Margaret decided to go to her room. She was a little wobbly going upstairs but managed to get down the hall halfway before bumping a shoulder against the wall. It was then she noticed the door to her daughter's room ajar. Betty usually closed it whenever she wasn't around. Of course she may have forgotten. But Margaret paused anyway. Then she heard someone inside. A drawer closed, another opened. Margaret held her breath. It could only be Billy. What was her nephew doing in Betty's room? She eased up to the edge of the doorframe and leaned close.
She could see him standing in front of the dresser. Billy. His chest rose and fell as he gazed at the flimsy pink panties in his hands. Betty's panties. He rubbed the crotchband lovingly and held the dainty things to his face. A flush of hot excitement jolted through Margaret's body. She leaned against the wall, her breasts aching to be touched. She touched one through her silk dress. Her own panties were sopping wet from her juices. She had a sudden rush of desire that made her tremble. She felt like crying. Or doing something crazy. She moved silently away from the door and went back down the hall to Billy's room. His beck was neatly made and there was a paperback novel turned face down on the pillow. She stood there, feeling the masculinity of his presence though she was alone. And then Margaret lifted the hem of her dress and hooked bet thumbs over her satin panties. They came off over her ass in a way that made her moan.
"There. There they are," she gasped, holding the skimpy things up. The crotch was dark with sex butter. She arranged them neatly in the center of Billy's bed and stepped back. It was such a ridiculous thing to do! She reached out as if to snatch them back again but something made her stop. She was panting, her upper lip perspiring from excitement and frustrated desire. Before she could think of what to do, she turned and hurried out of her nephew's room and down the hall. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her heart pounded. What would he think when he found those bright red undies there in the middle of his bed? Would he know they were hers? And why had she done such a ridiculous thing? She was drunk. Yes, that was it. She should hurry back and retrieve them. How absurd to even consider such a foolish thing. She felt suddenly very wicked, perverse.
"I've got to get them before he gets back to his room," she muttered, slipping into the hall again. She padded barefoot down the thick carpet and saw that the door was as she'd left it. She pushed into her nephew's room without hesitating and then stopped with a little cry of shock. Billy was standing by his bed, her red panties in his fingers. There was a small smear of something glossy on his nose. And Margaret knew at once that her nephew had only seconds before pushed her soppy panties against his face to sniff them.
"I-I…" She blushed, trembled with panic. Billy was blushing too. He looked at the panties and closed his fingers around them. From his other hand dangled the pink ones he'd taken from Betty's drawer. Only then did Margaret see that the boy had a hard-on. It pushed the front of his jeans out in a lump. She could even see the way the head was formed. His cock looked huge. But then how could she know.
Her eyes flicked back to his face again and she saw that he'd noticed her glance. He tried to smile but his embarrassment made the expression into something else. She touched her hair self-consciously. Then she walked straight over to him. She had to look up into his eyes. He was still trembling. Margaret felt the liquor hot in her veins. She put her long fingers up to touch his chin. Such a lovely, young chin. Her red nails dragged lightly across his temples. And then she curled them into the nape of his neck. Opening her lips slightly she put them softly against Billy's. He gave a little gasp of surprise as she tilted her head and let her body ride forward against his. She could feel the lump in his pants now. It was throbbing just like Mitch's cock did when he was hot.
"Aunt Margaret," Billy said finally when she moved her lips to his cheek. "God, Aunt Margaret!"
"If you call me Aunt Margaret again I'll never forgive you." She smiled to let him know she was only kidding. A raging desire raced through her. And close behind was the guilt and fear and shame of what she was doing.
Her nephew was shocked and confused, obviously embarrassed too. But he was aroused by her sudden show of affection. She longed for one of his hands to slide under her dress, slide up her thigh. And then she was running. Out of his room, anyway. God, how could she have done such a thing? What if Mitch found out? Or did she really give a damn if he found out or not? She was sobbing now, wanting a drink bad. She found the bottle and her glass and poured it half full. But the first sip turned her stomach. Her body was feverish and hungry. Her pussy was slippery with her juices and when she ran a hand under her dress to touch the naked spot she gave a lusty little groan.
"I wanted to grab him so bad," she muttered to herself. "What stopped me?"
She imagined her nephew with her panties in his room. What did a young man do with a pair of women's panties? Did he nuzzle and kiss them? Did he wrap them around his hard cock? Just the thought of such things made Margaret's cunt tinge. At last she could stand it no longer and hurried to her room. She noticed on her way down the hall that Billy was back in his own room, the door closed. But she couldn't stop to wonder what he might be doing. She had to get to her vibrator. She had to penetrate her body with the thing and shove it in and out while the buzzing, tickling sensation brought fresh blood to her clit.
She found it in the bottom of a drawer, fell back on her bed and yanked up the hem of her thin dress. Her lips opened easily as she worked the tip between the dainty folds and pressed it up and in. Then she turned the base of the device and her shoulders trembled as the waves of pleasure jolted through her. With her lips curled back from her teeth, Margaret began to slide the plastic cock into her vagina.
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't you think that Margaret should know?" Alice asked. The third beer had made her a little woozy. She wasn't used to drinking. Not in a bar. Mitch was sipping some kind of drink he'd ordered. The place was full of people and was pretty noisy. She'd thought that Betty and Lee would meet them there too but so far there'd been no sign of them. Mitch had taken off his glasses and was leaning close to her. She couldn't hear what he was saying for the noise. The band had started up again and people were clapping and hollering.
"What did you say?" she said back.
"I said you look like an angel."
Alice blushed. She'd felt a little on the defensive this afternoon when Mitch had taken them all to town. She'd almost been afraid to pull any of her teasing like she had earlier in the week. In fact she'd stayed pretty much to herself after that little incident Friday with Lee on the island in the lake. But Mitch wanted to celebrate some big real estate deal and had taken her and his own daughter and son to town.
Earlier in the day Alice had thought about taking the motor boat out to the island by herself to do a little nude sunbathing so all she had on was a halter-top and a pair of white shorts. She felt strange sitting so close to Mitch without so much as a pair of panties on. The shorts didn't do much to make her feel dressed. And he kept looking down the front of the little halter. It was blue with white polkadots and her big tits pushed the front open something awful. She liked the comfortable way it felt and usually chose it when she was going to be alone. But in this crazy bar with Mitch hovering there by her she felt a little self-conscious. He'd been in such a hurry to leave for town that she hadn't had time to change.
"Eighteen is a good age," he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders.
"Why, Uncle Mitch?"