When the moment of supreme ecstasy finally ebbed and Patti came back down to the real world, she took her foot off her nephew's shoulder. Leaning back against the wall, her tits jiggling with the heavy breathing, Patti flashed him a weak, satisfied smile.
"That was heavenly," she whispered as he rose to his feet. When she kissed him on the lips, Patti could smell and taste her own pussyjuice. "You're really quite a lover."
"I'm not done yet," Abel said, pushing his pants down to his knees. He grabbed one of Patti's firm tit-globes while, with the opposite hand, he guided his cock stick to her sloppy, tight cunt.
"Abel, don't!" Patti hissed, trying weakly to push him away. It seemed like every muscle in her body had suddenly refused to follow her mind's commands. The climax had drained her of all energy. She simply couldn't fight her nephew, couldn't deny him the cunt his cock desired so ardently.
As soon as Abel's pricktip was firmly and securely placed at the mouth of Patti's cunt, he rammed it home, jabbing his cock completely into the tight, wet confines of her pussy. The force of his impaling cockpole almost knocked the wind out of the young woman's body as she was slammed against the wall, her creamy tits mashing against his chest.
Patti sighed quietly. She slipped her arms over his shoulders for support. Her legs felt weak, and having only one shoe on made balance difficult. Also, Patti stood only five-three, and her nephew was nearly six feet tall.
Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, Abel hoisted his aunt up, lifting her as his prick stabbed deeper into her seething cunt. Her feet dangled down as Abel carried her, his prick still stretching her pussylips, to the counter. When Patti's butt was on the edge of the counter, Abel raised her right knee and began pummeling her humid pussyhole with lightning-like strokes of his cock.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" he grunted, punctuating every invasion of his cock into Patti's clutching, milking cunt. His hairy, cum-filled balls slapped against her asscheeks. The heat and tightness of Patti's pussy wouldn't take long to get Abel's prick to become overheated. He'd be spewing his nuts fuck-cream after only a few more strokes.
Patti's head rolled on her shoulders. Her body, normally so vibrant and full of life, was trembling, shivering, tossed about by her nephew's rampaging cockpole. When Abel kissed her neck and gouged his fingers painfully deep into her tit, a low, soulful moan escaped her lips. She had, by this time, forgotten all about Bruce and Carl in the living room.
"Aw, Goddamn it!" Abel hissed in a choked voice. He rammed his cock home, stabbing it to the hilt in Patti's cunt as the cum began flying, splattering against the walls of her pussy, flooding her womb.
The delirious sensation of having her cunt filled with manly fuck-cream sent Patti twitching and shivering through another climax. Though the pussyjuice gushed out, the cum wasn't as hard as the first one. But having cum twice in such a short time had drained the poor, over-fucked woman of whatever energy she had left.
When Abel pulled his fiery prick out of his aunt's cunt, she fell to the floor, landing on her knees then rolling onto her side. He knelt beside her head and grabbed his cock, squeezing it from the base toward the head, working out a thick, gooey drop of cum.
"Lick it off," he commanded.
Patti's eyes were closed as she gulped in refreshing air. She heard Abel, but she couldn't make her body move. She felt him rub the wet tip of his cock against her lips. Licking them, she tasted his salty spunk and remembered how delicious it had been when she had sucked him off and taken all of his cum in her mouth.
"Is everything all right in there?" Bruce called out from the living room. "What was that thumping?"
"It's nothing!" Abel answered, standing and hitching up his pants. "I just slipped. Dinner will be ready in just a little while."
He grabbed Patti's black panties from the floor and stuffed them in his pocket.
Patti eventually buttoned up her dress and put on her shoe. Her thigh-high stockings were askew, one down nearly to her knee.
"I'll be right back," she whispered to Abel. "Don't wait for me. Start dinner without me."
"Just hurry. They don't suspect a thing," Abel replied. The tired look on Patti's face pleased Abel. It was an ego-stroke to know that he could wear out a woman as experienced in the art of fucking as the great Patricia Fox.
CHAPTER SIX
After Patti had changed clothes and washed I her face with cold water, she felt a little better. The climaxes – two so close together – had really drained her precious bodily fluids.
The food was delicious, and Patti ate just as hearty as the three boys. Later, when the meal was finished, Patti started clearing the table. Since all of them wanted to help her, but there wasn't room for four people in the kitchen, Patti said that Carl could help her.
"That was fantastic," Carl said as he watched Patti working her hands in the soapy water, washing a plate clean. "I'm stuffed. I can't cat another thing."
"That's good," Patti said, handing the clean, wet plate to Carl to dry. "You're growing boys – all of you. You need good meals to grow even bigger and stronger."
Carl dried the plate and put it away in the cupboard. When he headed back to Patti's side, he naturally looked at the full, swollen curves of her ass. The lewd memory of her sucking his rampaging prick until he shot his balls off down her throat came back to him like a movie projector suddenly being switched on. Instantly his cock began to twitch in his slacks, stretching down his leg, becoming thicker and harder.
When Patti changed clothes, she had returned to the kitchen wearing a white blouse with a knee-length wrap-around skirt. She added a garter belt to help hold up her stockings.
From behind, Carl had a mouth-watering view of Patti's ass, encased in the tight skirt. He rubbed his prick through his pants, getting excited as he stepped closer to his aunt.
"I must confess that when I first found out you boys were going to be staying with me, I didn't like the idea," Patti said, rinsing soap off a cup before putting it in a draining rack. "But it's all worked out rather fiercely, don't you think?"
Carl slipped his hands under Patti's arms, cupping both milky tits. He pressed his fingers into the pliable, firm tit-flesh, caressing the nipples with his palms.
"You're not wearing a bra," Carl whispered in Patti's ear from behind.
"Carl, stop this!" Patti whispered urgently. She still had her hands in the soapy water and couldn't really defend herself much without making a ruckus that Abel and Bruce would hear.
"Why? You sucked me off when they were sleeping right next to me." Carl kissed Patti's ear, inhaling the fragrance of her perfume deeply as he massaged her tits. "They're in the other room now. We shouldn't have any trouble at all."
Patti squirmed in Carl's grasp. Despite herself, her nipples were sending hot tingles all through her body, making her pussy moist and dewy. One thing she hadn't done was put on panties, and she was afraid that if Carl would shove his hand up her skirt, he'd think she was ready and waiting for him.
"I want to fuck you," Carl whispered, unbuttoning his aunt's blouse. He reached inside and rolled her naked nipple between his fingers, rubbing his cock against the plush half-moons of her asscheeks. "What do you think about that?"
"I think it's absurd, that's what I think!"
"Come on, I know what kind of horny streak you've got inside you," Carl hissed, biting softly on Patti's earlobe. "Remember how you sucked me off the other night? Do you remember how you seduced me and took my big prick into your mouth? You sucked and sucked until I squirted like a fountain, then you swallowed it all. Every last fucking drop of my cunt."