"Ohhhh, Julie!" Carol cried out softly as her body began to relax, "That was wonderful!"
Julie rested on top of her sister, her cheek matting the thick curls of Carol's cunt. Carol lifted her face from Julie's cunt, pushing her chin at the wetness, feeling the pussylips quivering. She caressed Julie's naked ass, her thighs, and turned her head to kiss at the heat of one thigh.
A few minutes later Carol had adjusted her clothing, but Julie sat next to her wearing nothing but the garter belt and nylons. Carol faced her sister, her eyes taking in the beauty of those flawlessly shaped tits. She stroked one of Julie's nipples and pulled in a deep breath.
"How long have you been jacking Bobby off or… sucking his cock, Julie?"
"I've been jacking him off since he started to come," Julie replied. "Today was the first time I've sucked him off. Do I have to tell you it won't be the last time, either?"
"But he's your son, Julie," Carol said simply, not accusingly.
"I know," Julie grinned, hugging herself. "That's what makes it so fucking good! Try it, you might like it."
"With Bobby?" Carol asked.
"With Brad." Julie said, her eyes flashing.
CHAPTER THREE
Carol watched her son closely that afternoon when he came home from school. What Julie had said caused her to think about Brad. Bobby was young, but not so young that he didn't know there was a difference between girls and boys. If Bobby was getting sucked off by Julie then Brad was old enough, too.
She tried to imagine what Brad's cock would look like, surprised at herself because she felt no shame. Being with Julie that afternoon, sucking each other, had not had increased it. She found herself staring openly at the front of his pants, trying to see the outline of his cock.
Brad, apparently, didn't realize what and where she was looking. But Carol became more and more aroused, the image of Julie sucking so greedily at Bobby's cock burning in her mind. Her cunt, now in fresh panties, was throbbing with need and her clitoris refused to soften. She considered various means of seducing her son, then discarding each as being much too blatant. Carol had never been very forward with men and now she wasn't sure she knew how to go about it except to just grab Brad by his cock and say what she wanted.
Carol even went so far as to try and peek at Brad when he was at the shower, but she didn't see much. The bathroom was fogged up with steam and all she could see was his outline behind the doors. She was getting somewhat frustrated, wanting her son's cock and not knowing how to go about letting him know. When he was out of the shower and dressed ready to go to the movies with a friend, she almost blurted it all out to him, but managed to stop herself.
As Brad started out the door, she drew up her courage. She placed her hand on his shoulder and looked down into his eyes. Brad waited and Carol quickly kissed him.
"I love you, Brad," she said, groping his crotch.
She cupped his cock and balls quickly and heard her son gasp. She pulled her hand away and turned from him, biding her burning face. "Go to the movies," she said. "And, Brad… please hurry home."
When she heard the door close, Carol felt tears of frustration flood her eyes. She clutched her tit with one hand, pressing her hand between her thighs on her cunt. She was sure Brad was disgusted with her, maybe he even hated her. She shouldn't have grabbed his cock and balls that way. It had probably frightened him, she thought.
She didn't know how long she stood there in the middle of the floor squeezing her tit and rubbing at her crotch. When the door opened behind her and she whirled in surprise. Bobby came in, asking about Brad, then stopped when he saw where his aunt's hands were. His eyes widened and his mouth opened.
"Brad is at the movies," Carol said not moving her hands, her eyes drifting down to the front of her nephew's pants. She imagined his cock up and very hard again, with Julie's mouth pulling at it. "No one is here but me, and…"
Bobby grinned.
"Oh, Bobby!" Carol sobbed, the hand on her tit falling away and moving to his cock. "You're not frightened honey?"
"Not me Aunt Carol," he grinned. "You can feel me all you wanna."
"Oh, God, Bobby!" Carol cried out, clutching his swollen cock through his pants and feeling it throb. "I want it – I want this cock so badly! Give it to me, Bobby!"
She feverishly began to remove her clothing, first his shirt, then his belt. She went to her knees as she stripped his pants down, dragging his jockey shorts with them. Bobby placed his hand on her shoulder, steadying himself as he lifted his feet for bet. His cock jerked free in front of Carol's face and she gasped, staring at it, her eyes almost crossed because it was so close.
"Oh, baby, it's beautiful," she hissed, pulling at her blouse, ripping buttons. "So beautiful!"
With her blouse off, she stood, her eyes fixed upon his throbbing cock watching the fluids beading on his piss hole. She unzipped her slacks shoving them down along with her panties. Stepping from them, she then removed her bra. She was naked completely, before her nephew and his cock almost slapped at his stomach as he looked at her.
"Are you gonna suck me off, Aunt Carol?" Bobby asked, his eyes on her hairy cunt.
"Later," Carol gasped, grabbing big hand and pulling him down the hallway toward her bedroom. "Maybe I'll suck you off later. But right now I need your cock someplace else."
She placed her nephew on her bed, his cock lifting into the air. She stood at the side of the bed, staring at his prick for a long time. She wasn't waiting, she wasn't blushing, she was only enjoying the anticipation building within her body. Her cunt pulsated hotly, the juices seeping down along her inner thighs. She stared at his cock and balls, finding them precious and lovely.
With a soft cry, she climbed onto the bed with him. She stroked his cock a few times, feeling the delicious hardness and watching the head swell and bulge from her tight fist. She stared at his piss hole, watching it flare and drip. She cupped the hairless balls, squeezing them gently, crying out with boiling desire. Bobby watched her, one hand gripping at her thigh, his body trembling.
"Now are you gonna suck my cock off, Aunt Carol?" he asked.
"Oh, no, baby," she whimpered. "Not yet."
"But I like being sucked better than jacked off," he complained.
Carol glanced at his young face. "What I am going to do, you'll love just as good – maybe better," she said throatily.
Swinging one leg over his thighs, she held his cock at the bar and inched her crotch forward. Bobby gasped as he watched her rub the swollen head of his cock back and forth on her cunt. Carol sighed with the contact, rubbing her cunt with his cock, sliding it from her clitoris along the steamy wet lips almost to the crack of her ass. Then she brought it forward again. She positioned the head of his cock at her pussy and slowly, very slowly, inserted it between the lips of her fiery pussy. She held her breath, gazing down into his excited face, her vision hazy with passion.
"I'm going to fuck your cock, Bobby," Carol whispered huskily, twisting her hips when the head of his cock was barely inside her cunt. "I'm going to fuck your cock with my cunt!"
"Ohhhhhhh, Aunt Carol, really?" Bobby groaned. "Are you really gonna let me put it in your pussy?"
"I'm going to put it in my pussy, Bobby," she hissed, lowering her cunt down, taking more of his cock into it.
"Ooooo, it feels wonderful, Bobby! Your cock is so hard inside my pussy! Ohhhhh, I'm going to fuck your cock, Bobby," Carol whispered huskily, twisting her hips when the head of his cock was barely inside her cunt!
The deeper in it went, the better it felt. She loved the stretching of her cunt – it had been so long since she had felt such pleasure. She began to gasp, her naked tits heaving up and down, nipples hard and pointed upward. She released the base of Bobby's cock and pulled at the hairy lips of her cunt, opening it.