CHAPTER SEVEN
Patti was exceedingly angry with herself. There was a certain, almost delicious throbbing in her asshole that always reminded her of the brutal way Carl had fucked her. That didn't bother Patti though. She knew that the next time she had a big, powerful cock ramming up her ass it would feel nothing less than heavenly. In fact, she was looking forward to putting some oil on her puckered asshole and asking one of the boys to ram his meat in to the hilt.
What made Patti so angry was that she had gained a pound from the huge spaghetti dinner that she made and then devoured. Always one to have to watch her weight, Patti carded a few extra pounds, but did them in a sexy way. However, the balance was a tenuous one, one that needed to be constantly maintained and monitored.
The following day Patti stayed away from the boys and didn't eat anything. Whenever she dieted, her horniness grew twofold. It was Patti's philosophy that if she couldn't eat, the least she could do was chew on some delicious cock-meat.
Somehow Patti never quite managed to get alone with any of the three boys. All of them wanted to be with her, never letting her out of their sight. In consequence, none of them had the chance to fuck her, eat her pussy, or have her deliver one of the special Patricia Fox Supreme Deep-throat Blowjobs.
The next morning Patti awoke with two intense needs – hunger and horniness. She kicked her feet over the edge of the couch and stretched her arms over her head. Her mountainous tits wiggled tautly, the darkened areolas pointed with throbbing erect nipples that tingled and itched for attention.
Walking into the bedroom, Patti decided to be casual for the day. She pulled from her drawers a pair of cut-off jeans that showed off all of her legs and nearly all her ass, and a tank top that was a size or two too small.
Patti was almost sad that none of the boys awoke when she went into the bedroom. She would have, without a moment's hesitation, knelt at the edge of the bed and sucked one of them off. The big-titted brunette was so hot for cock-meat she probably would have fucked and sucked all three of them at once, dropping the pretense of being the sweet young aunt and letting the boys know that none, of them had exclusive rights to the pleasures her body could and would provide.
But it didn't work out that way, so as Patti made her morning coffee she embroidered "July 3" on her panties and then got dressed. The tank top seemed to mold perfectly to the enormous swells of her creamy tits, stretching tight around the mounds. The material, being stretched as it was, did not completely hide her areolas. If one looked closely, the dark areolas were plainly visible. The nipples, in Patti's aroused, excited state, were constantly poking out, making sharp dents in the shirt.
As Patti prepared breakfast for the boys, she thought about Bruce. He seemed to be the innocent one, the one who had the least experience in fucking. When Bruce had sucked on Patti's tits and jerked off, Patti had felt almost maternal. She decided then that he would be the one to fuck her, or at least get his rocks off with her help.
"Maybe I should keep playing the game," Patti said aloud, thinking of the role she had played – the one of the woman hoping the boy get through difficult times while not really enjoying the sexual aspects of the task.
"What was that?" Bruce asked, stepping out of tile bedroom.
Patti wheeled around, her eyes wide with shock. The movement caused her tits to jiggle and slosh on her chest.
"Oh! You frightened me!" Patti said. "I didn't know you were up."
"I'm sorry, Aunt Patricia. I didn't mean to. I thought you were saying something to me." Bruce went to Patti and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He did not resist the temptation to accidentally rub his body against her tits. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and his prick was paying attention, becoming hard inside his trousers and underwear. "Mmmmm! Breakfast smells delicious… and so do you."
Patti was too horny to be patient. She took Bruce's large hand in hers and looked tenderly into his eyes.
"Are you all right, Bruce? Is everything okay with you?"
"Sure! Everything's just fine."
"I mean… is all of you calm and satisfied? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Bruce now understood what his lovely Aunt Patricia was hinting at. He immediately blushed crimson, balling his hands into tight fists at his sides. He figured his aunt had let him suck on her tits only because she felt guilty about giving him the hard-on. Not for a second did he believe that she would assist him in getting his rocks because she wanted to. Or because she was horny.
He cast his eyes down to her swollen nipples the areolas showed through the straining shirt. It hugged her curvaceous body like a second skin, showing off everything she had to offer. Looking directly at her tits, Bruce's cock grew to enormous proportions, bulging out the front of his pants. He cursed himself for getting a hard-on, but also realized that there was really nothing he could do to stop his maddening, continually horny urges.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Patricia," Bruce said, unable to look into his aunt's beautiful blue green eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I look at you and… it comes up."
"It's not your fault," Patti said tenderly. Her mouth watered as she gazed lovingly at the huge tent at Bruce's crotch. That cock, she knew, was going to do something wonderful to her body soon. "It's mine. It's the way I dress. It's because you're a young man, a virile young man who has strong needs. I understand completely… and I'll help you. Don't you worry, my precious darling, I'll help you."
Patti was just about to drop to her knees and suck Bruce off right there in the kitchen when she heard a sound coming from the bedroom. She quickly turned to the stove and resumed cooking as Bruce darted into the living room. A moment later Carl, looking very sleepy, walked out.
By noon Patti was so horny the pussyjuice was making her panties cling to the lips of her cunt. She was certain that if she got any hotter, the slick oil that seeped from her pussy would stain her cut-offs and make it all too obvious to her nephews that she was horny for their cocks.
When the mail came, things looked even worse for Patti. There was a letter from her niece, explaining that she would arrive July 4 via car to pick up her three older brothers and take them home.
Upon reading the letter, Patti's heart sank. She had forgotten that the boys were scheduled to leave July 5. The wanton brunette with the enormous tits had just two days left with them – and on one of the days she'd have to contend with their sister, who would undoubtedly make it more difficult for her to get fucked and eaten secretly.
Desperate now, Patti instructed Carl and Abel to clean up the bedroom – which was a mess – while she and Bruce went to the store to pick up some extra groceries and other essentials.
"I want this place clean when your sister arrives," Patti told them. "Your mother has always criticized me for being messy, and the last thing I need is for your sister to bring you back home and tell her that I'm a slob!"
Bruce sat on the passenger's side in the Corvette, admiring his aunt's legs as she fired up the engine and sped out of the driveway.
Zooming through the suburban streets, Patti shifted gears deftly, moving well over the speed limit. She headed for the freeway, needing some private place to take Bruce where they could service his rampaging hard-on in style and comfort.
"You can touch me if you need to," Patti said, not looking at her nephew. "I'll understand. I think it would be wrong if I did anything to you, but I don't think there's anything wrong with you touching me. There have got to be certain ground rules for proper conduct that must be followed."
"I agree," Bruce said, lying. What he really wanted to do was shove his big prick so deep in his aunt's cunt that she couldn't see straight. But since she had already stated he could do what he liked with her body without actually fucking her, he'd be content with that.