She could feel his eyes on her body.
It was past midnight, and Gloria Burnham knew that once again her nephew was standing out on the veranda sneaking a look at her while she undressed.
She was a guest in her brother's house, and it really wasn't fair. It Walter Burnham knew what his teenaged son was up to, he'd have a fit. Gloria was certain it was young Andy out there. This was the second night in a row she'd heard noises coming from the veranda, and that morning when her eyes had met Andy's, she realized it was him.
She also realized the whole scene was turning her on.
Gloria was thirty-five years old, two years past her divorce, and horny as hell. Having her body ogled by a teenager was certainly not the dullest thing in the world.
She wondered how experienced he was. Were there any teenaged virgins these days? Maybe it was the lure of the older woman. His mother was only thirty-six and a knockout. Maybe she reminded him of his mother.
Whatever it was, her pussy was quivering, and she had to decide what to do about it.
The evening before, she hadn't let him see anything. She'd been more annoyed than intrigued. But tonight was different. She decided she would find out what he had in mind.
And if he had nothing in mind she might very well have a suggestion or two!
Standing before the full-length mirror, she removed her blouse. Every man she'd known had been delighted by her tits. Even covered as they were now by her bra, their beauty was evident. They weren't huge, but they were ripe and heavy and pear-shaped. Her ex-husband had always insisted they made his mouth water. She pulled back her shoulders and turned her body at an angle so that if Andy was looking, which she knew he certainly was, he would get the full effect.
A woman has to know how to turn a man on, she thought. Thank God her body was still something to look at.
She teased him by doing nothing for a full minute. Then she suddenly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off. Her tits appeared, full and free and startlingly white. They were firm, pointed high and slightly to the sides. The reddish-brown nipples were long and hard and excited. When she cupped her hands under her tits and raised them, she heard a definite gasp coming from the open window.
It was then she realized her play-acting was sheer torture for both of them.
"Okay, Andy," she called out. "Climb in through the window, but be quick about it."
There was a long moment of silence. Then the window was pulled up a few inches more, and young Andy Burnham climbed into the room.
Gloria faced him with a wry smile on her face. He was wearing no more than a pair of white jockey shorts, tented in front by an obvious erection.
"You've been spying on me," she said.
He blushed. His eyes fixed on her swaying tits, he spoke in a trembling voice.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Gloria. I couldn't help it."
"It's nasty to spy on people," she said. "I would think a boy your age would be experienced enough not to go crazy over the sight of a woman's body. Haven't you ever seen a woman before? Don't tell me you're a virgin, because if you do, I won't believe it."
He was a cute kid. He had sandy hair falling over his eyes, and a full set of freckles. His arms and chest were nicely muscled, and the equipment hidden by his jockey shorts certainly seemed complete.
"Well?" she said.
"Well what?"
"Are you a virgin?"
A flush came to his cheeks, and he nodded.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she said. "And you've got the hots for your one and only aunt, haven't you? I haven't seen you in five years. You can't tell me you've been lying awake five years dreaming about me. The last time I saw you, you had nothing like that hiding in your pants."
She looked meaningfully at his crotch.
His eyes were still on her tits. He looked almost hypnotized, and a wave of tenderness came over her.
"Now that you're here, what would you like to do?" she asked him. "Or maybe you just want to look."
He hesitated.
He had fair skin, and each time he blushed his face turned cherry-red.
"Can I touch you?"
She walked behind him and pulled down the window shade. Then she faced him, glanced once again at the bulge at his crotch, and waited.
"Go ahead," she said. "But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll put poison in your corn flakes."
He extended a hand. The first touch of his fingers on the slope of her right breast forced her to close her eyes.
A long time had passed since man or boy had fondled her tits. Juice came oozing out of her cunt to drench the crotch of her panties.
Virgin or not a virgin, he had a marvelous touch. He ran his fingertips over the heaving globe of her tit, and then zeroed in on the swollen nipple to pull it and gently scratch the tip. Then he opened his hand, turned it, dug his fingers under her tit and raised it.
The weight of her breasts lifted from underneath always drove her wild.
"Suck it!" she gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"
When he hesitated, she took hold of his ear and pulled his face forward until his mouth covered the long nipple. As soon as she felt he had a hold on her, she released his ear and used the same hand to lift her tit and push her flesh into his mouth.
She kept her eyes moving from the mouth working on her tit to the hard cock clearly outlined by the thin cotton of his briefs.
She thought about his potency. Back in her home town she'd once had a brief affair with a boy his age – a neighbor's son – and as far as the fucking was concerned, she'd never been more satisfied in her life. That boy had been able to go on for hours and hours without losing his hard-on. She remembered the fresh taste of his cock and the firmness of his balls. She wondered if Andy was like that. She was itchy to get a hand on him.
Don't rush it, she thought, take it easy.
Some clever girl had taught him how to suck a tit. He knew how to use his tongue, how to roll the nipple between his tongue and teeth. He showed no signs of tiring. His hungry mouth devoured her tit.
Her breasts had always been sensitive, and now her nipple was tingling and almost to the point of being irritated. She finally pushed his head away and stepped back.
"Do you like my tits?"
"They're something!" he said. "I think about them a lot."
"And then what happens?" she asked him. "Do you jerk off?"
He blushed. "Sometimes."
Gloria smiled. "Don't be bashful about it. Everyone does it. It's the ones who don't who aren't normal. I do it, too."
She sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned him so that he was standing between her knees. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his jockey shorts, she pulled them down to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and almost hit her face. She stared at it a long time, and then she smiled up at him.
"Well, you're a man," she said. "You've certainly grown since the last time I saw you!"
Holding the base of his cock with her left hand, she used the fingers of her right hand to peel back the foreskin until his purplish cockhead was completely uncovered. It was unmistakably a young cock, the skin fresh and tight and without wrinkles. She cupped his balls, jiggling them and weighing them on her palm. A lovely drop of clear fluid seeped from the slit to dribble over the fat cockhead.
Squeezing her hand, she thrilled at the hardness of his cock, at the soft silky feeling of the outer skin covering the rigid pole. When she pulled her hand back up to the cockhead, another drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She stroked him slowly, watching the pre-cum dribbling out of the pouting slit.
She loved the warm hard feel of a cock throbbing in her hand.
To come or not to come, she thought with amusement, that is the question.
She kept her eyes glued to the pulsating cockhead and the gleaming fluid that was now smeared on the engorged knob. The smell of his hard prick was exquisite. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the head, thrilling to the satin-like texture and the incredible smoothness and warmth of the swollen pulsating bulb. His cockhead surged to an even greater fullness as her lips touched it.
She slipped her tongue over his cock-knob, gently licking until he groaned with pleasure.
The fluid seeping from the slit was slick to the touch. She licked it away, cleaning and polishing the head until it gleamed wet with her saliva.
She had always loved the smooth spongy feel of a cockhead on her tongue. She lapped it thoroughly.
Suddenly she could wait no longer. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked in the entire cockhead.
His thighs trembled.
She closed her lips around the ridge behind his cockhead and stiffened her mouth and tongue. When the head throbbed, swelling to a delicious fullness, she could feel her pussy contract and quiver in response. With an inward sigh, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him, moving the ring of her lips down until his cockhead was pressed to the back of her throat. She rolled her tongue under the shaft, her lips stretched wide. The warm fleshy feel of his cockmeat in her mouth was marvelous.
Her mouth flooded with saliva, and whenever she swallowed, she had the full delicious taste of it.
Soon she was slurping up and down the entire length of his cock, taking it into her throat as far as possible, thrilling to the feel of his hard prick sliding in and out of her curled, clinging lips. Her tongue swirled and stroked. At intervals she held just the head in her mouth and sucked at it, before swooping down to once again take in his entire shaft.
Over and over again she bobbed her head up and down. His hips lurched and his thighs trembled with pleasure. She knew he couldn't last long.
His hands were tangled in her hair, then moved around to her face to caress her eyes and cheeks and finally her lips, his fingertips moving over the stretched ring to feel the hard bar of his cock gliding in and out of her sucking mouth.
He was moaning now, his body shaking as he began to lose control. She plunged down on his cock with her fingers pressing at the base of the shaft and a hand clutching one of the cheeks of his ass.
Suddenly, his prickhead expanded in her mouth, and she felt the first squirt of jism splattering on her palate. As it washed across her tongue, warm and slippery, another gush of cream erupted from his cockhead, and in a moment her mouth was full of his foaming white juice.
She held him until the end, savoring each trembling spurt, sucking his prick vigorously yet tenderly.
When she finally pulled away, cleaning him off thoroughly with her lips, she had the metallic taste of his cum on her tongue.
I'm a glutton, she thought.
She loved to milk a cock dry with her mouth.
Andy moaned. "I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it."
She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course you couldn't. But it's better this way, darling. You heeded to let go."
"You don't mind… I mean… when I come in your mouth like that?"
She smiled again and fondled his balls. "Of course not. It's exciting to swallow your cum. It's part of you, and that makes it delicious."
Standing up, she slipped off the rest of her clothes. When she faced him again, she saw him staring at her crotch. Moving a hand down, she rubbed her cuntmound and slipped a finger between her cuntlips to massage her clit.
She was amused at the wonder in his eyes. He'd probably never looked at a fully developed woman before.
Taking his arm, she pulled him down beside her on the bed. She was fascinated by his youthful body. He was awkward and gangling and full of stamina.
His cock was hard again.
She held the long shaft in her hand and caressed it with a gentle massage. Finally, she stretched him out on is back and positioned herself on her knees between his legs.
She wanted his sweet young cock in her mouth again, and she decided there was no reason to be coy.
Cupping his tight pink balls in one hand, she grasped his cock in the other and began to slowly masturbate him.
"Jesus!" he said. "I can't take that! You'll make me come!"
"Relax," Gloria said, laughing. "Just relax." Dipping her head down, she began lapping his cock and balls with the flat of her tongue. The fresh odor of his prick, sweet and sharp, wafted into her nostrils and caused her to shiver. She pulled back his tender foreskin so that the swollen head of his cock popped out to aim at the ceiling. Pursing her lips, she sucked the ripe plum into her warm mouth.
If Andy was surprised at her sucking him again, the pleasure of it was obviously something he welcomed.
Gloria wondered how many girls had actually done it to him. After a few moments, she lifted her head free of his cock and pumped it with her fingers.
"Do you like this?" she asked.
"You know I do!" he gasped.
She nuzzled the cockhead, planting a series of kisses on the tip, and continued milking it.
"Have any of your girlfriends ever done this to you?"
"Jesus, no!"
"Sooner or later they will. In the meantime I have you all to myself, don't I?" Then she added.
"But it's getting late. You'll have to go back to your own room soon. Do you want me to suck you off again? You're nice and hard now, and we can't leave you like this, can we? You can come in my mouth again, if you want to."
"I still feel embarrassed about doing something like that," he said. "I guess I'm just not used to the idea."
She continued stroking him. She kept the rhythm slow enough to hold him simmering but prevent his climax.
"You're a precious boy," she said. "Really, honey, there's nothing wrong with it. But I'll just play with you like this for a while, if that's what you want. I know you'd like to do other things, but I'd rather wait until some other time. You don't mind, do you?"
Gloria was more than a little amazed at her own audacity. But she was thirty-five years old, and the pleasure of handling a handsome teenager's cock was too great of a resist. She knew the first time he fucked her it would be nothing special – nothing except a quick pumping climax for him and probably not even that for her. Playing with his randy cock was at least an interesting diversion.
"How often do you masturbate?" she asked.
He blushed furiously. "Oh, God, Aunt Gloria! Do we have to talk about that?"
She laughed. "Don't be silly! How often?"
"Just about every day."
"You see? It doesn't hurt to talk about it, does it? Everyone knows that boys your age have sex on their minds. These lovely balls keep filling up, and they need to be emptied. There's no reason to be ashamed of it." She tickled his balls with a probing finger. "Your balls are big," she said. "I love a man with big balls."
She swooped down on him. Holding his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, she began kissing the tip, tonguing from the slit the seeping fluid.
She took in his cockhead, and then, slowly, more and more of the shaft, until her nose was pressed to his pubic hair, his cock down her throat to the hilt.
She was proud of the fact she could take him all the way. She knew most women were not able to swallow a cock down to the root.
Andy began to slowly raise and lower his ass, bucking his hips, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. The pleasure of feeling her throat-muscles expanding and contracting around his cockhead were soon too much for him. With a deep groan, he let go with salvo after salvo of squirting cum.
Gloria quickly moved a hand to her cunt, and she fingered herself to an orgasm as she drained the last drops of jism from his cock.
Finally, she licked the cum off his softening cockhead, searching out each drop to make sure it wasn't wasted. With a soft moan, she rolled over onto her back. Her hand was pressed to her cunt, and three fingers were plunged into her cunthole.