The glowing ember of Patti's cigarette was the only light in the room. She was sitting on the couch, smoking in the dark as she contemplated the immediate future.
The boys were asleep in the bedroom. Despite the fact that all three boys were close to six feet tall and all quite muscular, they had plenty of room in her custom-made bed.
Patti didn't know what to do. She was horny, very horny. After Bruce had jacked off while sucking on her tits, Patti had wanted to suck a cock and finger-fuck herself until her cum spewed out in slick waves. But she really didn't want to fuck any of her nephews. Patti decided that she had already done too much with Abel and Bruce, so a stranger would have to be the one to provide the cockmeat she needed so desperately.
Patti crept soundlessly into the bedroom. The boys were still sleeping and that's the way she wanted it. She had to get dressed and head out to one of the nearby bars to find a handsome stud willing to give her his cock.
Pulling her nightie over her head, Patti dropped the garment in a drawer and took out a lacy blue bra. She tucked her monumental tits into the cups, hitching the clasp between the cups. She pulled her tight-fitting bikini panties down her legs arid stepped out of them. Strapping a blue garter belt around the sweeping curves of her hips, Patti grabbed two blue silk thigh-high stockings. As she pulled them up her legs, she cast a quick glance toward the bed. None of the boys appeared to be awake, which pleased her.
Carl's heart was pounding like a jackhammer as he watched his Aunt Patricia through slitted eyes. He was at the edge of the bed, nearest her, and his cock was getting harder by the second as he stared at her naked pussy. She looked positively stunning in bra, garter and long stockings. Carl was a little disappointed when his aunt pulled her panties back up, covering her cunt.
The visual stimulation was too much for Carl to remain unaffected. His cock was growing steadily, stretching out, making an obvious tent in the blankets. When Patti turned her back to him, looking in the closet for something to wear, he realized it was time to roll onto his side. If he remained on his back, she'd surely notice his raging hard-on.
When Patti heard movement, she wheeled around quickly. Carl had rolled onto his side and was facing her. She waited, her heart thudding in her chest as she stood in her lingerie. The last thing she wanted was for one of the boys to wake up. Not only didn't she want to be seen as scantily dressed as she was, but if one should wake up, he'd ask her where she was going. To be certain, it would be difficult for the big-titted brunette to explain to a nephew that she was dressing to find a stud to satisfy her craving for cock-meat.
Looking at the tight asscheeks encased in the black panties, Carl couldn't help but grab his big cock and stroke it. His aunt, with her hair piled in a loose bun atop her head and tits that seemed to move of their own will, was too gorgeous to look at without wanting to get off.
Patti took a dress out of the closet and gave it the once-over. It had a plunging V-neck that showed off her beautiful tits, and the bottom hem was cut high enough to reveal a daring display of thigh flesh.
When Patti took the dress off the hanger and turned around, she saw the blankets moving at Carl's waist. Then the movement stopped abruptly and Patti knew that Carl was both awake and jerking himself off. She stood motionless, looking at her nephew. Her tits were bulging out from the tops of her bra as she took in deep drags of air.
The moment seemed to hang in space, tense and motionless, like the two people involved. Patti looked at Carl, knowing he wasn't asleep, as he pretended to be. She also knew – or at least suspected – that he was looking at her through slitted eyes.
Slowly, with planned ease, Patti dropped the dress to the floor and walked closer to the bed. She stood facing Carl, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
"You don't need to pretend you're sleeping," Patti whispered. "I know you're awake, Carl. And I know you've got a hard-on."
Carl's hand was around his prick as he watched Patti kneel beside the bed, her face close to his. He started stroking the cock again, uncertain of what his aunt intended to do.
Patti kissed Carl's cheek first, then turned his face to hers and brought her lush, ripe mouth down on his. She parted her lips and accepted his slithering tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Patti purred, her tongue dancing an erotic pattern against Carl's. Her tits were rubbing against the side of the bed, and even through the tight-fitting bra, tingles of wanton lust came from her budding nipples.
Carl opened his mouth wider, sucking Patti's tongue in. As he nibbled on her delicious tongue, he stroked his pulsating hard-on faster, the cum sizzling hotly in his nuts. For the horny teenager, it was like some dream or fantasy that was coming true, only he was awake and this was really happening.
"Carl, I'm going to do something for you," Patti whispered. She let the tip of her tongue graze lightly over his earlobe. "But you've got to remain as still as possible so you don't wake your brothers up."
"Okay," Carl replied, still not knowing what his Aunt Patricia had in mind.
Patti took off her bra and rubbed her tingling nipples. The chocolate-colored buds were itching, craving fingers to knead and tug on them.
"I'm going to give you the best blow-job of your life, Carl," Patti whispered, rolling over so she sat on the floor. She raised her ass briefly and pulled her panties down her legs. The lips of her cunt were already inflamed and puffy with lust. "Just try and remain as still as possible."
Carl moved so that he was right on the edge of the bed. His cock was pointed at Patti, hidden beneath the blankets.
Smiling, Patti licked her lips with anticipation. Not only was she going to get the cock that she needed, but it was doubly exciting to give Carl a blow-job with his brothers so nearby. Patti had always had something of an exhibitionistic streak in her, anti it was coming out now.
She carefully peeled the blankets back and exposed Carl's cock. Not surprisingly, it was almost identical to his brothers' pricks. Patti gawked at the big pole of lust-hardened cockmeat and licked her lips. She brought her knees under her again, keeping level with the bed so that Bruce anti Abel wouldn't see her should they wake up.
"I-I've never had anyone put their mouth on it before," Carl whispered. He was afraid he would shoot his cum too soon and somehow disappoint his aunt.
"You haven't? Hell, with a cock that big I would think that the girls would be fighting each other for the honor of sucking you." Patti grabbed her nephew's prick and caressed it softly. The cock was hard and hot against her palm. "Well, my precious nephew, this is going to be a first for you then. Just close your eyes and enjoy it."
Patti kissed the reddish tip of the cock, enjoying the musty aroma. She flicked her tongue out and caught the flavor of his cock. After that, there was nothing that could stop the gorgeous brunette from sucking cock until she had a mouthful of creamy jism.
The sensuous cocksucker licked slowly around the pricktip until she had all of it moist with her spit. Grabbing Carl's balls, Patti gave them an affectionate squeeze and took the cockhead into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred softly, rolling her tongue around the fleshy knob. Her tongue slithered over the pisshole and along the ridge that separates the head from the stem.
Patti wasn't in the mood to make the blowjob last as long as possible. She just wanted to drink his cum at the same time her own pussyjuice started shooting, and since she was so hot already, she knew that it wouldn't take long before she came.
When Carl felt Patti's lips moving along his prick, he trembled from head to foot. His cock felt like it was in an oven, Patti's mouth was so hot.
As Patti squeezed Carl's nuts, she sucked more of his delicious cock-meat into her mouth. Her right hand was busy rubbing the lips of her pussy, heating it up. The slick girl cum was making her pussy humid, ready for her fingers to come sliding deep into it.
Turning her face to the side, Patti took Carl's cock between her teeth and cheek. The side of her face stretched out lewdly and a trickle of spit ran down the opposite corner of her mouth. She chewed lightly on the cock, letting the sharpness of her teeth be a subtle and erotic contrast to the moist softness of her lips.
She shoved one finger up her cunt, rubbing the sizzling clit with her thumb. The fingernail, immaculately filed and tapered, scraped along the walls of her cunt, adding more excitement and pleasure to the finger-fucking.
"Mmmmmff!" Patti slurped, letting the cockhead rest against her tongue as she shoved a second finger full-length up her cunt.
With two fingers in her cunt, pussyjuice trickled down her hand. Patti mentally prepared herself, twisting to face around the cock. Pushing her face forward, her tits mashing against the edge of the bed, Patti swallowed the nine inch cock down her throat. An impassioned moan was silenced by the huge cock as it plugged her throat.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Carl sighed, unable to remain silent. His asscheeks were taut, every muscle in his body flexed as he struggled to remain still.
It was exactly as Patti wanted it to be. Her throat was stretching to accommodate the cock, and her clit was crackling with lusty desire. She finger-fucked herself faster, jabbing the juicing pussyhole with two fingers.
She pushed her face even harder against Carl's body, her lips chewing on the root of his prick. Her tongue was mashed against the bottom of her mouth.
Patti brought her succulent lips slowly back and forth over the entire length of Carl's cockpole. She tongued at the cockhead, licking off the pre-cum that seeped out, enjoying its rich flavor. Her cheeks hollowed, squeezing the shaft of the cock while the pricktip wedged against the back of her mouth.
Squirming on the floor, Patti finger-fucked her lusty cunt faster, prying apart the cuntlips as she tantalized her throbbing coral-colored clit. By mashing her tits against the side of the bed, Patti aroused her fiery nipples.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing, man?" Abel groaned sleepily. "I'm trying to get some sleep."
Patti didn't move. Her eyes were open wide as she listened carefully, wondering if Abel could tell that she was there. Her throat was stuffed with Carl's cock and her fingers were shoved deep into her pussy.
"Nothing… go to sleep," Carl whispered.
"You're jerking off again," Abel hissed angrily. "Goddamn it, I've never known anyone who had to jerk off as much as you do."
Abel rolled onto his side, turning his back to Carl. He didn't want his brother to see him smiling. Egotistically, Abel told himself that he didn't have to jerk off because his luscious aunt had serviced his needs and gotten him off twice.
When Patti finally needed fresh air, she pulled back and got Carl's cockpole out of her throat. Shaking her shoulders, she rubbed her nipples back and forth against the bed, sending electric bolts of pure passion ripping through her veins.
As she finger-fucked her pussy, Patti nibbled on the tip of the cockhead. She chewed lightly with her lips, occasionally letting her teeth scrape gently over the inflamed, throbbing, steelish pole of lip-stretching prick.
Carl could feel the cum rising in his nuts. He squeezed his hands into fists, hoping that he would remain motionless while he came. He could neither afford to wake his brother up again, nor embarrass himself and Patti.
When the flow of pre-cum became very heavy, Patti prepared herself for a mouthful of jism. She tossed her face back and forth, dragging her hot, full lips over the ridge of the cockhead with lightning speed. Her tongue slapped and whipped the spongy, drooling tip, licking off the cum.
When her cunt started its spasms, Patti lunged at Carl's cock, impaling herself upon it. The cockhead stabbed down her throat and she remained like that, her red lips ovaled around the base of the cock as she fingerfucked herself with great intensity. The pussyjuice, like a darn breaking, came pouring out of her cunt. The cum flooded her beating hand, dripping to the carpeted floor.
Keeping the cock down her throat, Patti rammed two fingers to the hilt in her cunt. Her throat contracted around the prick's shaft and head as the cock started flexing and bucking. A moment later, though she couldn't taste it, Patti felt Carl's cum jetting down her throat. She swallowed hungrily, afraid to choke on the gooey, thick cream that pumped through the long tube of her nephew's cock.
Pulling back, uncorking the cockpole from her throat, Patti whipped the cockhead as thc last dregs of Carl's cream seeped out. She swirled the spunk around in her mouth, savoring the rich, salty flavor before swallowing it.
It was a fantastic climax for the hot-blooded brunette. She took great pride in her ability to suck cocks, and knowing that she had pleased her nephew – and did it with his brothers sleeping so close. It gave her a supreme sense of satisfaction.
Letting the cock, which was beginning to soften, slip from her mouth, Patti crawled to the head of the bed and kissed Carl on the tip of the nose.
"Thank you, my precious," she whispered in his ear. "You've got a wonderful cock. I really loved sucking it. Maybe sometime you can fuck me. Would you like that?"
Carl nodded his head. When Patti kissed him, he trembled and slipped his hand out from under the blankets, letting his fingertips graze tenderly over her eraser-like nipple. The mental image of himself on Patti's curvaceous body, pounding his prick into her cunt, came to him and he groaned quietly.
"Get some sleep now," Patti whispered. "I'll see you in the morning."
Patti crawled on her hands and knees out the bedroom door. Once she was certain that she could not be seen, she got to her feet and went to the living room. There, smiling like the cat who ate the family canary, she made herself a drink and began wondering about an orgy with her three nephews. So far she had managed to seduce all three of them without getting caught. She imagined what they were thinking, each one believing that he was the only one to stick his cock in her cunt or mouth.
"Patricia Fox," she said, "you're a whore. A cocksucking, incestuous slut!"