Patricia Fox looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Gloriously naked, she studied her body with a critical eye. By anyone's standards, she had the mast extraordinary body any woman could hope for. And though all of her body was beautiful, her tits were the main attraction. They drew the most attention. The twin mounds of succulent, silky, perfect shaped feminine flesh were positively huge. They billowed out from her chest, two round globes of tit-flesh guaranteed to give any man a raging hard-on.
Bringing her hands slowly up her sides, Patti cupped her tits, pinching the nipples lightly between her thumbs and forefingers. Light, tingling sensations seeped through her veins. She released her nipples, silently cursing herself. This wasn't the time to get herself all hot and bothered. Not when she was alone in her house, preparing for a night of sleep in her bed – alone.
Her tits were giant-sized, but they did not droop like some women's tits. They puffed out from her rib cage, slightly parted, two individual entities so wide and round that they were almost as broad as her shoulders.
Touching her hips, Patti cursed slightly. Three pounds. Maybe four, she thought. That's how many pounds she would like to lose. Of course, nobody else thought she needed to lose any weight, but the ultra-critical Patti did. All her life she had had to watch her weight carefully.
"Not a bad package," Patti mumbled under her breath.
She stepped into a pair of bikini panties that hugged her succulent ass like a second skin. After that she pulled a navel-length nightie over her head. Though the nightie was peach color with white lace along the straps of the seams, it was see-through. The large areolas showed through the sheer material faintly, with the nipples making large bumps. Patti was just about to slip into bed when she heard the doorbell ring. Instead of grabbing a robe to hide her near nakedness, she stepped into high-heeled slippers. Standing only five-foot-three, Patti had always been self-conscious of her diminutive stature. Being short and having monumental tits gave her an incongruously curvaceous figure while having petite facial features and small hands and feet.
Patti was almost to the door when the bell rang again. She checked the clock. It wasn't quite 10 P.M. – early for her to go to bed alone. She'd been in bed many times at that early hour of the evening, but very seldom did she go to bed alone at that time.
Opening the door wide, Patti was surprised to see her three nephews standing there, each holding a suitcase in his hand.
"Boys, what are you doing here?" Patti asked excitedly, stepping aside to give them enough room to slip past her.
The three boys, triplets from Patti's oldest sister, couldn't move. Patti was twenty-one, only a couple years older than they were, and they'd never seen anything quite so sexy as their aunt. Her blue-green eyes were dancing with excitement and her tits were jiggling beneath the nightie. And yet, despite the fancy apparel she seemed totally oblivious that or the lusty stares.
"Well come on in and tell me why you're here!" Patti urged.
Abel, Bruce and Carl walked past Patti slowly. None of them could say a word. When Carl stepped by Patti, she started closing the door and accidentally brushed her left tit against his biceps. The contact of titty flesh to his arm made Carl's skin burn. Even through her nightie he could feel the warmth and firmness of her voluminous tit.
"Sit down in the living room," Patti instructed, taking the three suitcases and stacking them neatly side-by-side near the door. She felt so comfortable being naked with anyone that she didn't even think about putting something less revealing on. "Would you boys like anything to drink?"
"Nothing for me, thank you," Abel said. He cleared his throat and worked his tongue around his lips. His mouth had gone suddenly dry when he gazed at his aunt's tits through the gossamer-thin nightie.
Patti sat on the floor with her legs crossed beneath her as she listened to Abel tell the story. Patti's sister, the boy's mother, had gone on vacation and they were to stay with her for two weeks. Patti had been written and told all this at least a week earlier, Abel said.
"Oh, I'm not very good at keeping up on my mail," Patti said, rising off the floor. She thumbed through a stack of unopened letters and found the one from her oldest sister. Opening it, she read the brief note that explained everything. "Is it there?" Abel asked, feeling uncomfortable as he gazed hungrily at his aunt's profile. Though her hips and thighs were a fraction more fleshy than they needed to be, Abel couldn't help but think that his aunt was the most beautiful, sexy, erotic woman he had ever seen in his life – with or without clothes.
Patti went back to the boys, her tits jouncing with each step, and sat Indian fashion on the floor facing them once again. A few curly strands of hair had strayed but of her skimpy black lace panties, but Patti didn't notice this. She did, however notice Carl staring at her pussy. She folded her hands in her lap, partially hiding her cunt, but did nothing more to discourage the boy's interest.
"So you'll be with your ol' aunt for a couple weeks," Patti said, nodding her head slowly. "There's nothing wrong with that, but there's really not much room." She touched her chin with her thumb and forefinger, thinking about where the boys could bed down. "If you don't mind sleeping together, you can all stay in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch. I'm sure you'll find there's enough room for everybody."
Patti showed the boys her bedroom and proved that she hadn't been lying. The bed had been specially made and was larger than any conventional bed on the market. It was square, measuring ten feet by ten feet. Patti smiled as she remembered how she had gotten the bed.
Three years earlier Patti had been sipping wine in a hotel bar. She had met a distinguished-looking gentleman. When he asked her up to his room, she complied without hesitation. In the elevator headed for the man's room, several other wealthy businessmen got on. Then, between floors, the elevator broke down and Patti found herself trapped with four handsome, wealthy, horny businessmen.
Since the first man she had met had already gotten her pussyjuice flowing and had ignited the wanton fire of lust in her cunt, Patti just couldn't wait until the elevator repair crew got things moving again.
Sinking to her knees, Patti pulled the man's cock out of his pants and – while the other three businessmen watched – gave him the hottest, wildest, most energetic blow-job of his life.
After that, Patti was a sex machine. The elevator was trapped for four hours and in those four hours she sucked and fucked all four men until they had all shot their wads at least twice. The horny brunette had knelt and sucked off three men at once, then turned her back and got her ass fucked as she leaned against the wall of the elevator. Over and over they pounded their hard, lusty cocks in to her curvaceous body until the slick, salty fuck cream was jetting out.
Later, Patti gave than her name and address and said they should look her up if ever they come back to town. On occasion she would see one of the four businessmen, but not very often. However, each of them gave her a special gift for the amazing time they had had in the elevator.
One man had given her the specially made bed, along with several sets of custom-made silk sheets. She also received a Corvette, a motorcycle and round-trip plane tickets to England.
"I've never seen anything like that in my life," Bruce exclaimed, walking slowly around the bed. At first when his aunt suggested he sleep with his two brothers, Bruce had thought it was a pretty stupid idea. After all, he was too old to be sharing a bed with them. But on such a huge bed, he wouldn't be crowded at all.
"Good! I'm sure everything will work out just fine for the next two weeks," Patti said. She took a pillow and a blanket from the closet and held them tight against her body, suddenly aware of how scantily dressed she was once she saw the bed. "I'll be sleeping on the couch. Good night, boys."
As was her custom at any family reunion, Patti kissed all three of them before going to the living room. Once she was stretched out on the couch, she wondered if she should have put more passion into her friendly, almost kisses.
Patti mentally chastised herself for thinking lurid, sexual things about her nephews. But as she slept, she dreamed about what it would be like to be beneath their young, muscular, athletic bodies as they fucked her into climaxing countless times.
She wasn't sure what had awoken her. One minute she was sleeping, dreaming of getting fucked, the next she was wide awake.
Patricia kicked her feet over the edge of the sofa, throwing the blankets off her supple body. Her mind was spinning as she tried to recall why she was sleeping on the couch.
Then it all came back to her. Straining her ears, she heard someone in the bathroom. Rising, Patti noticed that her panties were moist in the crotch. She smiled, touching the silk. Even sleeping, lusty thoughts could make her pussyjuice flow freely.
The innate, maternal instinct came to the forefront of Patti's mind. Was something wrong with one of the boys? Bad dreams while sleeping in a strange bed?
Patti waited outside the bathroom door until it opened. Then she found herself standing very close to Abel, who was wearing only his underwear.
"Is anything wrong?" Patti whispered.
"No, nothing is wrong," Abel answered. He felt uncomfortable being in his underwear with his aunt. Standing close enough to smell the sweet, enticing fragrance of her perfume sent his senses reeling.
"Are you sure? You can tell me the truth, I'm your ol' Aunt Patti."
In the dim light of the hallway, Patti couldn't help but notice the fine, almost statuesque build of her nephew. He had broad shoulders for a boy still in his teens, and the muscles of his stomach rippled like waves. The itching sensation in her cunt reminded her of how horny she was. She hadn't fucked anybody that day, hadn't gotten her daily allotment of cock, and the hunger of her pussy reminded her of what she had gone without.
"Yes, I'm positive. Everything is just fine, Aunt Patricia."
Patti, not wanting anything to go wrong while she was responsible for the three boys, was still suspicious. She pressed the issue, not knowing why Abel seemed so nervous. Then she knew why when she looked at his crotch – Abel's cock was tenting out his underwear, straining to be freed.
"I-I'm sorry," Abel said, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt terribly embarrassed for springing a hard-on in front of his beloved Aunt Patricia. "I didn't mean to."
Two different emotions went through Patti at the same time. One was pity – she knew that boys Abel's age were easily aroused and that they almost always had a hard-on. The other emotion was lust – her own. Patti was just as easily aroused and continually horny as any teenaged boy.
"You needn't apologize for it," Patti said, her fingertips lightly touching Abel's chest. "Step back. Go back into the bathroom. I want to talk to you."
Abel did as he was told, expecting to be scolded. Instead, Patti closed and locked the door, then turned to face him again. He noticed that her nipples were swollen, poking out through her thin nightie more than they had been.
"You can't go to bed with that thing the way it is," Patti whispered, nodding her head toward Abel's prick. "It's not good for a boy your age to be like that and not have any relief."
Abel's cock jumped in his underwear, threatening to tear the fabric it was so hard. He gazed lovingly at the shadowy image of femininity standing before him. Patti's black, wavy hair was a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her high cheekbones caught the light that filtered through the window from the streetlight outside.
"Listen to me very carefully. I want you to close your eyes and think of your girl friend. Think of her and only of her. Do you understand me?"
Abel's throat was dry, but a creaking "Yes" came out.
When Abel closed his eyes, Patti paused to look at his body. He was, she thought, a young Adonis. Tall, strikingly handsome with an excellent build, he was exactly the type of stud that made her pussy as hot as a furnace.
She sank slowly to her knees on the cold, tile floor. Patti's hands were trembling as she gently eased her fingertips into the elastic band of Abel's underwear. As soon as she had the garment down enough, his prick sprang out like a mighty cobra snake. Patti gasped in surprise. Abel's prick was even bigger than she suspected it would be.
At the first sight of Abel's cock, Patti's pussy began tingling fiercely, tightening involuntarily as the slick, lubricating oil seeped into her panties. She gazed at the cock, estimating it to be nine inches long. The head was big and bullet-shaped. All in all, Abel's cock, Patti decided, was just perfect for sucking.
She cupped his hairy nut sac in the palm of her left hand and wrapped her right hand around the base of his mighty cock. Leaning closer, Patti inhaled deeply. Her tits bulged out as she inhaled, straining against her nightie. She caught the mouth-watering aroma of cock-meat and her mouth, like her pussy, became even wetter with anticipation.
She paused to think about incest. Patti had never really thought about sucking a relative's cock before, and it surprised her that she didn't feel there was anything essentially wrong with it.
Sitting on the backs of her heels, Patti leaned closer and her luscious, moist lips made contact with Abel's cockhead. She kissed the bulbous knob, letting her tongue snake out from her lips. The slick, pink tongue toyed with the clefted underside of the pricktip, then worked ever widening circles around the head. Soon Patti had the entire pulsating surface of Abel's cockhead glistening with her spit, almost vibrating in her fist.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Patti moaned, forgetting entirely about the other two boys who were sleeping in the neighboring room. Nothing mattered to her any more except-the huge cock that throbbed in her fist and against her lips and tongue.
Abel balled his hands into large fists. He kept them at his sides not knowing whether his aunt would let him touch her or not. One thing he couldn't do was think of any woman but her. She was the most beautiful woman he knew, and thinking about anyone else while her tongue was grazing over his cock pole was nothing less than impossible.
Once the hot-blooded brunette was satisfied with her work on the pricktip, she raised the cock and opened her mouth wide, chewing with her lips on the broad shaft.
Patti nibbled gently on the stem of Abel's prick, moving slowly but steadily toward his balls. She gave them a loving squeeze, then began using her wet tongue on the wrinkled sac.
Abel quivered all over as he felt his adorable aunt's tongue gliding smoothly over his cum laden balls. His breath came in ragged gulps and his head felt dizzy.
Opening her mouth as wide as possible, Patti carefully tucked both nuts inside the hot, moist recesses of her oral cavern. Her cheeks bulged out, like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter. As she basted Abel's balls with her spit, warming them, she felt his cock twitching excitedly against her cheekbone and forehead.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Abel sighed, then silenced himself. He didn't really know what was expected of him and he didn't want to make Patti angry. The last thing he needed was to make her angry enough to quit sucking his prick.
Strands of Patti's ebony hair stuck to the spitty head of Abel's cock as she mouthed his balls. When she released them, Patti shook her head, shaking her hair over her shoulders. The hair, parted slightly off center, came to just below her smooth shoulders.
Pausing with her lips near the tip of Abel's cock, Patti blew her warm breath over the fiery surface of Abel's prick. The cock jumped, wagging from his body. The skin was stretched tight around the huge, conical crown of the cock.
Pushing her face forward, Patti took the pricktip into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she cooed lustily, her lips wrapping firmly around the shaft to form a perfect seal.
She took more of Abel's cock into her mouth, enjoying the meaty flavor of his young prick. When the cockhead was against the back of her mouth, Patti pulled away, dragging her hot, succulent lips over the ridge of his cockhead. She pistoned her face quickly, jerking back and forth just a few inches, taking the spongy bulb of delicious cock-meat in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks were sunken, conforming to the girth of Abel's prick-pole.
"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Abel sighed as the hot bolts of absolute ecstasy zipped through his body. He squeezed his eyes shut more tightly, fighting to hold the cum in his nuts, prolonging the intense pleasure of his Aunt Patricia's blow-job for as long as possible.
Patti twisted her face, chewing on the quivering, reddish column of cock-meat with her lips while her tongue whipped at the knob. When acrid-tasting pre-cum oozed onto her tongue, Patti knew that she couldn't stop mouthing Abel's prick until she had his thick, youthful spunk gushing against the back of her mouth, washing down her throat.
As Patti sucked, she pushed Abel's underwear down to his ankles. After that she gently scratched his tensed thighs with her long fingernails while she bobbed over the prick.
Stretching out from his body a full, throbbing nine inches, Abel's cock was more than a mouthful for Patti. She dragged her succulent lips over the cockhead and over several inches of the stem, but didn't take more than that into her mouth. The time wasn't right, not just yet. She was saving her deep-throat treatment, keeping it in reserve until Abel was ready to blow his nuts off. Then she'd give him a thrill the likes of which the lusty brunette was certain Abel had never known.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Abel sighed, unable to remain silent. His cock was vibrating, flexing like a snake about to strike. He could feel Patti's fingernails scratching his thighs and asscheeks, sharp in contrast to the butter-soft pleasure her lips were providing.
Pussyjuice flowed freely from her cunt as Patti knelt before Abel, bringing her luscious lips to and fro over four inches of his mighty prick. Patti dropped a hand to her cunt, rubbing her lust-inflamed pussylips through the silk garment.
It was time, Patti decided, time to show her nephew all of her great cocksucking skills. Consciously relaxing the muscles in her throat, Patti rotated her succulent mouth around Abel's pricktip. Pushing her face forward slowly, taking in only an inch at a time, she sucked the prick deeper into her moist mouth. The cockhead rolled over her tongue until it struck the back of her mouth.
"Uh!" Patti involuntarily gasped as the cockhead made contact.
She continued on and the spongy, bullet shaped head of Abel's cock pushed downward, shoving into her throat, stretching the flesh to make room for its awesome girth.
Abel couldn't believe what was happening. He'd had plenty of teenaged girls suck his cock before, but nobody had ever gulped his cockpole into her throat. Now, as he stared in amazement, he watched his aunt swallowing his prick whole. Her red lips crept further and further down his cockstem, inching closer toward the root of his prick.
Patti could feel the pricktip throbbing lustily in her throat as she wrapped her arms around her nephew's hips, preventing him from pulling away from her. Not only did she enjoy giving pleasure to the young man with the monster cock, but it gave her supreme satisfaction to feel a huge prick expand her throat.
When the big-titted brunette finally had all nine inches of Abel's prick in her throat, she pressed her face hard against his crotch, squeezing his young asscheeks in her hands. Her pert, little nose was mashed in the curly bush of hair that sprouted above his cock. Her chin rubbed against his stuffed nut sac. Her throat was bulging out visibly, expanding to accept the huge cock.
"Ummffff!" Patti groaned. The sound came from deep in her chest. Her tits rose and fell quickly inside the see-through nightie, the nipples hard and pointed like pencil erasers.
"Awwwww! Aunt Patricia, I'm going to cum!"
Whatever pretense Abel had had of thinking about another woman was totally gone now. There was nobody in the world but his beautiful, enormously endowed Aunt Patricia, the young woman with the monumental tits, hot mouth and bottomless throat.
Patti whipped her wet mouth over Abel's cock, taking it between her lips from the cockhead to the root. She chewed hard on the fiery prick, kneading it with her lips. As she gulped the cockpole into her mouth, her head would snap back briefly when the cockhead slammed into the opening of her throat. Then, as it plowed into her throat, a low, hungry moan came from somewhere deep inside her lusty, wanton soul.
Abel's legs were like two quivering trees, immensely powerful, yet shaken by a force greater and more mighty than their own.
When Patti felt the prick jump in her throat, she pulled back to hold the cockhead on her tongue. She grabbed the thick, heavily veined staff with her hand and whacked on it, lavishing the clefted underside of the fleshy bulb with her tongue's wet caresses.
"Mmmmmmm!" Patti crooned hungrily as the first thick, powerful jet of spunk blasted from Abel's balls, racing through the length of his prick to splatter out of his cockhead.
To Patti, who hadn't sucked off a teenager in quite a while, the climax seemed endless. A torrent of the gooey cream spewed from Abel's cockhead, splattering over her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, not wanting to lose even a single drop of the precious fuck-cream.
Abel grabbed Patti's slender shoulders for support as his body twitched. His prick reared and bucked in Patti's mouth, pumping out the thick jazz.
"Mmmmmmm! Ummmmmm!" Patti slurped, whipping the turgid cockpole with her tongue. She pistoned her face over just the pricktip and an inch or two of the stem, wanting to taste every rich, delicious drop of nut juice that Abel had to offer.
Swallowing and sucking hard, Patti's concave cheeks molded to the uneven circumference of Abel's pricktip. When she had lewdly gulped down all of Abel's jism, Patti came back to her senses. She looked up and saw the absolute ecstasy written all over Abel's face.
Bobbing forward, she deep-throated his prick several more times, carefully licking off any blobs of cream that might be sticking to the stalk of his cock. Then, letting it fall from her lips with an audible pop! Patti grabbed Abel's underwear and pulled them up. She carefully tucked his cock back inside the tight fitting garment, remaining on her knees.
"Keep your eyes closed," Patti whispered, planting a tender kiss on his shrinking cockmeat through his underwear. "Keep them closed until I'm gone. And remember, thinking of me is wrong. This was your girl friend tonight, it wasn't your Aunt Patricia. You must always remember that… and never tell anyone about this night."
Rising, Patti gingerly touched her cunt through the silk panties and thought of taking them off. She could finger-fuck herself, but that wouldn't be right. Not tonight, tonight was a special moment that she should savor in her memory. She had given intense pleasure to her nephew. It was his satisfaction that was important, not her own.
Near the crotch of her panties was embroidered the trademark of the beautiful young woman. "Foxy" was printed, along with the date, "June 21." Foxy had been embroidered on the panties by a machine, and Patti bought them from a special shop through the mall. She bought them several dozen at a time. The date she hand embroidered on herself. Patti liked to give her panties away as a souvenir to the men she fucked and sucked as a special something to remember her by. Patti left the bathroom and went back to the couch. Her black panties were clinging to the wet, lust-inflamed lips of her cunt. Sleep, she sadly realized, would been long time in coming.