Now Joan was wrapping her arms around her sister's thighs and pressing the entire lower-half of her face into Peg's cunt. She was using her tongue with more vigor than Peg had, and Peg was writhing with the resulting ecstasy.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, God!" Peg cried. "Joan, I'm going to come!"
Joan sent her tongue up Peg's grasping cave.
"Lick my clit!" Peg hollered in desperation. "Yeahhhhhhh!"
Joan kept her tongue working on Peg's clit until Peg pushed her head away. Soon the satisfied sisters were in each other's arms again, licking their cunt juice from each other's mouths.
"I can taste my cunt on your mouth," Joan said. "It's good."
"I can taste mine on your mouth too," Peg agreed. "But I liked tasting your juice right from your cunt."
"I never thought eating a pussy could be so exciting," Joan said. "No wonder men like doing it so much."
"I'll never forget this," Peg said.
And Peg was thinking that now she had crossed a line of perversion that she could never re-cross.
She was a pervert, and could never be anything else. But she liked being in that category. It seemed to open up new horizons. She was already dreaming of her next perverted exploit, and Ben would be a part of it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Ben came home and saw the red sports car in front of the house, he felt excitement growing within him – and he didn't even know if the owner of the car was visiting his house. He certainly couldn't have known that it belonged to his sexy Aunt Joan, or what she had been doing with his mother. Maybe it was ESP – but in any case, by the time Ben walked through the back door, his prick was stiff.
When he saw Joan sitting in the living room he was hit by another jolt of excitement. He barely recognized his aunt. It wasn't that she had changed – he had. The last time Ben saw her he wasn't old enough to want to fuck her. Now, though as soon as he laid eyes on her he knew he would gladly die if only he could fuck her.
"Hello, Ben," Joan said as she got up from her chair. "Gee, I haven't seen you in years."
Ben was struck dumb as he watched his aunt come toward him. Her full tits were held tightly in a blouse that was opened almost below them. Part of the tanned globes were overflowing the blouse.
"Hi," Ben croaked.
Then Joan was hugging him. He could feel her tits pressing on his chest. Her belly pressed against the lump in his pants, and Ben couldn't help wondering if Joan could feel the throbbing cock in his pants. He wanted to wrap his arms around Joan, but he was afraid that if he did he might not be able to let go.
"Let me look at you," Joan said as she stepped back.
Holding the boy by the shoulders at arm's length, she looked up and down his tall body. Ben felt himself leaning forward in a futile effort to hide his stiff prick. He felt a wave of passion rush through his as his aunt's eyes passed over his crotch.
"Well, you're all grown up," Joan said.
Ben felt like an idiot. He couldn't think of a thing to say to this woman who was driving him into a fit of horny passion. He was still stunned by the feelings of her gorgeous tits on his chest. He finally recovered enough to ask his aunt how she was and what she was doing in town. They had a nice conversation, even though Ben kept tripping over his words as his eyes sank to Joan's tits.
"Well, I see you two are getting reacquainted," Peg said as she came into the room.
Ben was surprised to see his mother looking so sexy. She was wearing a blouse he'd seen often enough, but now, rather than having buttoned the blouse, Peg had its sides tied together just below her tits. That way, the blouse held her huge jugs like hammocks. And the tops of her tits showed amazingly.
Ben wondered why his mother was dressed so sexily now. Maybe it had something to do with Joan's being there, he thought. But in any case, having these two older and sexy women around was going to keep Ben's prick hard. He didn't mind. The show was worth putting up with a little extra horniness. Besides, he could at least dream that he had a chance of fucking his aunt.
The three of them went out to dinner. And although both chicks dressed up, they still looked outrageously sexy. Ben was proud to be seen with them.
Then they went home, where they sat around talking all evening.
Ben loved hearing the stories he heard from these sisters. They laughed as they told funny stories about the rest of the family. Ben learned things he never would have guessed, like how the sisters had found out that their father had had a young mistress, and how they used to peek at them fucking.
By bedtime, Ben was ready to jerk off. In fact, he knew that if he didn't jerk off after an evening of watching his mother and aunt, shaking their tits and asses in their sexy outfits, he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He lay in bed listening to the women passing back and forth in front of his bedroom door. He brought back to his mind the way they had looked that evening, and he imagined what Joan would look like naked. Of course, since he peeked at his mother he knew what she looked like naked. That memory helped bring him to the peak of excitement.
Ben was moving the loose skin of his prick up and down, getting close to an orgasm, when he heard a knock on his door.
He froze, his prick was throbbing in his fist and someone wanted something from him. He couldn't imagine what. But there was nothing to do but tell them to come in.
The door opened and Ben saw Joan slip into the room.
"Hi," she whispered.
Ben pressed his jerking cock down on his stomach so it wouldn't look like a tent-pole, holding up his sheet. Joan was walking right over to him.
She sat on the side of his bed. Ben couldn't dare hope that she had come to fuck him or anything of that sort. He was cursing himself for beginning to jerk off before he was sure that nothing was going to happen.
"I haven't seen you in so long that I just couldn't resist coming in and talking for a minute or two before going to bed," Joan said.
Ben was still holding his cock down, but he'd been so close to coming and Joan's fragrant presence was so exciting, he thought he might come at any second.
"I just wanted to tell you how nice it is to see my own nephew grown into a good-looking guy," Joan said.
As she spoke, she put a hand on Ben's thigh.
Ben thought for a moment of trying to kiss his aunt. But he knew he could never get up the nerve. There was just enough light in the room for him to see that her robe was opened, but not enough light for him to see inside it. The thought that her tits could be seen except for a lack of light drove Ben crazy.
Then he got an inspiration. Maybe he couldn't bring himself to kiss her, but there was nothing to stop him from switching on the light.
He still hadn't said a word. He reached over and turned on the lamp next to his bed.
"Oh," Joan said. She held her hand in front of her eyes as a stark light flooded the room.
Although the light was blinding Ben kept his eyes opened, and stared into the opened robe his aunt wore. One of her tits was completely exposed. The other about half visible. Ben's eyes seemed glued to the visible tit. He saw how the brown nipple was hard and puckered.
"The light blinded…" Joan stopped speaking for a second. Then she completed the sentence, "…me for a second."
Ben knew that Joan had stopped talking when she realized that he was looking at her tits. But he left his gaze resting on the exposed jugs. For one thing, he was powerless to remove his gaze from the beauty of her tits. For another, he wanted his aunt to know that he was turned on by her.