When Ben came home and saw the red sports car in front of the house, he felt excitement growing within him – and he didn't even know if the owner of the car was visiting his house. He certainly couldn't have known that it belonged to his sexy Aunt Joan, or what she had been doing with his mother. Maybe it was ESP – but in any case, by the time Ben walked through the back door, his prick was stiff.
When he saw Joan sitting in the living room he was hit by another jolt of excitement. He barely recognized his aunt. It wasn't that she had changed – he had. The last time Ben saw her he wasn't old enough to want to fuck her. Now, though as soon as he laid eyes on her he knew he would gladly die if only he could fuck her.
"Hello, Ben," Joan said as she got up from her chair. "Gee, I haven't seen you in years."
Ben was struck dumb as he watched his aunt come toward him. Her full tits were held tightly in a blouse that was opened almost below them. Part of the tanned globes were overflowing the blouse.
"Hi," Ben croaked.
Then Joan was hugging him. He could feel her tits pressing on his chest. Her belly pressed against the lump in his pants, and Ben couldn't help wondering if Joan could feel the throbbing cock in his pants. He wanted to wrap his arms around Joan, but he was afraid that if he did he might not be able to let go.
"Let me look at you," Joan said as she stepped back.
Holding the boy by the shoulders at arm's length, she looked up and down his tall body. Ben felt himself leaning forward in a futile effort to hide his stiff prick. He felt a wave of passion rush through his as his aunt's eyes passed over his crotch.
"Well, you're all grown up," Joan said.
Ben felt like an idiot. He couldn't think of a thing to say to this woman who was driving him into a fit of horny passion. He was still stunned by the feelings of her gorgeous tits on his chest. He finally recovered enough to ask his aunt how she was and what she was doing in town. They had a nice conversation, even though Ben kept tripping over his words as his eyes sank to Joan's tits.
"Well, I see you two are getting reacquainted," Peg said as she came into the room.
Ben was surprised to see his mother looking so sexy. She was wearing a blouse he'd seen often enough, but now, rather than having buttoned the blouse, Peg had its sides tied together just below her tits. That way, the blouse held her huge jugs like hammocks. And the tops of her tits showed amazingly.
Ben wondered why his mother was dressed so sexily now. Maybe it had something to do with Joan's being there, he thought. But in any case, having these two older and sexy women around was going to keep Ben's prick hard. He didn't mind. The show was worth putting up with a little extra horniness. Besides, he could at least dream that he had a chance of fucking his aunt.
The three of them went out to dinner. And although both chicks dressed up, they still looked outrageously sexy. Ben was proud to be seen with them.
Then they went home, where they sat around talking all evening.
Ben loved hearing the stories he heard from these sisters. They laughed as they told funny stories about the rest of the family. Ben learned things he never would have guessed, like how the sisters had found out that their father had had a young mistress, and how they used to peek at them fucking.
By bedtime, Ben was ready to jerk off. In fact, he knew that if he didn't jerk off after an evening of watching his mother and aunt, shaking their tits and asses in their sexy outfits, he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He lay in bed listening to the women passing back and forth in front of his bedroom door. He brought back to his mind the way they had looked that evening, and he imagined what Joan would look like naked. Of course, since he peeked at his mother he knew what she looked like naked. That memory helped bring him to the peak of excitement.
Ben was moving the loose skin of his prick up and down, getting close to an orgasm, when he heard a knock on his door.
He froze, his prick was throbbing in his fist and someone wanted something from him. He couldn't imagine what. But there was nothing to do but tell them to come in.
The door opened and Ben saw Joan slip into the room.
"Hi," she whispered.
Ben pressed his jerking cock down on his stomach so it wouldn't look like a tent-pole, holding up his sheet. Joan was walking right over to him.
She sat on the side of his bed. Ben couldn't dare hope that she had come to fuck him or anything of that sort. He was cursing himself for beginning to jerk off before he was sure that nothing was going to happen.
"I haven't seen you in so long that I just couldn't resist coming in and talking for a minute or two before going to bed," Joan said.
Ben was still holding his cock down, but he'd been so close to coming and Joan's fragrant presence was so exciting, he thought he might come at any second.
"I just wanted to tell you how nice it is to see my own nephew grown into a good-looking guy," Joan said.
As she spoke, she put a hand on Ben's thigh.
Ben thought for a moment of trying to kiss his aunt. But he knew he could never get up the nerve. There was just enough light in the room for him to see that her robe was opened, but not enough light for him to see inside it. The thought that her tits could be seen except for a lack of light drove Ben crazy.
Then he got an inspiration. Maybe he couldn't bring himself to kiss her, but there was nothing to stop him from switching on the light.
He still hadn't said a word. He reached over and turned on the lamp next to his bed.
"Oh," Joan said. She held her hand in front of her eyes as a stark light flooded the room.
Although the light was blinding Ben kept his eyes opened, and stared into the opened robe his aunt wore. One of her tits was completely exposed. The other about half visible. Ben's eyes seemed glued to the visible tit. He saw how the brown nipple was hard and puckered.
"The light blinded…" Joan stopped speaking for a second. Then she completed the sentence, "…me for a second."
Ben knew that Joan had stopped talking when she realized that he was looking at her tits. But he left his gaze resting on the exposed jugs. For one thing, he was powerless to remove his gaze from the beauty of her tits. For another, he wanted his aunt to know that he was turned on by her.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Joan asked without trying to hide her tits.
"Yes, oh, yes," Ben said as if he were hypnotized – and in fact he was.
"It's quite a compliment coming from a young man like you," Joan said.
"I think you're the most, beautiful woman I've ever seen," Ben said as he finally lifted his eyes from Joan's tits. "And the most sexy."
"You're sweet," Joan said, giving Ben's thigh a squeeze. "And I think you're very sexy too. If I thought I wasn't too old, I'd crawl right under that sheet with you."
"I don't think you're too old," Ben blurted.
Ben began to blush, but Joan stood and dropped her robe from her shoulders. Suddenly, she was standing before the boy completely naked. Ben had never seen such a fabulous sight.
Joan slipped into his bed, pulling the sheet over her.
Ben let go of his prick and grabbed his aunt. He pulled her to him, feeling her firm tits bouncing over his body. Their legs intertwined.
Ben remembered the whore, Bessy, whom he fucked. But this was nothing like that experience. Joan felt nothing at all like Bessy. Joan was slim, firm, and lively. And her tits, when they pressed against Ben, were soft yet firm.
Joan's cunt pressed on Ben's thigh, wetting him with her hot juice. Ben pushed his thigh between her legs.
"Ohhhhh," Joan gasped as Ben's leg rubbed against her clit.
This is what Ben had been waiting for. As he filled his hands with his aunt's tits and ass, he knew this was going to be a memorable experience. He actually wished he had never fucked Bessy. Joan should be his first fuck.
"Oh, Ben," Joan whispered. "You have a big, wonderful cock."
She grabbed his rod and moved her fingers over the swollen head. But since Ben had been jerking off when Joan knocked on the door, he was afraid of coming before he could get it into her.
As it turned out, his fears were justified.
Joan had taken his shaft in a tight grip. Then she gently pulled his loose skin up over the head of his prick. That did it.
Ben felt his gism about to burst. Although he hated to waste an orgasm, he couldn't keep from coming.
"Ohhhhhhh," he gasped as he felt the premature ecstasy explode.
He turned his body so he could rub his cock-head on his aunt's body as he came. Joan kept her hand on his prick, pumping steadily now that she realized what was happening.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll make sure you come again."
"I was just jerking off when you knocked," Ben said.
Ben hated to admit to Joan that he had been jerking off, but he wanted to explain his coming so quickly.
"Oh, I see," Joan said understandingly.
"Watching you and my mom all evening made me so hot I couldn't help it," he said.
"I'm flattered," Joan said.
Then she threw the sheet off them. She raised her gism-soaked hand to her mouth and licked up Ben's juice. The boy watched with his mouth hanging open in amazement.
Joan pushed Ben onto his back and kissed him. Her hand went to his balls. Lifting them gently, she made the boy's prick harden again. Soon his cock was twitching with all the energy it had.
Ben realized that he had never been kissed as his aunt was kissing him now. The way she moved her tongue around in his mouth was obviously the result of years of practice. And as she kissed him, Joan moved her tits over his chest.
Ben didn't lose any time in reaching for his aunt's cunt. He gripped her mound tightly. Then he curled a finger into her wet and slippery crack.
Joan moaned lasciviously into Ben's mouth when she felt his strong finger sliding up her flowing cuntal tube.
Before long Ben realized that his aunt was slipping out of his arms. At first he didn't know what she was doing. Then he thought he understood, but he couldn't believe it. But when she was drilling her tongue into his belly button, Ben knew he was going to get a blowjob.
Joan dragged her tits down the boy's thigh as she brought her mouth to his jerking cock. Ben saw her lick his prick, washing the gism from it. Her tongue moved around his prick, sending shivers of joy through him. While she licked, she held his balls in one hand while her other hand slipped beneath his ass. Ben had never felt sensations like he was getting from his aunt's tongue.
"That feels soooo good, Aunt Joan," he said.
Joan looked up at him with a smile in her eyes.
When his prick cleaned of every trace of his last orgasm, Joan opened her mouth wide and took his twitching tool into it.
"Ahhhhhh!" Ben gasped as he felt the heat of his aunt's mouth surrounding his cock. Wonderful things started happening. Ben felt her tongue winding around his fat cock-head. Her head began bobbing, sliding his prick to the back of her throat. Ben never dreamed anything could feel as good.
He began writhing, but Joan held on to his prick and kept sucking. She gripped his balls more firmly, keeping him in one place. Slurping sounds escaped from her mouth as she used on her nephew her best sucking technique. The sounds made the blowjob even more exciting for Ben. He knew that he was going to have no trouble coming all night long as long as this fantastic woman was in his bed.
When Ben got to a certain point of passion, Joan lifted her head. His wet prick wagged in the air.
"Well, I think you're ready," she said.
Ben was too excited to speak. But there was nothing to say anyhow. He merely lay there watching his aunt.
She moved beside his hips, then threw a leg over him. Ben watched as she brought her cunt over his cock. She was going to ride him like a horse, Ben thought.
He watched Joan take his prick into her hand again. Then she guided his fat prick-knob to her cunt. Ben couldn't help letting out a squeal as he felt Joan's tender cunt-lips meet his cock. Then he saw his prick disappear as Joan lowered her hips.
Fucking Bessy hadn't prepared Ben for the thrill of filling his aunt's cunt. He felt her pussy move over his prick like a custom-made sock soaked with precious oils. Ben knew there could be no substitute for this experience. Looking up at his aunt seated on top of him Ben reached for her tits and let his head fall back in ecstasy.
For a while, Joan remained still letting Ben enjoy the thrill of lounging in the grip of her fuck-tunnel. Then she began rocking.
"I can feel your prick twitching inside me," Joan said breathlessly.
Ben began to wonder if he were dreaming. If so, he never wanted to wake up. He saw his aunt becoming increasingly lustful as she rocked. He lifted his head and looked at where theft crotches were stacked up. Through the hair of both their crotches, Ben could see his aunt's cunt. Then he understood why she was getting so wild. Her rocking was causing his cock's base to press against her love-bud.
He kept his hand on her tits, squeezing and kneading them.
"Oh, Ben," Joan sighed. "Your cock is reaching to the end of my cunt tunnel. It feels absolutely great!"
She leaned back, reaching behind her to support herself by putting her hands on Ben's thighs. He couldn't reach her tits any longer, but just watching her approaching an orgasm was thrilling enough. Joan's eyes were dosed and her mouth hung open.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she cried.
The motion of Joan's cunt on his prick kept Ben suspended in intense passion. He knew he could come when his prick began sliding in and out of the cunt he was filling. Meanwhile, he could, lie there forever, enjoying Joan's rocking and moaning.
Suddenly, Joan leaned forward. Her tits swung, and she put her hands on his chest. Ben grabbed her tits again while Joan kept rocking.
"I'mmmmmmm commmmmming!" Ben loved the way her face looked in her ecstasy. And the thought that it was doing the job made him very proud.
"Eeeaaaagggg!" Joan screamed.
Then she stopped rocking. She took a few deep breaths and tossed her head so her hair flew behind her.
"I haven't come like that in years," she whispered hoarsely.
She began lifting and dropping her hips. For the first time Ben felt his prick being stroked and tugged by her cunt. His eyes opened wide with surprise at the pleasure he felt.
As he began twisting and squirming with ecstasy, Ben saw that his aunt was watching him carefully. He found that it added greatly to his pleasure to know Joan was seeing his every grimace and movement.
Since he had conic only a few minutes before, Ben was able to enjoy the cunt-sleeve sliding over his cock for quite a while. Joan's rising and failing cunt brought him slowly but steadily to the height of ecstasy. The taut akin of his prick-knob tingled as Joan's cunt treated it to a loving fuck. By looking at where their pubic hair mingled. Ben could see his shaft appearing and disappearing. And he noticed how it shined with Joan's lubricating juice.
"Ohhhhhh, Ben," Joan sighed. "Ummmmmm. It feels sooo good!"
"Yeah, I never felt anything like it!" Ben said.
He was holding his aunt's tits again. And he began thrusting his hips below his aunt's pumping hips. He wanted to make his prick slide faster and harder.
"Uhhhhh," Ben grunted as he felt his second orgasm about to happen. He felt his face wrinkle up in a grimace now, and he was pleased that Joan was watching. He looked up at her. She was wearing an expression of lust, too.
"I think I can come again too," Joan whispered. "Ohhhhhh."
Ben squeezed her tits harder as he felt his gism rushing through his prick. His body began jerking uncontrollably. This orgasm was better than the first, much better.
By this time, Joan was hopping up and down with all her energy. Ben was pumping furiously.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeahhhhh!" Joan moaned.
Hitting the peak of his pleasure, Ben held his hips still, letting Joan do all the work. And she was doing it with all the strength she had.
"Uh, uhh, uhhhh!" Ben groaned.
When his cream stopped flowing he found that his aunt was still sliding her cunt over his prick. He could see that she was trying for a second orgasm.
He hoped she would reach it soon. If she didn't, the tingling in Ben's spent prick would drive him crazy.
Joan grabbed one of Ben's hands and brought it to her crotch. Puffing his thumb on her clit, she showed him what she needed. Ben was glad to help.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb while the woman continued sliding his prick in and out.
"That's it!" she cried. "Eeeeeehhhhhh!"
Then Joan stopped and slumped down on Ben's chest. Her tits landed with a slap.
"Oh, Ben," she whispered. "Oh, that was spectacular! You're a wonderful fucker."
Ben was swelling with pride. The pleasure he'd felt made him so happy he could have jumped up and danced! But with Joan lying on top of him, and his prick still lying in her cunt, he chose to remain where he was and enjoy it.
Then Ben realized that with all the noise they had made, his mother surely must have known what was going on. He didn't care. Nothing mattered now but the thrill he'd finally discovered.
"I'd better get back to my own room," Joan said as she slid off the boy.
Ben's prick slipped from her cunt. Joan put on her robe, and then she was gone. Ben lay still, thinking about the incredible bliss she had given him. But then he was distracted by the low sound of voices. Someone was talking quietly but excitedly. There were giggles, too.
Ben couldn't imagine what was going on, but he had to find out. Slipping out of bed as quietly as he could, he went to his door and listened.
The voices were clearer now. It sounded like his mother and aunt.
"…a real stud…" he heard one of them say. "A huge cock… came twice."
Ben felt his face go white as he realized that Joan was telling his mother everything that had happened. It was almost too incredible to believe!
The voices finally died away. Ben was buzzing with excitement. Had his mother known what Joan was going to do? Maybe she even asked Joan to fuck him, he thought. Was his mother worried about his horniness?
It wasn't until the sun was rising that Ben was able to fall asleep. Something strange was going on. But as long as he was getting fucked, he hoped it kept going on for a long time.