Bruce looked at his much-adored Aunt Patricia sleeping on the couch and a warm shiver of illicit lust shook his young body. She was on her back on the couch, and during the night she had kicked off the sheet. Her thickly furred pussy was exposed, and the voluminous tits were all but entirely visible through her nightie.
Stealing a look toward the bedroom door, Bruce was happy that Abel and Carl were still sleeping. Being alone gave him a chance to enjoy his gorgeous aunt's physical charms privately.
As he wondered what it would be like to ram his meaty prick into her cunt, Patti's eyes fluttered and he turned, soundlessly to the kitchen.
Patti awoke slowly, stretching her arms above her head. When she became aware of her exposed, naked cunt, she pulled the sheet over her body and looked around the living room. Finding herself alone, she breathed a sigh of relief. When the memory of the night's escapades filtered through her mind, she smiled. Running her tongue around in her mouth brought back the taste of Abel's salty, creamy jazz.
"Are you awake?" Bruce asked from the kitchen, speaking low enough so Patti could hear him, but not so loud that he would wake up his brothers.
Patti sat up on the couch and rubbed her face. She pulled the sheet over her lap, once again hiding her pussy and looked at her nephew. His face held nothing but pure innocence in it.
"Yes, I think so. Is anything wrong?"
"No, there's nothing wrong. I was just wondering if you'd like some coffee," Bruce said, peering around the corner as he stood in the kitchen. "I'm really quite good at making it."
"I'd love some. That's very sweet of you, Bruce, very thoughtful."
By the time Bruce came into the kitchen with two cups of coffee, Patti was fully awake. She wrapped the white cotton sheet around her body and sipped the coffee, pleased with the taste.
"Like it?" Bruce asked, a little saddened that Patti had covered her sensational body. He could look at her splendid loveliness for hours on end. There simply wasn't anything else like Aunt Patricia's body. It was truly unique.
"Yes, it's excellent." Patti sipped her coffee and nodded her head enthusiastically, exaggerating her appreciation for her nephew's benefit. "Where'd you learn to make coffee like this?"
"Mom taught me."
"Yeah, that figures," Patti said, a sardonic smile turning the corners of her glistening mouth. "She always was better at that sort of thing than me. Always keeps a clean house and look at this place. A real mess!"
"It's not that bad." Bruce bit his lip. It wasn't the right thing to say, he figured.
Patti shifted on the couch and the sheet fell away from her leg, showing her thigh all the way up to her full asscheek. She didn't notice the sudden display of flesh. But Bruce caught it right away.
"Would you mind doing me a favor?" When Bruce shook his head, Patti flashed him her most becoming smile. "In the bedroom there's a chest of drawers. In one of the drawers I keep my panties. Would you bring me a pair, along with the sewing kit?"
Bruce walked on tip-toes into the bedroom. Abel and Carl were still sleeping soundly on the huge, spacious bed. He found the sewing kit immediately. It was on the chest of drawers. When he checked there were countless garter belts, corsets, teddies and various other sexually suggestive clothing. In another drawer Bruce found an enormous dildo.
"Holy cow!" Bruce whispered, inspecting the lewd articles. "I can't believe this."
When Bruce opened another drawer, he found it crammed with black, silk and lace panties. Each pantie had "Foxy" embroidered in the front, just above where the snatch would be. He pulled one out and went back to the living room, hoping, in his excitement, that he wouldn't spring a hard-on and embarrass himself in front of his sexy aunt.
"Thank you, dear," Patti said, taking the kit and panties from Bruce. She talked casually with him, working with the needle and thread to put "June 22" on the panties. As she worked, the sheet slipped away from her tits slightly, showing off her creamy cleavage almost to the light brown areolas.
While the boys were busy arranging their clothes and other belongings in the bedroom, Patti slipped into her bikini bathing suit. The top held her tits high and together, creating an almost unreal, mouth-watering cleavage. The bottom half of the outfit hardly covered up her curly bush, and didn't even quite cover her asscheeks.
"Well, boys, I'm about to lay down the law," Patti said happily as she collected a plastic bucket and a sponge from the kitchen. "Two of you must clean this place up. If you're going to live here, you're going to do your fair share of the work."
Bruce couldn't tear his eyes away from Patti. She was on her knees, looking under the kitchen sink for the rest of the things she needed to wash her car. Bent over, her bountiful tits were nearly spilling out of the twin cups of the bikini.
"I volunteer to do anything but clean, as along as you need only two to do that," Bruce said quietly.
"Well, Bruce, as long as you were so kind as to make me coffee this morning, you can be the one to help me wash the Corvette." Patti put a second sponge into the bucket and stood. "Okay, gentlemen, let's all get to work."
Bruce watched as Patti's tits sloshed in her bikini as she rubbed car polish onto the hood of her red Corvette. She was leaning forward to get toward the middle of the hood, and with her short stature, was giving her nephew a breath-taking view of tit-flesh.
Patti was happy to have her nephews around. She smiled whenever she thought about the blow-job she had given to Abel, and when the memory of her fierce climax from his cock filtered through her head. But as she rubbed wax into the surface of her car, she was totally unaware of how turned-on her other nephew, Bruce, was getting. She did not realize that her tits were wiggling and jiggling in the skimpy bikini.
After Patti had the entire car coated with a thin film of wax, she left it to dry thoroughly.
"I'll be back out in a bit," Patti told Bruce. "I'm going inside to put my hair up. It's too hot out here to have it down."
As soon as Patti went in the house, Bruce ran to the side of the house that was hidden from the street. He stood near a tree, staying in the shade, and pulled down his cut-off jeans. His cock was already as long and hard as it had ever been. Only staying close to the 'Vette and keeping the car between himself and his aunt had allowed him to hide the bulging of his pants.
"I've got to get off," Bruce whispered as he started whacking feverishly on his cock, "If Aunt Patricia sees this hard-on, she'll probably tell mom! Goddamn, mom would kill me!"
Patti felt better with her hair piled loosely on top of her head. The ebony strands fell down the sides of her face, framing her in misty swirls. With each step she took, her monumental tits jiggled and swayed, stretching but not escaping from the halter of her bikini.
"Hmmmmm," she hummed when she noticed that Bruce wasn't near the car.
The big-titted brunette was just about to start polishing the Corvette when she heard a strange sound coming from the side of the house. She crept silently to the corner and peered around. There, partially hidden by a tree, was her nephew. Patti's eyes went immediately to his huge, pale-skinned cock that wagged in Bruce's beating hand. A tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the slitted tip of Bruce's prick, catching the sunlight and glistening like a diamond. Patti's mouth began to water as she looked at the pre-cum.
Keeping the tree between herself and Bruce, Patti advanced toward her young nephew. She knew why he was beating off. Although she was anything but an egotist, Patti was aware of her staggering physical charms. She felt, in a direct way, responsible for his turmoil. Patti figured that Bruce must have been pretty horny to have to beat off right there in the middle of the afternoon!
When she was at the tree, now not three feet from Bruce, Patti stepped aside and showed herself. The look on Bruce's face when he saw her was nothing, less than absolute, total horror.
"No, don't be afraid," Patti whispered urgently, moving closer to Bruce and putting her hands on his shoulders. His cock was just as long as Abel's, and the cockhead was nearly touching her stomach. "Don't say anything, Bruce. I think I know what you're going through… and I think I'm the one to blame."
"Aunt Patricia, I'm sorry. Honest I am. It's just that when I saw… and then it came up… and then I knew that if I didn't do something about it it would never go down."
Patti touched his lips with her fingertip, silencing him. "It's my tits, isn't it, Bruce? That's what gave you the hard-on. I'm sure it is. It's my fault for wearing this tiny bikini." Bruce didn't know what to think. His cutoffs were down to his thighs and his prick – all nine inches of it – was pointing at his aunt. The only thing he was really certain of was that his prick would not go down until he shot his nuts off.
Patti cleared her throat, stealing a quick look at Bruce's cock. It looked positively delicious! A real mouthful of prickmeat if ever there was one. Big cocks, she decided, must run in the family.
Different emotions were going through Patti's mind as she cast her eyes up and down Bruce's body, appreciating his youthful vigor, big cock, and athletic physique. Although she would have liked nothing more than to sink to her knees in the grass and whip her hot lips back and forth over the cock until she gulped down Bruce's fuck-cream, Patti didn't want to go round seducing all her male relatives.
When the idea came to her, it was as though the proverbial light bulb had suddenly been turned on. She reached behind her neck and grasped the clasp that held her bikini up.
"Bruce, you want to suck on my tits, don't you?"
Bruce turned his eyes down. He couldn't look at his Aunt Patricia. He felt terribly ashamed – and horny, finally he nodded his head.
"I'm the one responsible for getting you into the mess you're in now, I should be the one to get you out, too. Now there's really nothing wrong with my tits. I mean, if you suck on them while you jerk off, that's not really like incest, at least it's not in my book." Patti unfastened the clasp and pulled the bikini down, freeing her tits, letting the straps hang down the front of her body beneath her tits. "Go ahead and suck on them if you want."
Bruce gawked at the twin mounds of succulent tit-flesh. They hung slightly apart, the ripples long and distended, surrounded by large, light-brown areolas. The tits were even bigger than he had thought, full and round, yet hanging midway between her arms and navel.
"Go ahead. I won't stop you," Patti said, trying to sound calm, yet waiting impatiently for the feel of his hungry lips working on her responsive tits.
Bruce bent forward and sucked as much of his aunt's right tit into his mouth as he could. While chewing on the resilient flesh, he grabbed his cock and whacked with maniac speed. This was more than he had expected! So much more that his breath came in wheezing gulps as he nibbled and bit the firm but soft tit.
Patti pushed the fingers of both hands through Bruce's hair and guided his face from one tingling nipple to the other. Hot, lusty bolts of pure desire sizzled through her veins, making her pussy moist and dewy. She thought of letting Bruce finger-fuck her wanton pussy while he jerked off, but then decided against it. She was trying to remain as reasonably cool about Bruce and what he was doing as possible.
"Ummmmm! Ohhhhhhh! Ummmmm!" Bruce moaned as he took turns sucking on one nipple, then the other.
His cock was a red-hot poker in his beating fist as he pounded it from the pricktip to the root. His balls swung between his legs, knocking against the edge of his fist whenever he pushed down on his cock.
Patti wanted to see Bruce cum. She was so horny that even watching his creamy jism spewing in jets out of the tip of his cock would be satisfaction enough. Bringing his face between her tits, she released his head and grabbed her tits, pressing them to both sides of his face. Bruce's face was trapped between the warm, firm, fragrant globes of feminine titflesh.
"Go, Bruce! Don't hold back!" Patti urged, fighting to keep from sucking his cock. She knew herself well enough to realize that the longer she waited, the more likely it would be that she would sink to her knees and give her nephew a blow-job. "Your brothers might come out! Shoot your cum, my precious darling!"
As if on cue, Bruce opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth deep enough into Patti's succulent tit, making her squirm. Then his cum started flying, shooting out of his cockhead like liquid bullets. The long, stringy blasts arched through the air and splattered wetly against Patti's trembling thigh and calf.
"Yesssssss! That's it, my precious darling," Patti purred as she felt but did not see the jazz striking and clinging to her thigh.
The flow of spunk seemed endless. Five or six streams of cum spewed from the angry cockhead, the jets so long that they struck Patti's full, trembling thigh even before the last of it was out of the cock.
Patti was ripped apart by the different sensations going through her. Bruce was definitely biting her tit too hard, causing pain. But the tongue slashing across her firm nipple added just as much pleasure as the teeth brought pain.
When he finally stopped cumming, Bruce leaned against the tree, still holding his prick. Patti stepped away slightly to get a better look at him. She smiled at the boy, but he wasn't looking. His expression was one of satisfaction and embarrassment.
"Don't worry about a thing," Patti whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I know what it's like for boys your age. You're always excited… and I haven't helped matters any. Just don't tell anyone about this and everything will be just fine."
Patti fastened her bikini up again, then rubbed the cum that clung wetly to her leg into her skin. She worked the white, creamy fuck cream around until it was smoothed out, like cold cream or sun tanning lotion.
"Come on now, let's finish polishing the car." Patti walked away from Bruce nonchalantly.
But in her cunt was a glowing ember of desire that would only get hotter until finally it was burning out of control. And the only thing that would stop that fire was pussyjuice, lots and lots of pussyjuice like what streamed out of her humid cunt whenever she came.
Patti decided that she would leave the boys alone that night and get dressed up in some sexy outfit. Then she'd hit the town and find some suitable stud to service her wanton needs.