She stifled a gasp. Even from this distance his cock resembled his father's and his uncle's too. Her cunt creamed for his teenaged cock. She found herself salivating for it. She wanted to sink her teeth into his cockhead and suck the jism from his balls.
She knew people thought she was shy and withdrawn, but in her heart she was aggressive and daring. She glanced down at her tits and hugged her arms around her chest when the boy took his prick in his fist.
Now her pussy and mouth both drooled. She had every intention of bursting into the room, but for now she wanted to watch him masturbate.
Fortunately Mark didn't start pumping away. Instead he held the very tip of his cockhead, and squeezed it lightly. He used his free hand to cradle his balls. Mona's breathing became labored, she was so turned-on.
She sank back into the dark hallway as he stood before the mirror above his dresser. He flexed his muscles and raised his arms over his head. She relaxed when he pulled his tee-shirt off and admired his naked body. He grinned at his image in the mirror before returning to bed.
"Who's out there?" he, said.
Mona froze, but only briefly. Then she slipped into the room and faced him, eyeball to eyeball.
"It's me, Mark. Your door was open and I wanted to make sure you were okay. And it looks like you're in fine shape." Her hands on her hips, she smiled as she stared at his prick.
"Jesus Christ!" he murmured.
She had confidence now. She sat down on the bed next to him and closed her fingers around his cock.
"It's nice and hard," she said. "Too hard to waste, don't you think?"
"Yeah, if you say so, Aunt Mona," he said as she stroked his hot-fleshed prick.
"I've been standing there watching you," she said excitedly, gently stroking his prick. "I can make you feel so good, Mark. Much better than you can make yourself feel."
"Jesus, okay, Aunt Mona," he croaked as she hovered over him.
She wasted no time in undressing. She noticed his eyes as he drank in her pointed tits and dark blonde pussy. She was intent on making his prick rock-hard. When it was very, very hard she planned to sit on it.
Her own pleasure was intense as she pumped his cock. Mark's nose twitched and his chest heaved as her fingers flew up and down his prickshaft.
Suddenly, without any warning, his cock exploded, spraying her hand with slick jism. She hummed as she pumped and licked up the excess spunk drenching her fingers.
"Well," she said, "that's out of the way. Now I'll make it hard again."
Flopping onto her belly between his legs, she began hungrily licking his prick. She loved the taste of the come that clung to his cock and balls. She loved the way he gazed at her as she tenderly licked his nuts.
It took longer than she expected to bring his cock up again, but she enjoyed herself so much it didn't matter.
"I'm going to get on top of you when we fuck," she said.
"Sure, Aunt Mona," Mark said.
She reminded him of his cousin. What would Betsy say if she knew he had fucked her mother?
"I'm going to suck it again first, but I don't want you to come in my mouth. Promise?"
"Yeah."
Lowering her head, she once again zeroed in on his balls. She loved the special taste and smell of his nuts. She tongued them for a while and then worked her lips halfway down his cockshaft.
"You're not scared, are you?" she said.
"Naw."
Her soft moist lips sucked on his cocktip. "Do you think you're going to like fucking me?"
"Sure."
Mounting him, she pushed his legs apart and moved his prick between her thighs. She raised her ass, held his cock at the entrance to her cunt and sank down.
"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed, throwing her head back when his prick entered her.
Mark groaned when his aunt's pussy closed around his sensitive cockhead. She was as tight and slick-feeling as his mother and he had to use every ounce of control he could muster not to come.
She paid little attention to him after that. She held her tits and caressed them as she bounced up and down over his prick.
"God, I love it!" she chanted again and again. "God, I love fucking!"
"Can I suck your cunt when we're through?" Mark said.
Bending down over him, the wanton blonde kissed him full on the mouth. "Give me some tongue," she purred, holding his cock inside her strong-muscled cunt. "We'll talk about sucking me later."
CHAPTER NINE
Mona couldn't believe her ears. "You've been having an affair with who?" she gasped.
"I've been having an affair with Gramps," Lisa said with a drunken giggle. "And don't look so surprised. There's a lot of life left in the old boy."
"But he's your father-in-law!" Mona said.
"If you're going to have an affair, why with him?"
Lisa sipped her Bloody Mary and shrugged. "I thought you'd understand. I had the feeling you were doing your number too."
"Oh, Lisa, how could you?"
Lisa wondered if she'd made a mistake in being so frank with her sister-in-law. The booze made it so easy and yet now that the words were out she was beginning to be sorry she'd spoken. The two women were spending an evening alone. After dinner they began drinking and now neither one was feeling any pain.
"Look, I was exaggerating slightly," Lisa said. "I just did it once or twice. Here, have another drink. It's just that I got bored and Gramps was there so I tried it. Don't tell me you never get bored with Ted because I won't believe you."
"Ted and I have a very good marriage," Mona bristled. "Neither of us fools around."
Lisa stared at her. Mona was either a fool or a liar or both.
"We're all happily married," Lisa said. "But that doesn't stop us from living. Alan adores me, but I'm certain he has an occasional fling with some cheap little blonde."
Mona reddened and reached for her drink. "I wish you wouldn't refer to blondes as cheap."
"Don't be so sensitive. I wasn't talking about you."
"Anyway, I didn't say I've never cheated on Ted."
Lisa giggled and brought her feet up on the sofa. "Now you're talking. Who's the lucky guy?"
Mona sucked on a piece of ice and gazed at Lisa over the rim of her glass.
"A few more of these and I'll be giving you all the details, but until then it's none of your business."
"Deadhead."
The two women had never been very close and they seldom discussed sex. But since their husbands were brothers they were forced to spend time together and occasionally shared confidences.
"Stinker," Lisa said, wrinkling her nose. "I told you about Gramps and me."
"I didn't make you tell."
"Don't you ever have the urge to do something really wild?"
"I guess so," Mona mused. "I'm only human and we all have our fantasies, don't we?"
Lisa thought bout Mark. "And some of us live ours," she smiled.
"I think I'm getting drunk," Mona said. "How much vodka did you put in these, anyway?"
Lisa refilled their glasses. "Drink up and don't worry about it. It's fun to let your guard down once in a while, don't you think?"
Mona took a big gulp of her fresh drink. "I guess so." She pushed her hair back. "It's warm in here, isn't it?"
Lisa placed her glass on the coffee table and sat forward on the sofa. "That damn air conditioner isn't working right. I keep telling Alan about it, but you know how men are." With a crooked grin the brunette began unbuttoning her blouse. "I think I'll take this thing off. You don't mind, do you?"
She unbuttoned her blouse, removed it and casually tossed it onto a chair. Mona choked on her drink. Her sister-in-law had no bra on. She was naked from the waist up!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lisa said. "You've seen my tits before."
"You just surprised me, that's all."