Gloria pulled her nightie closer to her body an silently drifted away from the bedroom window. She felt dirty for having spied on her sister like this. Their fucking should have been private and no one should watch a thing like that.
Then Gloria got mad. It wasn't her fault they left the window open like that. They could have pulled the drapes tighter together and robbed her of a view. They were lucky it had been a relative and not some sicko out for a cheap thrill.
"That's right," she said out loud. "They should be happy it was me and not some Peeping Tom who gets his kicks out of that and nothing else. They aren't X-rated movie stars to be put on display." She smiled to herself and silently added, "But they could be. Damn, but those two are real fuckers."
She walked around the back yard a bit more, the damp grass making her feet feel as if they were frozen. In spite of the light breeze, she felt warm inside. And she knew exactly where that heat came from. It was her cunt begging for some long, hard, virile male cock to be shoved into it.
It had been a while and she couldn't deny her body much longer. Henry's death had really shocked her. Why, she hadn't even been to one of her Tuesday night "bridge" games with Tom and Jennifer. With Henry gone, it hadn't seemed proper somehow. She would have to consider going, now that some sexual longing was returning to her.
Some longing? She laughed harshly as she leaned against the low fence and watched the passing cars. It wasn't some. It was a lot and it was eating her up inside.
She hadn't realized how few people she really knew until her husband was dead and planted in the ground. They had done everything together. They had been a team, depending upon each other, going places and doing things, but always together. Outside of Tom and Jennifer, they hadn't really had any friends – and those two were very special. If she wanted to get laid, who could she go to?
Hardly Frank. He and Denise were so straight it was almost painful. If she openly propositioned him, he might not be able to get another hard-on for a month. Somehow, the idea of going out and picking some guy up in a bar didn't appeal to her, either.
She was out of touch with the way things were done. And it seemed sordid to her, taking drinks and stringing a guy along all because they were both horny and wanted to fuck. Better to simply walk up to a likely looking guy and flat out say, "Hey, I like your looks. Let's fuck."
And Gloria knew she would never be able to do that. She would chicken out and botch everything and make a complete fool out of herself.
She hated herself for feeling the way she did and she hated hersef even more for lacking thecourage to do anything about it. She would definitely have to go and sev Tom and Jennifer, even thought it would bring back the painful memories of the times they and she and Henry had spent together. In all fairness, that was the reason she had been avoiding them since thefuneral. She didn't want to be reminded of the pleasant times when Henry had been alive.
Reluctantly, she turned and went into the house. Its going to be a long night, even longer now that the carnal fires that had once burned brightly in her guts had been rekindled. She moved her hand over her gash and felt the juices stirring, leaking, oozing from her snatch. Her passions were poorly hidden. What she needed was cock and lots of it.
As she passed her nephew's room, something stopped her and made her look inside. She glanced in and saw him sprawled across the bed, the sheets barely covering his naked body.
Gloria didn't remember what happened next. She had to have slipped into Larry's room and closed the door lightly behind her. The woman guessed she stood and simply watched her sleeping nephew for long minutes, maybe as long as a half-hour.
The thoughts running through her mind were terrible ones. Dirty. Filthy. Incestuous.
Larry was the image of his father and recently graduated from high school. Jobs were hard to find, especially for those with just high school diplomas, and he was trying the best he could to find something, get a job and money and move out. Until then, his parents said he could stay on. Gloria hadn't really approved of that, she thought a young man should get out and into the world and enjoy himself as much as possible.
That had been before the reawakening of her own lust. Now she heartily approved of Larry's staying around. She walked closer to his sleeping form like she was stepping on eggs. Each time her dainty foot went down, she was sure it would awaken the youth. He slept on soundly, however.
She reached out and was surprised to find her hand shaking uncontrollably as she pulled the sheet off his naked body. She almost came when she saw his prick. It was half erect and jerking lightly. Gloria wondered what dreams were going through his mind.
Studying his youthful, muscular body increased the older woman's desires to the breaking point. Never before had she looked at her nephew as she was looking at him now. He'd been her flesh and blood, kin, not to be touched. After seeing his father in full action earlier, she wondered if his son might not have the same fucking equipment.
He obviously did.
She licked her lips as she watched his cock bounce and dance around. He moaned softly once and mumbled something which the woman couldn't understand. Whatever it was he was dreaming about, it was erotic as hell. She could tell by the cock's motion up and down.
How she wanted to have that cock firm and erect and fucking her! She would do anything for that. He might not be his father in performance, but the woman couldn't doubt that the size of his prick would be a real pussy-pleasing treat.
Yet, this was her nephew. She couldn't just come right out and ask him if he wanted to fuck his aunt. Sure, she wasn't that much older than he was. She wasn't even twice as old, but, she remembered the way teenagers thought about anyone over twenty-one.
She couldn't possibly want him sexually, either. He was her nephew. She had responsibilities toward him and they didn't include his sexual pleasure.
The woman found herself at a loss to explain why she dropped to her knees and reached out to lightly stroke his prick. This was exactly opposite from everything she had been telling herself. Perhaps it was a case of her body knowing its needs more than her mind. She didn't stop to think about it. The feel of his meaty fuck stick in her hand was too warm, too pleasant, for her to stop now.
It might have been wrong, but it felt right to her. And that spurred her on. She began stroking up and down the half erect pillar of cock flesh until she could feel the warmth from the friction seeping into her hand. The way the cock responded was reassuring, too. He didn't wake up but his prick stiffened into a hard, round fucking tool that would have given any woman intense pleasure and complete satisfaction sexually.
She watched the tip of his cock turn an ugly purple. She had never seen a lovelier sight in her life. She wished she had the nerve to straddle his waist, spread her legs wantonly wide, let that cock slip into her cunt and then fuck the living hell out of herself.
She didn't.
She hesitated at the thought of actually taking that cock into her cunt. This was her nephew. Aunts didn't fuck their own teenaged nephews. That was wrong, completely, absolutely evil. She couldn't explain why, but the more she fondled his pecker, the more she wanted it.
Her mouth began to water at the thought of taking his cock into her mouth and tonguing it. She could suck on the very tip and give him all the pleasure her husband had received from her in years past. She was good at giving head. Enjoying it made her both willing and expert. The only thing she loved more than giving a man a blow job was taking that same prick all the way up into her cunt while it fucked her.
"No," she sobbed, "I can't do it." For a ghastly moment, she thought she had awakened the youth. He only stirred and turned slightly so that his prick was shoved more powerfully into her grip. His hits began a slow fucking motion as if he wanted more from her hand than she was willing to give him.
The smile dancing at the corners of his lips convinced her that she wasn't doing anything the youth wouldn't approve of. He was enjoying his dream and this may have been part of it. She couldn't deny him that dream and its delights!
Her hand closed more firmly around his throbbing staff of cock. She stroked up and down with more vigor until the flesh flowing under her fingers was hot to the touch.
She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to taste this prick, to find out of it was as delicious as it looked. Bending forward, she tossed her thick mane of brown hair back over her shoulder and applied her ruby lips to the tip of her nephew's prick.
The woman was sure this would wake him up. It surprised the hell out of her when it didn't. He muttered something like, "Go on. Do it," and then smiled more broadly, but the woman was certain he wasn't really awake. He probably thought this was just an overly vivid dream.
She sucked. She used every wile she had to make sure that this would be the best blow job the youth had ever received. Gloria's mouth closed to form a perfect seal around the thickness of her nephew's prick. She used her tongue to run lightly around the rim of his glans, then work more vigorously down the sides of the shaft. When she had loved all she could reach of the portion in her mouth, she toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling under the head of the cock.
She knew this was the most sensitive portion of a man's cock and she gave it special attention. Her rough, pink tongue stroked back and forth over this area until the teenager was writhing around on the bed. She hesitated, sure he would wake up now.
He didn't.
And she went back to sucking hard on his prick.
She changed her tactics a little. She pushed his cock from her mouth using her tongue. When only the very tip of his cock rested against her soft lips, she tried to shove her tongue down his piss-slit. It wasn't possible and she knew it, but trying was so much fun!
He groaned loudly and turned over fully onto his back. She had to climb onto the bed to follow his action. There wasn't enough money in the world to make her give up on sucking his cock now. She had tasted it and the male musk aroused her more fully than had the sight of Frank and Denise fucking their brains out.
She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come that beaded at the end of his fuck stick and knew it wouldn't be long before he got his rocks off. She reached down and cupped the balls in one hand. She squeezed lightly and began to knead and massage his nuts. He groaned even louder and his prick snapped and jerked around like a tall pole in a high wind.
Sucking harder on his cock, she lowered her head and took a full inch of cock into her mouth. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of his prick. She didn't hurt him. The teeth only brought the blood rushing hotly to the surface. Her tongue lashed out to soothe and caress the injured flesh and increase his arousal – and hers!
"Ummm, come on!" he cried out. "Go all the way. Don't stop now. You know you wanna do it."
She didn't know who he was talking about – dreaming about – but she wasn't about to speak and possibly awaken him. This was too much fun! His cock was so thick it strained her lips to the breaking point. She loved eating cock and this was the best she'd had in more months than she cared to remember. And it was her very own nephew!
That incestuous thought thrilled her more than it should have. The woman knew she should have been repulsed by the idea of incest. It was a sin, even a crime.
Then why was she enjoying it so much? That question was shoved to the back of her mind while she continued to give her nephew the kind of blow job men dream of and seldom get.
She sucked harder and another inch of cock entered her mouth. She cradled it with her tongue and felt his cock pulse and twitch with life. Knowing that the more blood she could get into his prick, the more he would enjoy it, she began lightly gnawing on his cock. It wouldn't hurt but it would stimulate him to the point where he couldn't hold back his fiery flood of jizz much longer.
The woman felt the cock begin to dance and buck hard in her mouth. For a brief moment, she wondered if she was really doing the right thing. Shouldn't she at least give her nephew the chance to back out of the incestuous act? He was something like a captive audience. He thought he was having a nice, erotic wet dream and she was coming into it to give a reality that should have been lacking.
The moment she stopped sucking, however, she heard his sleep-cloaked voice say, "Damn it, now that you're started, don't stop. What are you, a cock-teaser?"
He then laughed and rolled to one side. She knew he was still asleep and dreaming about someone, possibly his girlfriend. Gloria had heard Larry talk about her at times. The woman didn't know but she thought the girl refused to put out for him and this was bugging him. It would certainly explain the things he was dreaming about and the words he muttered.
"No," she whispered hotly, her nostrils sending out a gust of breath that stirred through the tangled forest of his bush, "I'm not a prick-teaser. I deliver."
And she tried. She sucked harder on his cock and pulled it inch by slow inch into the dank cavity of her mouth. When her nose nuzzled into the youth's pubic hair, she almost sneezed. Still, she couldn't complain. She hadn't had this much prick shoved into her mouth in months and months.
When the rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the top of her mouth, she swallowed. His prick rushed past her tonsils and down into her throat. While she was no Linda Lovelace, she knew how to take a man's prick all the way down her throat without gagging. She allowed his turgid prick to rest there for a moment, then she swallowed.
The action of her throat muscles on the most sensitive portion of his prick made the youth moan loudly. She then had to back away and get the cock freed from her throat. In that position, it blocked off all her air.
Gasping for breath, she continued to suck and lick all over the teenager's cock. Her nephew was writhing on the bed now, his eyelids fluttering and his hips shoving more and more toward her mouth. She allowed him to raggedly face fuck her a few times before collapsing back to the bed and muttering, "Gimme all of it. Gimme all you got, babe!"
She had no idea what he really wanted. She could tell, though, from the way his cock was pulsing with added force, that his come wasn't far off. Licking the underside of his prick with her rough, seeking tongue did the trick. She felt the telltale spasm, then managed to get her mouth over the end of his cock before the first gooey bullet of hot jism leaped out of his cannon.
Smearing the thick jizz all over her tongue allowed her to get the full taste treat. She loved the taste of come, unlike some women. She couldn't get enough of it. Sucking harder, she pulled the last drop of his come from his balls.
After the last of the succulent jism had been drained from his body, his hips kept levering up and falling down. She kept sucking until the cock began to grow limp. By the time his hips stopped moving, his cock was entirely dead.
She looked down at the sleeping teenager and smiled. A tiny river of come leaked from between her lips but a quick flash of her pink tongue snared it before it could go down her chin. Lovingly, she covered his sleeping prick with the sheet.
Standing, she went to leave when she heard him mutter, "Greatest fuck I ever had. Lemme rest. Lemme… do it again. Soon, let's do it…"
And his voice trailed off.
Gloria left her nephew's room, feeling more content than she had in months – and hornier than before. The nearness of that fine prick had made her cunt begin to wish it had received the long, hard shaft instead of her mouth. And she was coming to agree with her hollow, aching little pussy.