Joanne that would appeal to Carey. Lynn knew them all. She'd watched, she'd listened. She knew. There was the tightness of her cunt. He'd remarked over and over how tight she was. And he hadn't been putting her on either, not for the sake of an easy lay.
He'd meant it. Her tight pussy was just part of a very attractive – no, seductive! – package.
And before her was Diane. Lynn still remembered the bantering on the telephone is he'd teased Joanne with the promise of inviting the sexy Diane. The way he'd approached her in bed was totally different, Lynn remembered.
But that hadn't stopped him when he'd fucked Sheryle, lovely blonde Sheryle. She'd been a virgin and he'd been gentle with her. Slowly leading her through the intricate ways of sex, he'd shown her what a thrill it was. And Lynn could see the results.
The girl had turned into a sex fiend. She couldn't get enough cock. It appeared that she balled every boy in the school, including the one with the nine-incher, until they all dropped. All except Carey. He was able to match her stroke for stroke. He was her instructor in a very real sense.
Arid before Sheryle? Lynn had problems remembering. There had been the one who insisted the teenager use a French tickler. The wiggly rubber contraption had looked so funny it was all she could do to keep from laughing. His cock was firm and erect and had all those little rubber prongs coming out of it.
The ecstasy they'd both gotten as they screwed was undeniable, however. There was something about having that tickler crammed up her quim that turned that girl on more than anything else.
And Carey had been willing.
In all her spying on her nephew, she'd never heard him turn down a chick. Some of the requests for sex had been bizarre, or seemed that way to her. She was only beginning to realize how little she actually knew of the many and varied ways of fucking.
Carey seemed to know them all. And he was only sixteen.
It didn't seem fair!
Lynn said, "You'll never know how much I've lusted after you. Really and truly lusted. I've been wa…" She bit off her sentence in time. It simply wouldn't do to let him know she'd been spying on him all this time. He might refused to give her his cock!
She'd die before she gave up that sexual treat!
The thought of having that dancing, gorgeous red prick withheld from her was a thought almost too brutal to bear. She realized then that she'd let her nephew do whatever he wanted to her. He was the expert. A sixteen-year-old and he was more knowledgeable than she was.
It hardly seemed light.
But Lynn could change all that. She could learn as much as she could from the youth. He didn't have any monopoly on things sexual. With all her vast experience watching, she was positive she could bring a few tricks to him that he'd never dreamed of.
She hoped.
"So my very own Aunt has been wanting my bod. That's really quite flattering, Aunt Lynn. Really it is. And you know something? You're not all that bad, yourself."
His eyes told her he wasn't lying. The way he looked at her made her certain she was the only woman in the world right for him. Just her and her nephew. They were a pair unique. The rest of the people were excluded from their small circle.
"So get it on, lover boy," said Joanne. "I want to watch? I think it'd be really fun."
Lynn shot a look at the brunette, but the girl didn't seem to be sarcastic. She meant what she said. She wasn't implying that she knew of Lynn's own voyeuristic expeditions.
Lynn took a deep breath, her tits bouncing when she did.
"Watch that," Carey said. "If you keep those boobs bouncing around like that, I won't be able to control myself."
"There didn't seem to be any trouble earlier," she taunted.
"I wasn't thinking about balling my own aunt. The fact you are my aunt and that you look so damn much like Mother really gets me hot. My cock is actually hurting, just thinking about it."
Lynn blinked twice. It hadn't occurred to her that the appeal she held for the boy would be that she looked like his mother. But it was true. When she didn't dress older than she was, the woman did resemble her older sister a great deal.
But what the hell? What difference was it whether her nephew wanted to fuck her for herself or because she looked like his mother? As long as he screwed her!
"Is that all you do, just sit and talk? Or can you perform as well?"
"I perform very well. Or so I'm told."
"Show me."
"Glad to, dear aunt. In fact, it'll be my… our… pleasure!"
He reached out and she slipped down into the circle of his arms. They felt so strong around her she could barely believe it. This couldn't be happening to her. Not to her, the spinster, the professional virgin and man-hater. It just couldn't.
And certainly not with her very own flesh and blood. This was her nephew!
But it was happening.
She knew it the instant his ups touched hers. An incredible sexual charge seemed to flow into her body. His very kiss was like a drink from the Fountain of Youth. He brought her everything she'd been missing for so many yean.
The way his arms pulled her down onto his body crushed her jugs flat. She tried to resist and found his arms too strong. There was no escaping epen if she wanted to now.
Her nipples hardened with lust as the kiss deepened. She felt her tits become like overinflated balloons. Blood pounded heavily into those mounds of titflesh. She was more excited than she could remember being in years.
And all because of her nephew.
Damn, but that kid could kiss!
It wasn't just a simple kiss. She thought she knew alt about kissing. It looked so simple. Mouth pressed to mouth and that was it. The woman found she was wrong, very wrong.
Parting her lips slightly allowed the boy's tongue to come racing into her mouth. There, it frolicked and cavorted around like a frisky puppy. It touched and stroked and stimulated hers. She tried to press down hard on the teenager's swirling tongue and found herself engaged in an erotic hide-and-seek.
No matter how hard she tried to pin him down, he managed to slither away. She found it sexually exciting trying to capture his tongue with hers. And when she was lured into pursuit, the kiss took on brand new dimensions she could never have guessed just from window peeping.
His lips pursed around her tongue and he began to suck. She was startled for a moment and then decided to let him do what he would. He was, the expert. Maybe sexpert was the proper word. However it was, her nephew was the one who could teach her.
She'd led too sheltered a life. She'd missed out on too much of the finest that life had to offer. Time was ripe for fucking a little enjoyment and savoring it.
Her tongue was completely trapped in the boy's mouth. His lips held her in a firm grip and the suction he exerted was pulling blood into her tongue. It began to tingle with renewed life. When he started gently gnawing on her tongue, she thought she'd lose her mind.
The sensations were so intense, it was almost orgasmic.
"Hey, why don't you try out her ears? Bet they're really sensitive, too, lover boy," called out the watching girl.
Lynn was momentarily confused. It was she who should be watching, not participating. Everything was turned around on her. Then her nephew abandoned her tongue and started licking along the line of her jaw.
Before she could complain about the lack of attention to her mouth, he discovered her ear. That made up for the loss to her mouth. The way his tongue gently pressed into her flesh was nice but it was his hot breath that really sensitized her earlobe.
When he began nibbling gently, she felt tremors all through her that couldn't be denied. Just by licking and gnawing a little at her ear, he was able to reduce her to a quaking puddle of desire.
That kid was a real expert at sex!
"Like this, Aunt Lynn?" he whispered. "This is what I've always wanted to do. You're the sexiest woman I ever saw. I mean it. All the others an just kids. Not you. A mature body, mature needs. You can show me so much I want to know!"
He said it softly, so quietly only she could hear. And she believed every word of it. There was a sincerity in his voice that convinced her he wasn't lying. He couldn't be. Wasn't he making love to her, an old woman?
"Your body excites me," he continued. His tongue looped around the edge of her ear. When he drove his tongue, cock-hard, into her ear, she arched her back and moaned aloud. It felt so damned good!
"Your body excites me more than I can tell you. I must show you. There's no way I can do anything else. You're turning me on too much."
His mouths slipped down the hollow under her ear and be licked his way to the hollow of her throat. All the way she felt his wet tongue softly comforting her, letting her know he meant every word of what he said.
From the throat, he kissed his way down to the base of one of her tits. His hot breath gusted out like a blast furnace door opening. She felt him panting as he worked into the deep canyon between her tit. His mouth tried to find something to hang on to and failed. She was still firm of breast; there wasn't much sag.
She wasn't that old a woman!
His tongue did yeoman's work then. He completely circled the base of her left boob and began spiraling upwards. His tongue hit every single spot on its erotic, way to the tip. At the crest of that sexy mound of titflesh, he pounded on the now-erect nipple.
The red finger was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He didn't hesitate taking it into his mouth and sucking hard on it. A shock raced into her chest as she felt his tongue spinning like a berserk tornado around that nubbin of flesh.
The tiny marble of erectile tissue was ultra sensitive. And he was giving it a lesson in arousal. Everything he did was designed to provoke her greatest response. His tongue dragged back and forth over the nipple. His mouth sucked hard. His teeth gently nipped.
He reduced her to a pile of sexual desire and nothing more.
She moaned out, her voice quaking, "Fuck me, oh sweet God, I need your hard cock in me. Do it now, now damnit!"
A wet plop signaled the momentary departure of his mouth from the mushroom-capped boob as he said, "Anything you say, dearest aunt, of mine. This is what I've wanted for longer than you could believe!"
And she understood this, too, was the truth. Everything he was telling her was the absolute truth. He wanted her sexually. Driving his prick up her snatch was all he wanted out of life. His goal was fucking her.
She believe with the faith of a convert.
His body pressed heavily against hers. His arms curled under her armpits and gripped firmly at the tops of her shoulders. Without being told, her legs wantonly opened for him.
Her snatch was burning. It was a forest fire raging out of control. She had to have the sweet jism of his cock to put out that blaze.
"Fuck me, ummm, yes, yes!"
The tip of his prick brushed lightly against her sex lips. A convulsive shudder rippled through her. This was the most incredible experience she could ever remember. It was nothing like the other times she'd made love with a man had a man make love to her.
The teenager actually cared. He respected her. He wanted her to get off on the fucking as much as he did. She knew it. When the tip of his prick parted her labia and plunged deeper up her cunt, she shivered as if with a chill.
It went deep, all the way up her cunt then. His cock had hesitated for only a moment as if testing the temperature of the pool. Her fuck fluids were lubricating her snatch so there was no friction on his drive into her. But she could feel him inside her twat.
Oh, how she could feel him!
He had used, the leverage provided by the grip on her shoulders to pull himself fully into her cunt. The power of that first stroke took him to the limits of his length. His balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass.
And she loved it!
It was incredible. Never before had the feel of a man's cock in her quint made her so thrilled, so delighted, left her wanting more! It was a wondrous new experience for her.
He began retreating from his position. For a moment, fear surged in her. Did he find her unattractive? Was this why he refused to stay inside her twat?
Then his quiet, reassuring words whispered hotly in her ear, "I can't control myself, dear aunt. I had… to fuck you now. I just can't hold back any more!"
And he slammed hard into her again. Their crotches wetly ground together and then he was sliding out of her cunt again. She tried to hold him in. Her muscles contracted and her pussy walls gripped with velvet strength.
In the end, it was her own inner oil that betrayed her. She couldn't hold him in against the powerful fucking action of his hips. He was too slippery; he could slide right out of her.
But that was all right as long as he came back. And he did again and again. Each time he fucked her with more power, more speed. Soon, his hips were flying back and forth.
The friction burned wildly out of control all along the soft folds of her pussy. Never bad she felt like this. Masturbating got her off. It was a powerful feeling. But nothing as potent as this.
She was only dimly aware that she was experiencing sex at its best. Her nephew was giving it to her all in one big lesson. He was going to set off her orgasm with his huge cock.
When the powerful grip convulsed her muscles and arched her back off the floor, she was last in a wonderland. Everything seemed brighter, better, more potent. She explored the wonderful feelings rampaging throughout her body. This was climax, this was the mysterious big "O" everyone whispered about.
She came.
As she drifted down from her fist real orgasm, she felt the steely length of prick still corkscrewing into her cunt. He had changed his angle of entry into her juicy twat. Twisting around, he was able to enter her from a totally different direction.
This set her off again.
Her ass left the floor and she began humping up to meet his every inward thrust. She wanted to take as much of him into her body as possible. Getting greedy, she wished for nothing more than a lifetime of this rigid prick slamming hard up her cunt. It was so good she didn't understand why she hadn't gone out looking for this earlier. The wasted years of her life were to be regretted, nothing more.
She had the rest of her life to look forward to. And it would be great as long as it contained plenty of cock like her nephew's!
He panted, "Out of it! Gotta cum, just gotta! Got to!"
He arched his back, pulled hard on her shoulders and jammed his prick an extra inch into her yielding body. She felt her pussy lips split wide by the titanic thrust. His cock roared up her cunt like a rocket blasting from earth.
Most of all she felt the fiery tide of his cum as it poured into her tiny cavity.
She was suddenly hot all over, then cold. It was something she hadn't expected. The rapid change produced a long, exquisitely drawn-out climax that seemed to last forever. The cum pouring into her was hot. Her body shivered with cold thrill. The cock in her cunt was hot. The floor under her soft ass was cold. The body pressing down so thinly against her tits was hot. The perspiration drying on her forehead was cool.
The hot-and-cold combination kept up on her sexual high long after Carey's cock deflated and fell from her twat.
When she realized there were people around her, Carey was already sitting up, Joanne's terms around him. Guiltily, she looked at his cock. It was a limp worm dangling between his legs.
It reminded her so much not the penis of the drunken teenager sleeping off the blowjob she'd given him, she had to laugh.
"Corey?" she said, tears running down her face. "I just don't know why everything seems so silly!"
"Reaction," assured Joanne. "I do it all the time. This stud can make a girl really cry when he's finished."
"Crying for more, I hope," the youth said.
Joanne made an elaborate production of reaching over and picking up the limp dong. She wiggled it back and forth, sending a drop or two of cum sailing across the room.
"I could cry for a long time and not get any more from this!"
"How much you want to bet?" he asked.
"What you thinking of?"
"A three-way, you, me and Aunt Lynn. Wouldn't that be a real groove?"
The woman was momentarily taken aback. What was Carey suggesting? That all three of them get it on at the same time? It was a shock to her that she could do half the thing she'd done that evening.
Watching as Sheryle got it up the ass was a thrill, but a thrill like she was used to. Sucking off that dude in the back yard was something different, something she didn't normally do. It'd gotten her hotter than she'd have thought possible.
But it was coming in and watching her nephew fucking Joanne that had really lighted her fire. She found herself wanting him so badly she would have done anything to get his cock.
No matter that it was incest, that he was her own flesh and blood. All she cared about was the fact that she needed his cock. The trigger for her long-suppressed desires had been found and it was her nephew who was able to bring those lusts out into the open.