Except you, Jackie guessed he was saying, feeling her pulse quicken. She was acting like some crazed matron, she told herself. And yet, damn it, she wasn't matronly.
Jack was touching her hair.
"Jack, perhaps we'd better get in the house."
But she couldn't move. As she started getting up, Jackie felt how hot she'd become. Her panty-crotch rubbed wetly against her pussy, slipping briefly into her ass-crack and touching her clit ever so lightly, ever so deliciously. Jackie bit her lip, sitting back down and looking up at the stars again.
"No, I don't want to – not yet, anyway."
Could he smell her hot cunt? Jackie wondered. She couldn't catch her breath. She put one hand to her throat, closed her eyes, and concentrated on breathing evenly. She managed to get herself under control. Now, Jackie thought, all she had to do was get this situation under control and they would be all right.
Jack was staring at her, studying her with that intense, boyish gaze of his. He was smiling, a kind of confident, yet diffident, smile that stripped the veil of her indifference away.
"No! Jack, don't do this! It's just not right!" she whispered, trying to push him away.
But something had started, something over which she had no control. He was kissing her hair, one hand on her shoulder. Jackie trembled, feeling his fingers burning through her jersey. She could hear a door opening and shrank away from Jack's touch. It was Evelyn, bustling in the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and taking something out.
"Are you all right out there, Jackie?"
"Oh, yes, everything's fine," she answered, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. "You just go back in and enjoy television. I'll be inside – in a bit."
The door closed again, leaving the two of them alone. It was dangerous, very dangerous. She was contemplating committing incest with her own nephew – and nearly under the roof of her own sister! But she did nothing to stop it, sitting there, back straight, eyes looking ahead as if she were at attention, while Jack pushed his luck and leaned toward her.
He was kissing her now on the neck. His lips were hot and wet. He was touching her all over with his mouth, touching all the right spots in the right way. He had more than a little experience. That shy, foot-shuffling little ploy of his was a good defense, a good way to work his way into a woman's heart. Jackie could feel more than a little confidence in his moves now, as he zeroed in on her like a fighter pilot. Jackie almost giggled. She had to be crazy, or a nymphomaniac.
"Jack, what are you… you can't do that sort of thing with me… not here, not anywhere," she protested, raising both hands and pressing them lightly against his chest.
"I can do it anywhere. That's what you want, isn't it, Aunt Jackie? Or should I call you Jackie?"
It was a completely different Jack, one she liked a good deal better. She felt herself surrender her matronly guise for that of a woman wanting a man, a woman attracted to and needing that special warm touch only a man could give. Her hand fluttered up to his neck. She could feel him holding her harder, could feel his tongue and teeth against her neck. She thought of the dog and shivered.
"No, please, not here!"
"You're right. Come on," he said, getting up and taking her by the hand.
Nervously, Jackie looked back, sure no one had seen them. The dim light in the living room flickered, indicating her sister and husband were still watching television.
She and Jack were nearly running down the small hillock toward the barn. The building loomed like a giant in the darkness. Jackie pulled back, slowing down. She didn't want to fuck in there – not in there, where she had done so many other things with the animals. It just didn't seem… right!
"It's the only place. I don't wanna take you to town and go to a motel. Come on!" Jack said, tugging her into the building.
She could hear Lightning stomping and whinnying the moment they entered. But Bodego. Where was he? Jackie wondered. She had seen him shortly after dinner romping outside, playing with his shadow, then romping up and trying to catch low-swooping birds. Now she had no idea where the animal had taken off to. How awful if he should show up while she and Jack…
Jackie shook her head. No, she didn't even want to think about it.
"Here."
He lay a blanket over the straw in the first stall, straightening it, then taking her by the shoulders and gently setting her down on it. Jackie liked his firm manner. Now she could see the change in his face. Where there had been uncertainty earlier, there was now the firm confidence of an experienced lover.
She trembled as he untucked her jersey from her shorts, raising it over her head, the soft material frictioning her stiff nipples and making her gasp with its teasing touch. Jack threw the garment to one side, staring down at her full, high-riding tits. He raised a hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against her nipples.
Jackie liked that! He dropped his head, his tongue gingerly wetting one dark aureole. The boy's hand fell to her lap, unzipping her shorts, squirming them down from around her hips. She helped, raising her pert little ass from the blanket for a moment, feeling the material rubbing sexily against her thighs. She was trembling now, as she felt his hand grazing her belly, touching her ever so lightly, ever so wonderfully!
"Jack… oh, God!"
She felt her cunt getting wet while Jack slipped his hand over her cunt. He was groaning into her mouth, battling his tongue with hers, drinking in her spit while sealing their mouths together. She groaned back into his throat, feeling his finger slipping into her flooding cunt-crack.
Jackie thought she would explode with that touch. It was the lusty touch of a man, a man wanting her, a man wanting to stick his cock into her and make her cum all night! She thought about that and groaned once more, her legs kicking apart, her thighs spread wide for that event. She was kissing him back – a yearning, hurried, hungry kiss, the kiss of someone wanting to be fucked as hard and fast as possible.
Jack's fingers eased up into her cunt a little farther. The woman tightened her cunt-lips around his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to push him deeper. Yes, she wanted him deeper, wanted him all the way into her pussy, touching her cunt completely, sticking into her cunt until she felt her body halved by his touch.
Jackie let out a shivery groan, bouncing her ass smartly against the soft blanket underneath, that movement making her tits jiggle and slap together. The woman couldn't believe she had let this go ignored for so long, here at her sister's house!
"Wow, you're really something else, Jackie! I've been watching you for a long time," Jack confessed, pulling free of her lips for the moment and staring at her. "I've wanted to do this to you for a while. I've been jacking off, thinking about fucking you, thinking about sticking my prick into you and getting off."
His filthy words excited Jackie all the more. She thought about him alone in his room pounding his cock-meat, rolling his ass, thinking about her fucking him while she was in the barn jerking her ass around, letting Bodego and Lightning fuck and lick her.
She should have been ashamed of herself, she knew. But somehow it all fit together – the animal fucking, the incest she was now committing. It was all fitting into her life, making it far less grim, and certainly far more exciting than it had been since her husband had walked out on her.
Jackie was on her back, her clothes having since been completely removed. She was in a woozy, high haze. Jack was bending over her, licking her, drawing his tongue over her tummy, making the muscles shiver and tighten with that touch. Just like the dog, Jackie thought, rocking her ass, feeling the buttery slide of her cunt-lips against one another as her pussy-juice oozed out of her cunt.
Jack was taking off his clothes, having pulled off his t-shirt, and now slipping off his faded jeans. His prick was big – very, very big – nearly as long and thick as the cock that had stuck out from between the stallion's hind legs. Only Jack's cock was shaped far differently Jackie noticed. So pink, his cock-head being purple, and those blue veins throbbing regularly against the tight-skinned outer flesh!