Gloria was sitting and finishing off her breakfast when Larry came to the table. For a moment, she wondered what she was going to do. Panic struck her speechless and she came close to dropping her coffee cup. Nervously, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. A deep drag on the cigarette sent needed nicotine into her lungs to soothe her a little.
Larry seemed little better off than his aunt. They exchanged glances which could mean anything or nothing. All that was apparent was the electric tension in the air.
Denise Carlberg looked from her sister to her son and asked, "What's the matter with you two? You look as if someone's walking on your grave."
"Nothing, Mom. Just uptight over not finding work," lied Larry. "That's getting me down. But I have a couple appointments later this afternoon."
"Nothing during the morning?" Denise asked.
"No, why?"
"I was going downtown and thought I might be able to drop you off. But since your interviews are for later on, I guess I won't be able to give you a lift. In fact, I'd better run. Be gone all day so you two fend for yourselves for dinner. Bye." With that the woman was up from the table and through the door leading toward the garage.
Larry looked guiltily at Gloria and this increased the woman's paranoia. She was sure that her sister suspected nothing, and Frank had left for work an hour earlier. Rut what did Larry have going through his mind now? It was obviously something more than simple worry over an interview. If it wasn't, he wouldn't be looking at her the way he was.
"Is anything wrong, Larry?" she asked, trying to be cool and nonchalant. She wondered if she succeeded. To her ears, it hardly sounded as if she had.
"Nothing, Aunt Gloria. Really." He nervously sloshed coffee into a cup and gulped it down. He almost choked on the burning liquid.
"Something's bothering you. What is it?" She felt a little better now. As long as she could ask the questions, she didn't have to respond to his possible inquiries as to her behavior.
"It… it's last night, Aunt Gloria. I had this dream. It was sort of strange."
"Strange? You mean like a wet dream?"
He gulped down more of the coffee and bobbed his head.
"There's nothing wrong with that," she told him. She wondered if he'd really had the dream or if he'd awakened while she was sucking him off. Instinctively, she licked her lips. He saw her and the look on his face was an odd combination of sheer lust and total confusion.
"I know that. Usually, there's nothing wrong with it. But the one last night was kinky. I mean really kinky."
"So? Your mind doesn't necessarily have to do things when you're sleep that it might while you're awake. Sleep gives your brain a chance to act out all sorts of interesting – exciting things."
"This was about you," he said in a weak voice.
"Me? Really, Larry. I'm flattered. I never thought you noticed me as a woman." Never had she been under more sexual strain than at that moment. She wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek, caress his face and chest and grab hold of his long cock and stroke it until he blew his wad into her hand. She could even imagine the sweet, salty taste of his come against her lips. Without knowing it, she licked her lips again, seductively this time.
"Yeah, it was a wet dream about you. God, it's so embarrassing!" he blurted.
"Tell me about it. I'm flattered. Really, Larry."
He got a far-off dreamy look in his eyes as he said, "You were dancing naked, like a stripper. I watched as you… as you took off your blouse and stood in front of me. You smiled, at me and then came closer. I could feel your tits press into my bare skin. I don't remember how I got naked, but I was. And I had a monster ha…" He stopped suddenly and looked down at the table.
"Go on, Larry. You had a monster hard-on. Isn't that what you were going to say?"
"Yeah, a hard-on." He gulped twice and plowed ahead. "And then you went down on me and sucked my cock. And then I came!"
"So what's so bad about that? Don't you like me?"
"Like you, I've always had the…" Suddenly he shut up again, his face a mask of terror. "I can't say anything like that. You're my own aunt."
"You mean you can't admit you love me? That you love me in ways that a nephew shouldn't love an aunt?"
She smiled and placed her hand on his. The electric shock that passed between them shook both their senses. She looked into his eyes as she said, "Has it ever occurred to you that I might lust after your body, too? You're a handsome man now. And I… I'm lonely since Henry died."
"I never thought of that." He started to pull his hand away, then stopped.
"And you've got a lovely cock. It's at least seven inches long and it…" Now it was Gloria's turn to stop in mid-sentence. She hadn't wanted to admit seeing his boner. And the last thing in the world she wanted to do was tell him he hadn't been dreaming – at least not entirely. She licked her lips again and decided to go for broke. She couldn't foul things up worse than they were now.
"You weren't dreaming of me sucking you off last night, Larry. I was there. I did it."
"But how? I mean the dream. You were stripping and then I felt this wonderful, wet mouth all over my cock and balls. Then I was coming. Never got off that big before. Never! And you say it was real?"
"Yes. I was there. I didn't strip. That was part of your dream. But the rest is all due to a little blow job on my part."
"Why? Why, Aunt Gloria?"
"I think you're sexy. You needed some help with that hard-on you had. And it didn't seem likely that just shooting off into the sheets would be as much fun as actually sucking you off."
"It wasn't!" he blurted.
"Good. And I see no reason why we should keep things on such a clandestine basis. Why can't we be honest with each other?"
"Honest?" be said, not sure of what he should admit to at this point.
"Yes, honest. I lust after you, Larry. But there's more to it than that. There's love, too. I think you know that. But even if there wasn't, what's wrong with a little lust between a man and a woman?"
"But you're my aunt! That's incest!"
"Didn't you like it last night? How was that different from when any other woman's sucked you off?"
"It was better, but, incest! I couldn't!"
Gloria's pussy was beginning to drool obscenely now. She felt the way it leaked and made the bottom of her dress wet. It was even making the seat damp. She couldn't have that.
What she wanted was sitting across the table from her: Larry. She wanted her nephew sexually more than anything else in the world. Hearing him say he'd been dreaming of her before she'd entered the room made her feel good. She was still attractive to men. That bolstered her confidence. She needed assurance that the years of marriage hadn't caused her to lose her charm or beauty.
Having a young stud like Larry lust after her did great things to her ego. Now she wanted to see if she'd lost any of the fucking skills she had accumulated during her years of marriage. She was almost afraid she was too much out of practice, but with Larry, it wouldn't matter. Not like it was some strange man.
She was his aunt. She was older, but not that much. She was an authority figure similar to his mother. He would obey her if she had to get tough and tell him to. Somehow, she doubted if it would come to that. All she had to do was play her cards right. He'd already told her all she needed to know about successfully seducing him.
With a graceful movement, she rose and spun around the chair. She lifted one leg and carefully placed her ankle on the back of the chair. Twisting a little to the side, she allowed him a quick glimpse all the way up to her thigh. He might have even caught a pink flash from her panties. The way his eyes widened told her he had seen enough to keep him interested.
"A strip tease? You'd like that?" she said coyly. "I'll do it for my favorite nephew."
She took her foot off the chair and spun around. When she faced him again, she had her blouse unbuttoned all the way to the waist. She thrust her shoulders back and shoved her tits against the thin material of the blouse.
"Do you like what you see?" she taunted him. A little movement on her part caused one tit to spill out to gleam in the light of the kitchen. The nipple was hard and red and fully erect. The youth could see it throbbing as excited blood pounded into it. The entire cone of white tit-flesh was more alive than any he'd ever seen.
She came closer and abandoned the shirt tails of her blouse and let it flap freely. Glancing down at his crotch assured her he was responding to her. The large bulge couldn't be anything but an erection trying valiantly to break free.
Quick fingers began pulling the blouse from her shoulders. Just as it came down her body, she turned around. He got a full view of her naked back. "I don't wear a bra. And, that's for you, Larry. Do you like my boobs? Do you really like them?"
"Christ, Aunt Gloria, this isn't right!"
"Is this, then?"
She turned and shoved her tits into his face. He opened his mouth to say something and found the cherry-red nubbin of nipple shoved firmly between his lips. He gulped and then sucked for all he was worth. She sighed and pressed even closer so that he could move from one boob to the other. His mouth told her she was still a woman to be lusted after. She hadn't lost anything but a husband. All her sex appeal was still there to turn men on.
"Suck harder. My poor little titties need it so baaaadly!" she cried. The sensations of his tongue working roughly across the tips of her boobs sent tiny chills of lust throughout her body. Her cunt was gushing fiercely now. The heated fuck fluids demanded something be thrust into her. Nothing less than a real man's prick would do.
A prick just like her nephew sported.
Her fingers worked under the band of her skin and quickly undid the snaps to one side. She simply stepped from her skirt and kicked it aside. Clad only in her panties and the freely swinging blouse, she felt wicked, sensual, naughty and totally aroused.
"More," she begged, "give my tits all the mouth-loving you can! And then I want your prick in here!"
She pulled the panties dawn over the bulge of her ass and revealed her pussy mound. The woman knew instantly when her nephew saw her glistening bush. The way his breath was sucked in made her tits tremble with new lust. He couldn't possibly miss the fact that tiny dew-drops of cunt juice spotted her thick brown pussy hair.
"God, Aunt Gloria, I never dreamed it would be like this," he said. He looked up. Her face was framed by the twin mounds of her tits. His eyes glowed with an inner light that bordered on madness, but the woman knew it wasn't insanity that made him look so wild.
It was lust. Lust for her, his own aunt!
That incestuous thought made her cunt ache and drool obscenely. She thrust her hips forward and straddled the youth's waist. Her tits pressed firmly into his chest until she thought the hard points of her nipples might poke holes into him.
He didn't complain. If anything, the way his trapped cock was jerking and bouncing, he was more turned on by this scene than she was. The woman had to laugh at that thought. They were both fumbling and nervous yet they both knew they wanted each other desperately.
"Let's not talk about this, Larry," she said. "Let's just do it!"
"Let's!" he eagerly agreed. His hands worked to undo his zipper. Excitement kept him from finding his fly, though. It was his Aunt Gloria who managed to free his cock and let it snap lustfully to attention.
"Oh, it's gorgeous, Larry. I love the sight of your prick!" she cried. She lifted herself up a little bit and guided the pulsing, purple-tipped prick to a spot just under her cunt lips.
Pausing for a moment, she looked him square in the eye to make sure this was really what he wanted. She knew what her own body told her to do. She simply had to make certain that she wasn't taking advantage of the boy. The look in his eye was one she'd seen before lust.
Lowering her hips until the glans of his prick poked erotically into the scalloped pussy lips, she stopped for a second. A deep tremor raced through her body. The feel of that hot cock pressing into her cunt lips was more than she could take.
This was paradise.
Another inch. The thick rod of manmeat penetrated her cunt lips. It forced the blood engorged flaps apart and nestled snugly into her cunt hole. She shivered in reaction. She'd thought he had felt hot to her before. With his cock this near to total entry into her pussy, it had turned into a blazing poker that would light all the fires that had once burned eagerly inside her.
"Go on, Auntie, go on and fuck yourself! I can't hold on too much longer. Shit," he moaned, "I'm just like I was the first time I fucked a chick. I can't hardly hold my jizz back. Hurry and fuck yourself! God, you turn me on!"
She had to agree. The idea of actually fucking her own nephew had never quite seemed real to her. Now the reality of his prick was nudging hard against her cunt lips.
She relaxed a little and let another inch of his impossibly powerful prick slip into her seething manhole. The way his thickness spread her inner passage made her sob with joy. She'd thought she was too old ever to feel this way again. He was actually causing her pussy walls to stretch because of his huge girth.
Fires that had been banked in her since the death of her husband now came to life. They gnawed away at her control. She began to understand a bit of what the youth was feeling. She'd thought her nephew was inexperienced when he'd confessed to her he could hardly hold back the savage flood of his come.
Now she knew better.
The pulsing virility of the cock burying itself into her cunt took her back many years. She was a teenager again experiencing sex for the first time. She wasn't in the kitchen straddling her nephew's waist. She was in the back seat of a car straddling the waist of her very first lover. He had taken her cherry and fucked the living hell out of her. The girl had barely known what to expect.
She hadn't much liked the pain of having her cherry popped or the brutal fucking he had given her, yet there had been more to it than she cared to admit at the time. She hadn't gotten off then. Or the next few times she had fumblingly fucked the high school studs more interested in getting their own rocks off. Then she'd found a guy who was a real cocks man. He'd made her come like a machine gun thing.
That had been her real introduction to the mysterious wonders of fucking. And she'd never regretted losing her cherry since then. But now she was back to real life and she was fucking her nephew. The idea made her as thrilled as if he were the first one to give her an orgasm.
She shivered and twisted her hips a little to send the cock corkscrewing another couple inches into her hot cunt. She sobbed put loud now, the tears of joy running down her checks. He gently kissed them away and moved his mouth down her throat to her tits. While she was fucking herself on his fully erect cock, he was going to enjoy the taste of her boobs.
The woman found herself caught in a vise of sensation now. The hot stabs of his tongue sent delight rocketing into her chest. Each time his rough pink tongue dragged across one of the aroused nipples, she felt her entire tit quiver with anticipation of even more mouth love.
And her cunt!
It was a raging fire that threatened to consume her totally. Never could she remember feeling this turned on so soon after a cock had slipped into her well-greased twat. It was incest that did it. Her nephew. Her sister's boy. Incest. Fucking incest!
She simply relaxed and allowed gravity to do the rest. Her pussy mound convulsed once as the cock shot all the way up into her cunt. The squishy noise told how really excited she was. The thick pussy fluids dribbled around the thick plug of his cock and trickled down the insides of her thighs.
The woman wasn't able to separate all the wondrous sensations tearing at her mind. The tongue licking across her tits. The sucking on her nipples. The feel of his cock driving hard into her tender, yielding cunt.
She came.
It took her entirely by surprise and made her climax all the more potent. She rocked back and forth, the cock still stirring around inside her twat. She thrashed around, impaled by that hot spike of quivering cock. Then her hips exploded into a frenzy of fucking. She rose up enough to allow the prick to slip easily from her pussy, only the purple head remaining inside her. Dropping full speed, she speared herself dead center.
The thrust jarred her teeth together – and it also sent a hot flash crashing into her brain. Her entire body erupted in wild orgasm again. She could hardly believe it. Two simple thrusts and she was coming! She began fucking herself with slow, methodical strokes instead of the rapid ones she'd tried at first. The woman found that her nephew's prick was more than up to the task.
It was dancing around in the tight confines of her cunt, but it didn't slip out. It was generating enough friction between the walls of her pussy and his cockhead to make her groan and sob for more. She started to pick up the fucking tempo until her hips blurred from the speed.
"Can't hang on to it, Aunt Gloria," the youth sobbed out. "Gotta come! My balls are so damned tight!"
"Don't come, not yet! Lemme fuck myself some more. Gotta, gotta come together when we dooooo!"
She rocketed off into an orgasmic orbit once again. Her entire body was seized by the ice-and-iron grip that shook her senses and made her weep openly. It had been so long! She was having to feed her body for all the fucking she had missed out on for so long. Her pussy began to convulse and clamp down harder and harder on her nephew's well-buried prick.
"God damn," he muttered, "that feels like I got my cock in a vise. What are you doing to me? It… it's like a hand massaging my prick all up and down!"
She bounced up and down even faster now but added a new dimension to the fucking. She tried to hold that prick inside her every time she lifted her hips away from his crotch. The way her cunt tensed made her think she might be able to keep that lovely, hot prick lodged deep inside her for all time.
He groaned and began to slip down in the chair. This presented her with an even better target to fuck herself on. She raced up and down the cock until the boy was writhing in sheer pleasure. She was dazed by the immensity of sensation blasting through her body. Not quite a full orgasm, she was still getting more and more out of the fucking.
Her cunt tensed down like a hand in a velvet glove to try and hold him entirely within her pussy as she rose. For a brief moment, she thought she had succeeded. Then her own body betrayed her. The flood of fuck juices from her pussy allowed his prick to slip free.
"Damn," she muttered. He had long since given up on sucking her tits. She felt them flopping up and down as she worked harder on his prick. The friction of the fucking burned brightly in her loins.
Then she came again. She didn't remember what happened then. The woman remembered her hips moving like meaty pistons up and down on his thick cock. She took him balls deep with each thrust, then twisted left and right so the cock twitched around inside her tight cunt, then she rose again, hanging on with her well-trained cuntal muscles as long as she could.
The hot rush of his jism into her yearning cunt set her off again. The way her nephew whitewashed her pussy made her blaze with a new erotic light. She couldn't keep back the flood of sexual release any longer. The waves of total ecstasy pounded down on her, threatened to drown her in a sea of joy.
Once, she thought she bend him say, "Goddamn, fucking my own aunt. My own Goddamn aunt! Shiiit!" She wasn't really sure. She was concentrating on things other than his words. His cock filled her until she was bursting with joy. The friction of his cock along her cunt walls nude her scream in delight.
She rode him long and hard and they were both drenched with sweat by the time his prick began to melt inside her still grasping pussy. She threw her arms around Larry's neck and kissed him full on the lips. For a moment, he pulled back, then he responded fully. His tongue snaked out and darted into her mouth to tangle with her tongue in the most erotic way possible.
For a long time both of them sat like that, the naked woman straddling her nephew's waist, his limp prick off to one side, their mouths pressed tightly together. Then, reluctantly, they broke off. Neither said a word. Neither had to.
They'd both gotten what they'd wanted so much.