"I was tired of the others," she said, watching his face. The moonlight was just bright enough for her to make out a smile. She smiled back. She realized that she was almost as drunk as she'd been that day she'd presented her nephew with her panties. Why did she always have to get drunk lately? But it made things so much easier. She looked hungrily at her nephew.
"I feel like I'm about to make a fool of myself again," she breathed, half-hoping Billy wouldn't hear her, half-hoping he would.
"When did you ever make a fool of yourself?" he asked.
"The other day when I gave you my panties." She felt the breeze blow the front of her jacket open. Billy took advantage of the moment to look at her exposed tit. The liquor made it easy for her to carry the ball another few yards.
"Do you like the way I look?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am," she laughed. "You never did when you were a child." She watched him rowing. His chest rippled in the blue light. And his trunks looked pretty tight now. She wondered how far she would take it. Probably far enough to start big trouble. All sex seemed to lead to big trouble sooner or later. But it was worth it after all was said and done. At least that was how she felt at the moment.
"Would you mind if I lay my head in your lap while you row?" she asked. She wasn't surprised at her brazenness. When she was drinking Margaret often said things she wouldn't dream of uttering any other time. Billy hadn't said yes or no so she turned in the boat and leaned back between his legs. He had his feet braced on a bottom runner of the boat and she found the warmth between his thighs exciting. She was careful not to put her head down directly on his groin. She knew he must have a terrific hard-on now. Yes, there it was.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's better," she cooed.
"Aunt Margaret?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Don't these trunks bind you while you're rowing?" She half turned, hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband. Billy stared down at her in amazement. She moved so she could push his knees together and began to work his trunks down. "Sit up so I can slide them off over your bottom," she laughed, really drunk with the brandy now. She plainly didn't give a damn what Billy or the world thought. Beneath those damp blue trunks was something she could hardly wait to get hold of. Billy grunted with surprise as she got his shorts down and off. Only then did she really take a good look at what lay exposed between his sunburned thighs. His cock was long and white and heavy looking. He was uncircumcised. This had an especially erotic effect upon Margaret. She'd never fooled around with an uncircumcised male before.
Billy had sat back to continue rowing. It was as if he was too flustered to do anything else. He certainly couldn't look into her face for long. Margaret was happy that it was dark enough to make things easier. Yet the moon was bright enough to illuminate the sexy state of her handsome nephew. He was a feast!
The oars bumped steadily as Billy rowed the boat towards the island. But Margaret knew she couldn't wait. She got down on her knees in front of him and began to smooth his thighs with her fingers. Billy couldn't hide his ragged breathing. And his cock throbbed stiff and dark, jutting up from between his thighs like a pleasure spear. Margaret saw that the foreskin had stretched back some to expose a tiny bit of glans. She wrapped a forefinger around the tight-fitting flesh and forced it back more. Billy dropped one oar and watched it float in the moonlit waves as the boat veered from its course. Margaret was panting herself, watching the dark blue flesh glisten in the rays of the moon as she eased back more and more foreskin. And then the protective covering popped back behind her nephew's flared crown. She let out a little gasp of delight.
"Oh, Christ, you're beautiful," she whimpered, licking her lips hungrily.
"Aunt Margaret, I'm really confused. I don't know what to think."
"Just don't think at all," she smiled, pushing hair out of her eyes. She hoped he thought she was pretty. She knew she wasn't a bad-looking female. She was damned well-preserved for someone her age. Most chicks went to ass when they were in their late twenties. She'd held onto all her attributes. And yet her nephew hadn't really said or done anything that might give her the impression he dug her body. She forced her shoulders back and arched her back so that her breasts rose up to him in the moonlight. The nipples were darkened tips of yearning flesh. She watched him gaze at her.
"God, Margaret, what if someone sees us out here?"
"The shore is a million miles away as far as I'm concerned!" And it did seem like a long ways back to where the laughter and splashing was. Even with the boat lolling aimlessly in the waves they seemed isolated. She put a hand on his shoulder. His face was very close to her breasts now. She thought she could see the look in Billy's eyes. The look of lust. The look that said he did appreciate the way she was put together.
"Do you like me? I mean do you like how I look?" Billy gave her a look of amazement, surprised at the question.
"God, Aunt Margaret, you've got to be kidding! I mean, you really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"You mean that?"
"God, yes!" He gave a little groan and gave in at last to his impulses. He took her shoulders and pulled her forward. She felt him gasp as his mouth opened to surround one of her tumid nipples. She let out a grunt of pleasure then and dug her nails roughly at the nape of his neck. They were sitting opposite each other, leaning forward to touch. She wanted to touch his cock very badly but couldn't reach it. Then he was kissing his way up her chest and she slid her hands down, fingers clawing for that lovely, hard shape. Billy sucked in a sharp breath as she caught it again and began to jack his foreskin.
"Maybe you'd better row," she breathed against his mouth. The gentle, wash of the waves was drifting them back toward the shore the slightest bit. Billy blinked and got the oars up. As he dipped them and headed the bow towards the island again, Margaret stared at his cock. The foreskin formed a thick, tight collar behind his glans. And that tip was bigger than ever! It looked almost purple with trapped blood and the glistening lubrication from her nephew's body almost dripped from the little lobes at the underside of the tip. She couldn't resist it any longer. She had to get that wonderful chunk of meat into her mouth! She just had to!
"Billy, I hope you understand what I'm doing. I mean, I've been wanting you very badly, and I don't get along that good with Mitch."
"Maybe you shouldn't tell me all this," Billy replied, obviously embarrassed by hearing these domestic details. Margaret persisted.
"No, it's better if you know. There's nothing complicated. I just want to make love with you."
"God, Aunt…"
"Just leave out the aunt part," she laughed. She put her hands on his knees and pushed them wider. Then she was down between them before he could even think of stopping her. But she hadn't really thought that he would. She could smell the sexy musk from his big prick as she jacked the foreskin up and down the shaft. The slippery juices completely covered the glans now and she longed to lick them off.
"Goddamn! Margaret!"
"You'll just keep rowing while I do this," she whispered, voice husky with passion.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to suck your lovely cock. I'm going to put it in my mouth slowly. I want you to feel it going between my lips. I want you to feel my teeth slip across the ridged part. Then maybe I'll bite you a little. I'll nibble at you and let you see how it feels to rub against the roof of my mouth. And then if you're real good, you'll feel something else. Something wonderful!"
"Oh, God, Margaret. If Mitch found out."
"Have you ever had your cock sucked by a woman before?" she asked, purposely ignoring his protest.