Marilyn closed her eyes, dropping her thighs back down and letting her buttocks sink into the softness of the bed as she felt her brother-in-law's body sag down on top of her, then she gave an exhausted whimper as he withdrew and rolled over onto his back, reaching up with one hand so lightly to stroke the still swollen mound of her breasts.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred softly, her eyes still closed, her breathing still strained and irregular. She felt strange though, even though she was satisfied, she had never meant to make love with her brother-in-law, but somehow the floodgates of her passion had been opened and now there was no holding back… she needed a man in her life, a man, a boy, it didn't matter, but she knew that she needed to feel the completion inside her of a man's cock buried deep up into her belly… it made her feel whole, female, all woman. She could no longer ignore the fact that she was a woman and she had needs in the world that only a man could satisfy. Had she stepped into a role that she wouldn't be able to control, that would eventually control her and take over her life, demanding to be fed like the Cretan monster in the labyrinth… had she begun something with her brother-in-law Ronnie that would be impossible to terminate… not only Ronnie but his son!
She turned now and looked at her handsome brother-in-law, smiling at him as he leaned over to caress her. He was so gentle and manly, she couldn't help but surrender herself to him… but where was it all going to end?
CHAPTER FIVE
Peter Goodge had only meant to let his friend Seth Roberts listen to the tape of his wild session with his aunt, but somehow his big mouth had gotten the better of him and he had found himself boasting to Josh Harding.
Josh was thirteen and very much Peter's superior and in a way Peter was afraid of Josh. It was a kind of one-upmanship that caused him to suddenly blurt out his secret to his older friend and after that, Josh made his life a misery until he had actually revealed the tape to him.
Now as the three boys sat in the den of Peter's house they were cooking up a scheme to get them all in on his aunt's lascivious carryings-on… neither Seth nor Josh would be satisfied, they told Peter emphatically, until they too had had a piece of Marilyn Goodge's ass.
Peter knew that it was up to him to forge the way for his friends, it made him feel very important to have something that Josh Harding wanted… how could he deny the older boy when he had allowed him into his small intimate circle of friends… and besides which, he himself could hardly wait to have another taste of his delicious aunt, just the thought of her fabulous body and moist pussy made him shiver all over… he hoped that the next time he was with her, she would let him fuck her. He hadn't been able to think of anything else for days!
Marilyn was disturbed to see her young nephew coming up the pathway to her house. She had hoped that he would stay away for a few days but she knew in her heart that she was secretly longing to see him. How would she handle this situation, she knew that she shouldn't give herself to him again, it was just too dangerous.
"No Peter, I can't, it's just too dangerous," she said firmly to her eleven year old nephew as he pleaded with her to allow him to fuck her.
"But why, Auntie, why, you loved it the other day you know you did."
"I know, I know Peter, but it's just too dangerous," Marilyn said, a little scared that she was going to relent herself before too long.
Peter Goodge was depressed, he knew for sure that his aunt wanted him to fuck her but it seemed now that she wasn't going to allow her true feelings to emerge, she was scared… really scared. Then he thought of his friends and how he had promised… nay, boasted to them that he would get them a part of the action and he knew that he would have to succeed, otherwise he would just look like a total asshole in their eyes.
The young boy sized up the situation, his aunt would never verbally agree to it but if he made his move swiftly enough, maybe she would get caught up in the ecstasy of his kiss and his body and not be able to resist. What could he lose, it was his last chance and he had to do it. Without another thought, the young boy made his move!
Marilyn watched, her eyes widening in amazement as her young nephew stepped toward her, she tried to move away from him but he was too swift and before she could do anything about it he had grasped one of her breasts in his hand and was fondling it gently. A soft whimper arose from her throat as his hand touched her nervously palpitating breasts, pressing the constricting brassiere cup hard against the swollen mound, the pressure and friction causing the nipple to prickle to an instant tingling rigidity.
Marilyn heaved a deep sigh, her legs almost going weak, as Peter moved closer to her. Then she closed her eyes as he bounced onto his tiptoes and crushed his mouth eagerly onto her parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly inward as his hand continued to knead and massage her breasts.
Marilyn fought with all her strength against the electric sensations coursing through her flesh. She squirmed and writhed as Peter pressed his body more tightly against hers, the shocking pressure of his thighs and the tender erection already swelling in his pants and pushing right up against the softness of her loins only further stimulating the young widow's wantonly growing need, making resistance even more difficult. She couldn't help herself. She wanted this young boy so badly she thought she would die if she couldn't have him. Her body cried out in desperation, her will to resist was failing fast.
Then with a shiver, she squirmed out of Peter's arms. She glared at the panting youngster in mingled shock and want, her own eyes wild with the fury of her consuming lust.
Peter gasped to catch his breath, looking back at her pleadingly. "Please, Auntie, please!"
"No, Peter. No! You must stay away from me!"
He hesitated an instant longer, then started forward again. Marilyn took two more steps backwards, her movements taking on a peculiar trapped animal quality. She knew only a few more moments of the stimulating physical contact with her young nephew would be all she would need to be lost. She wouldn't even want to resist, so now, at all costs, she had to avoid him until she could begin to regain her self-control.
Then a little scream of surprise issued from her throat as she backed against the end of the couch, the armrest catching her just at the back of her knees. She swayed, trying to regain her balance, for a moment, then with another soft moan fell backwards onto the couch, landing in a reclining position, her knees still hooked over the armrest, her thighs invitingly parted.
Peter saw his opportunity, and the whole mad scheme flashed clearly in his mind, as if during that brief instant it had all played out in slow motion. It was the craziest idea he'd ever had in his life, but now he knew he had to do something far out.
The young boy had heard his friends talking about eating pussy, but he'd never believed anyone could seriously think of doing such a thing. And by the same token, until the other day he'd never believed women sucked men off. But his aunt had done it for him, and he had really liked it. And it only stood to reason she'd like having her pussy licked just as much.
His own excitement and curiosity rising by leaps and bounds, the eager boy moved without further contemplation.
Marilyn could hardly believe her eyes as Peter suddenly dropped to his knees at the end of the couch. She was in an awkward position with her thighs resting on the armrest and her legs dangling off at the knees, and she wasn't able to move to protect herself in time. The boy's hands caught her inner thighs just above the knees, holding her legs wide apart in spite of her attempts to close them. Then, as Marilyn stared down in helpless shock, the young boy leaned forward, sticking his head right up under her skirt between the warmth of her straining thighs. She gave out with a soft whimper, ceasing her struggles from the sheer paralyzing shock, as she felt her nephew's nose nudging her panties right over the already softly pulsing mound of her pussy.