Patti was in the kitchen making supper. Since all three of the boys had shot their rocks off in her ever-horny body, each of them wanted to help her prepare the meal. But Patti wouldn't have that. Too many cocks spoil the broth, she told them. Abel was the lucky one to help her. Patti told Bruce and Carl that they had to stay out of the kitchen.
"This smells delicious," Abel said, lifting the cover off a pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce. "You're really a good cook."
"Well that's very sweet of you to say," Patti replied, stirring a pot of spaghetti, checking its consistency. "My mother taught me to cook. Now there was a lady who knew what to do in the kitchen."
"I can think of something to do in the kitchen that I'll bet she never did," Abel said, a lurid, lusty look in his eyes as he took in Patti's sweeping profile.
Turning to her nephew, Patti shook her finger at him. She whispered, "Don't be silly, you horny fool. You've got two brothers who would flip out of their minds if they caught us!"
"I don't care." Abel grabbed Patti's tit, squeezing the firm globe through her dress. "You make my cock hard."
"Don't talk so crude," Patti hissed, slapping his hand off her tit. The last thing she wanted to do was get fucked in the kitchen. There just wouldn't be any way she'd be able to screw Abel without Bruce and Carl hearing. There just wasn't any possible way… which is what made the prospect so exciting.
Abel pulled down his zipper, reached inside his pants, and brought out his big prick. It wasn't even half-hard yet, but it was still big – certainly larger than most cocks.
Patti stared at Abel's cock, not wanting to get involved with him in the kitchen, yet feeling her willpower fading quickly. She backed away from Abel, her eyes seemingly glued to his cock, until she hit the wail. Cornered, Patti felt like a trapped animal about to be devoured.
"I'm going to fuck you again," Aunt Patricia, Abel said quietly, advancing with a diabolical gleam in his eyes.
When Abel grabbed Patti's tit again, digging his fingers deep into the resilient, pliable mounds of succulent flesh, she didn't push his hand away. Hot, lusty streaks of passion zipped through her veins like electrical current, making her cunt moist.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she purred quietly, closing her eyes, giving in to the wanton need that simmered in her cunt.
"Damn you, Abel," Patti whispered as her nephew massaged her full, firm tit.
Standing only five-foot-three, Patti was much shorter than the six-foot Abel. His cock, now jutting out the fly of his pants like a ramrod, was at stomach-level to the brunette. Patti tilted her head back, her lips moist and parted for him. When Abel kissed her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, Patti grabbed his cock and began stroking it, rubbing the pricktip against her stomach.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Patti sighed as they kissed. She worked both hands over the long prick, surprised that she couldn't touch her fingers to her thumb with the meat in her fists.
As Patti worked her hands smoothly back and forth over his iron-hard cock, Abel began unbuttoning her dress. The buttons ran down the front of her dress and Abel's fingers quickly unfastened all of them.
Patti opened the knee-length dress, exposing her naked tits. She released her nephew's cock and grabbed the twin mounds of succulent flesh, raising them as she pushed them together in offering.
"They're unbelievable," Abel hissed as he dipped his head down, sucking one lush nipple into his mouth. He lavished the throbbing bud with his mouth's hungry caresses, gently biting and licking the hardened tip that was centered on the melon-like tit.
When Abel sank to his knees and dragged Patti's black silk panties down past the swell of her hips, she knew what was coming next. A startled gasp came from her throat and she bit her full, trembling bottom lip to remain silent.
"I'm going to eat your cunt, Aunt Patricia," Abel whispered as he stared at the triangular patch of ebony hair, divided by a narrow pink crease. "The favor will be repaid."
Patti began rolling both nipples feverishly, leaning against the wall and spreading her legs wider for Abel. She wanted to give him plenty of room.
Rubbing the pink clit with his fingertip, Abel watched as the pussyjuice oozed from between the petals of his aunt's pussy. He shoved his middle finger two-knuckles deep into the tight, warm, moist cunthole, then kissed the top of the gash.
Patti's pussy was humid and slightly salty. Abel at first touched the lust-inflamed cuntlips cautiously. Then, with the first heady taste of her pussyjuice, he attacked the cunt with his lips and tongue. Dragging his tongue through the moist cunt gash, Abel scooped up the rich, delicious oil that seeped out.
Patti hissed soulfully, her knees quivering as she mauled her tits. The electric flashes of pure sensuality seeped though her body, starting at her cunt and slowly working all through her. Abel's tongue was tickling her fiery, drooling clit perfectly. He shoved two fingers into her pussy, spreading the cuntlips wide as he continued to whip her clit with his tongue.
Catching the pink, erect clit between his lips, Abel sucked on the bud hungrily. Pussyjuice made his face wet from cheek to cheek. He reamed his aunt's tight cunt with the first two fingers of his right hand, sliding the long digits full-length into her hot pussy.
Patti slipped her right shoe off and put her foot on Abel's shoulder. As be tongued her wanton cunt, his hair rubbed against her tender thigh, added more passionate thrills to the brunette's already overexcited body.
Stabbing his tongue deep into the succulent, tender meat of Patti's cunt, Abel tasted the slick oil and shivered. He sucked hard on the clit, wanting to devour his aunt in ways she never thought possible. Only a few nights earlier, when she had sucked his cock until he blew his nuts thick cream down her throat, he promised himself to one day return the pleasure. And now he was doing precisely that.
Patti put a hand to her mouth, sticking on the middle finger like it was a small cock. She was hot, and the fire in her cunt was burning more intensely with each passing second. Her clit was a red-hot, glowing bud of tantalized flesh that rattled her nerves, frying them until they crackled like dry wood in a bonfire.
The frisking tongue continued to work its wonders on her clit. Patti sucked on her finger and squeezed her tits, adding more lusty fuel to the raging inferno that burned inside her. The sounds of Bruce and Carl laughing in the living room filtered through her jagged-edged nerves and she was faintly aware that at any given moment she could be caught by them. With this in mind, the big-titted brunette held her breath as the pussyjuice began streaming out of her cunt and gushing onto her nephew's thirsty, probing, gouging tongue.
"Mmmmmfff!" Abel slurped, attacking the cunt even more energetically with his mouth as his aunt came on his face. He thrust his tongue deep between the hairy petals of her pussy and slick oil splattered against his face, making his cheeks and chin glisten wetly.
Patti's mouth, so ripe and red, was open wide, forming a perfect O. But no sound came out. Her monumental, tits rose high on her chest, caught there with the breath that seemed to refuse to leave her body. Her supple hips twitched, pushing back and forth only a few inches, but beating very quickly. She staggered, teetering on one high-heeled shoe as her other foot slipped off Abel's shoulder, falling down his back.
When the moment of supreme ecstasy finally ebbed and Patti came back down to the real world, she took her foot off her nephew's shoulder. Leaning back against the wall, her tits jiggling with the heavy breathing, Patti flashed him a weak, satisfied smile.
"That was heavenly," she whispered as he rose to his feet. When she kissed him on the lips, Patti could smell and taste her own pussyjuice. "You're really quite a lover."
"I'm not done yet," Abel said, pushing his pants down to his knees. He grabbed one of Patti's firm tit-globes while, with the opposite hand, he guided his cock stick to her sloppy, tight cunt.
"Abel, don't!" Patti hissed, trying weakly to push him away. It seemed like every muscle in her body had suddenly refused to follow her mind's commands. The climax had drained her of all energy. She simply couldn't fight her nephew, couldn't deny him the cunt his cock desired so ardently.
As soon as Abel's pricktip was firmly and securely placed at the mouth of Patti's cunt, he rammed it home, jabbing his cock completely into the tight, wet confines of her pussy. The force of his impaling cockpole almost knocked the wind out of the young woman's body as she was slammed against the wall, her creamy tits mashing against his chest.
Patti sighed quietly. She slipped her arms over his shoulders for support. Her legs felt weak, and having only one shoe on made balance difficult. Also, Patti stood only five-three, and her nephew was nearly six feet tall.
Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, Abel hoisted his aunt up, lifting her as his prick stabbed deeper into her seething cunt. Her feet dangled down as Abel carried her, his prick still stretching her pussylips, to the counter. When Patti's butt was on the edge of the counter, Abel raised her right knee and began pummeling her humid pussyhole with lightning-like strokes of his cock.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" he grunted, punctuating every invasion of his cock into Patti's clutching, milking cunt. His hairy, cum-filled balls slapped against her asscheeks. The heat and tightness of Patti's pussy wouldn't take long to get Abel's prick to become overheated. He'd be spewing his nuts fuck-cream after only a few more strokes.
Patti's head rolled on her shoulders. Her body, normally so vibrant and full of life, was trembling, shivering, tossed about by her nephew's rampaging cockpole. When Abel kissed her neck and gouged his fingers painfully deep into her tit, a low, soulful moan escaped her lips. She had, by this time, forgotten all about Bruce and Carl in the living room.
"Aw, Goddamn it!" Abel hissed in a choked voice. He rammed his cock home, stabbing it to the hilt in Patti's cunt as the cum began flying, splattering against the walls of her pussy, flooding her womb.
The delirious sensation of having her cunt filled with manly fuck-cream sent Patti twitching and shivering through another climax. Though the pussyjuice gushed out, the cum wasn't as hard as the first one. But having cum twice in such a short time had drained the poor, over-fucked woman of whatever energy she had left.
When Abel pulled his fiery prick out of his aunt's cunt, she fell to the floor, landing on her knees then rolling onto her side. He knelt beside her head and grabbed his cock, squeezing it from the base toward the head, working out a thick, gooey drop of cum.
"Lick it off," he commanded.
Patti's eyes were closed as she gulped in refreshing air. She heard Abel, but she couldn't make her body move. She felt him rub the wet tip of his cock against her lips. Licking them, she tasted his salty spunk and remembered how delicious it had been when she had sucked him off and taken all of his cum in her mouth.
"Is everything all right in there?" Bruce called out from the living room. "What was that thumping?"
"It's nothing!" Abel answered, standing and hitching up his pants. "I just slipped. Dinner will be ready in just a little while."
He grabbed Patti's black panties from the floor and stuffed them in his pocket.
Patti eventually buttoned up her dress and put on her shoe. Her thigh-high stockings were askew, one down nearly to her knee.
"I'll be right back," she whispered to Abel. "Don't wait for me. Start dinner without me."
"Just hurry. They don't suspect a thing," Abel replied. The tired look on Patti's face pleased Abel. It was an ego-stroke to know that he could wear out a woman as experienced in the art of fucking as the great Patricia Fox.