Reluctantly, she turned and went into the house. Its going to be a long night, even longer now that the carnal fires that had once burned brightly in her guts had been rekindled. She moved her hand over her gash and felt the juices stirring, leaking, oozing from her snatch. Her passions were poorly hidden. What she needed was cock and lots of it.
As she passed her nephew's room, something stopped her and made her look inside. She glanced in and saw him sprawled across the bed, the sheets barely covering his naked body.
Gloria didn't remember what happened next. She had to have slipped into Larry's room and closed the door lightly behind her. The woman guessed she stood and simply watched her sleeping nephew for long minutes, maybe as long as a half-hour.
The thoughts running through her mind were terrible ones. Dirty. Filthy. Incestuous.
Larry was the image of his father and recently graduated from high school. Jobs were hard to find, especially for those with just high school diplomas, and he was trying the best he could to find something, get a job and money and move out. Until then, his parents said he could stay on. Gloria hadn't really approved of that, she thought a young man should get out and into the world and enjoy himself as much as possible.
That had been before the reawakening of her own lust. Now she heartily approved of Larry's staying around. She walked closer to his sleeping form like she was stepping on eggs. Each time her dainty foot went down, she was sure it would awaken the youth. He slept on soundly, however.
She reached out and was surprised to find her hand shaking uncontrollably as she pulled the sheet off his naked body. She almost came when she saw his prick. It was half erect and jerking lightly. Gloria wondered what dreams were going through his mind.
Studying his youthful, muscular body increased the older woman's desires to the breaking point. Never before had she looked at her nephew as she was looking at him now. He'd been her flesh and blood, kin, not to be touched. After seeing his father in full action earlier, she wondered if his son might not have the same fucking equipment.
He obviously did.
She licked her lips as she watched his cock bounce and dance around. He moaned softly once and mumbled something which the woman couldn't understand. Whatever it was he was dreaming about, it was erotic as hell. She could tell by the cock's motion up and down.
How she wanted to have that cock firm and erect and fucking her! She would do anything for that. He might not be his father in performance, but the woman couldn't doubt that the size of his prick would be a real pussy-pleasing treat.
Yet, this was her nephew. She couldn't just come right out and ask him if he wanted to fuck his aunt. Sure, she wasn't that much older than he was. She wasn't even twice as old, but, she remembered the way teenagers thought about anyone over twenty-one.
She couldn't possibly want him sexually, either. He was her nephew. She had responsibilities toward him and they didn't include his sexual pleasure.
The woman found herself at a loss to explain why she dropped to her knees and reached out to lightly stroke his prick. This was exactly opposite from everything she had been telling herself. Perhaps it was a case of her body knowing its needs more than her mind. She didn't stop to think about it. The feel of his meaty fuck stick in her hand was too warm, too pleasant, for her to stop now.
It might have been wrong, but it felt right to her. And that spurred her on. She began stroking up and down the half erect pillar of cock flesh until she could feel the warmth from the friction seeping into her hand. The way the cock responded was reassuring, too. He didn't wake up but his prick stiffened into a hard, round fucking tool that would have given any woman intense pleasure and complete satisfaction sexually.
She watched the tip of his cock turn an ugly purple. She had never seen a lovelier sight in her life. She wished she had the nerve to straddle his waist, spread her legs wantonly wide, let that cock slip into her cunt and then fuck the living hell out of herself.
She didn't.
She hesitated at the thought of actually taking that cock into her cunt. This was her nephew. Aunts didn't fuck their own teenaged nephews. That was wrong, completely, absolutely evil. She couldn't explain why, but the more she fondled his pecker, the more she wanted it.
Her mouth began to water at the thought of taking his cock into her mouth and tonguing it. She could suck on the very tip and give him all the pleasure her husband had received from her in years past. She was good at giving head. Enjoying it made her both willing and expert. The only thing she loved more than giving a man a blow job was taking that same prick all the way up into her cunt while it fucked her.
"No," she sobbed, "I can't do it." For a ghastly moment, she thought she had awakened the youth. He only stirred and turned slightly so that his prick was shoved more powerfully into her grip. His hits began a slow fucking motion as if he wanted more from her hand than she was willing to give him.
The smile dancing at the corners of his lips convinced her that she wasn't doing anything the youth wouldn't approve of. He was enjoying his dream and this may have been part of it. She couldn't deny him that dream and its delights!
Her hand closed more firmly around his throbbing staff of cock. She stroked up and down with more vigor until the flesh flowing under her fingers was hot to the touch.
She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to taste this prick, to find out of it was as delicious as it looked. Bending forward, she tossed her thick mane of brown hair back over her shoulder and applied her ruby lips to the tip of her nephew's prick.
The woman was sure this would wake him up. It surprised the hell out of her when it didn't. He muttered something like, "Go on. Do it," and then smiled more broadly, but the woman was certain he wasn't really awake. He probably thought this was just an overly vivid dream.
She sucked. She used every wile she had to make sure that this would be the best blow job the youth had ever received. Gloria's mouth closed to form a perfect seal around the thickness of her nephew's prick. She used her tongue to run lightly around the rim of his glans, then work more vigorously down the sides of the shaft. When she had loved all she could reach of the portion in her mouth, she toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling under the head of the cock.
She knew this was the most sensitive portion of a man's cock and she gave it special attention. Her rough, pink tongue stroked back and forth over this area until the teenager was writhing around on the bed. She hesitated, sure he would wake up now.
He didn't.
And she went back to sucking hard on his prick.
She changed her tactics a little. She pushed his cock from her mouth using her tongue. When only the very tip of his cock rested against her soft lips, she tried to shove her tongue down his piss-slit. It wasn't possible and she knew it, but trying was so much fun!
He groaned loudly and turned over fully onto his back. She had to climb onto the bed to follow his action. There wasn't enough money in the world to make her give up on sucking his cock now. She had tasted it and the male musk aroused her more fully than had the sight of Frank and Denise fucking their brains out.
She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come that beaded at the end of his fuck stick and knew it wouldn't be long before he got his rocks off. She reached down and cupped the balls in one hand. She squeezed lightly and began to knead and massage his nuts. He groaned even louder and his prick snapped and jerked around like a tall pole in a high wind.