Using her other hand, she cupped his balls and rubbed them about her neck, sliding her lips up and down the shaft of his cock. The hot throbbing of it made her lips tingle and she pressed the tip of her tongue against it. Bobby groaned and twisted, trying to work the smooth head of his cock to her mouth again.
"Mmmmm, you like being sucked, don't you, Bobby?" Carol grinned, teasing him with her tongue. "You really like having this thing inside a wet mouth, don't you?"
"Oh, Aunt Carol! Suck me!" Bobby groaned. "Please, Aunt Carol, suck my cock!"
Carol turned her face to his crotch and, feeling wicked, ran her tongue up and down it from the base to the tip. She swirled her tongue about his piss hole, tasting the seeping juices. Up and down she ran her tongue, mewling softly and holding his precious young balls in her palm.
She kept pulling upward on her cunt, her clitoris bulging.
Bobby began to stab his finger in and out of her pussy faster, writhing his hips with need. Carol was entering an erotic frenzy and she began to lick and wash about his cock and balls with her tongue.
She licked his crotch, beneath his balls, up over them, then up his cock to the dripping piss hole again. With a growl of lewd passion, she buried her face into his crotch. She kissed his balls, her tongue licking, sometimes dipping into the crack of his ass.
Bobby watched with glowing eyes, spreading his legs wide and lifting his ass to his aunt's face. He pumped his finger in and out of her cunt hard and fast, making wet sounds. Carol, sobbing with the increasing passion, churned her hips for him, hunching her cunt back and forth, feverishly licking and kissing at his crotch. She kissed his balls hotly, pulling them into her mouth and sucking them hard, his cock throbbing along her cheek.
With a cry, she turned onto her stomach, drawing her knees beneath her body and shooting her rounded ass in the air. Bobby's finger came out of her cunt but he ran it about her hips and began to finger-fuck her in the pussy from behind. Carol, sobbing with almost mindless passion, shoved her ass backward, her cunt expanding round his finger. She licked her tongue feverishly up his cock and then swirled it about his seeping piss hole. With another cry, she swallowed his cock, the head brushing the back of her throat.
As she pumped her ass back and forth, she began to race her lips up and down his hard cock, feeling it throb against them. She closed her tongue against it, making a tight sheath for his prick, and fucked it frantically with her mouth. She bruised her lips as she smashed down onto the base of his cock, but she felt nothing but burning hunger. Her cunt was throbbing with wild heat, her clitoris swollen hard again. She sobbed softly as she jerked her head up and down, her lips clutching his cock tightly.
"Ohhh, Aunt Carol!" Bobby groaned, lifting his cock to her plunging mouth. "Ohhhh, suck me fast, Aunt Carol! Your mouth is so hot and wet… fuck my cock! Suck it and fuck it and eat it… ohhhh, that feels so good, Aunt Carol!"
Bobby was so excited, he wasn't moving his finger. Carol was pumping and twisting her uplifted ass, stabbing herself in the burning cunt with his rigid finger. She felt his knuckles crushing the wet, puffy lips, one near her asshole. She cried out in muffled ecstasy, her lips burning around his throbbing hard-on.
Carol no longer heard her nephew's groans of pleasure. She was not aware of anything except his hard, young cock in her mouth and his finger in her cunt.
Her naked body shook and shivered, her uplifted us wiggling wantonly. She felt the orgasm growing and welling inside her pussy and she began to strain into his hand. She was groaning now, groaning loudly with the excruciating pleasure of her impending orgasm. She sucked as fast as she could, bobbing her lips up and down from the hairless base of his prick to the deliciously swollen head, her tongue swirling about his dripping piss hole. Her mouth filled with the hot juices, but she didn't take time to swallow them. They filled her mouth and seeped from the corners of her clutching lips, frothing up at the base of his cock.
Her cunt suddenly went into contractions.
Wailing with muffled sounds, she pressed her convulsing cunt into Bobby's fingers, grinding her naked, upraised ass lewdly, knees parted as she strained her ass back. She pulled as hard as she could on his cock and with a grunt almost doubled Bobby up, she tasted his squirting come juice as it splashed along her tongue and into her throat.
Carol gave a dainty choke, but began to swallow greedily, ramming her mouth down onto his cock as hard as she could. The thick come juice gushed copiously into her throat. The burning sensation of it sent her boiling cunt into more powerful spasms, the hairy lips squeezing at her nephew's finger tightly, gripping it, relaxing, and gripping again.
With a final shudder, Carol fell onto her back, her arms and legs spread wide. Her firm tits lifting as she breathed, soft gasps coming from her.
She didn't know when her nephew dressed and left.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carol was still awake when Brad came home from the movies.
She had bathed and dressed, pleased to find she experienced no sense of shame or guilt. If Julie could suck Bobby's cock off, then she could, too. It had been some time since she tasted a cock in her mouth, not to mention her cunt, and it had been heaven. She felt almost satisfied – there was still a need inside her and she wanted more hard cock.
She wore a clinging nylon gown, one that held her tits in lacy fabric, her light-brown hippies visible. The gown clung to her body, outlining it with all the succulent curves and hollows. Her thighs and legs were long and shapely, the gown clinging to them, too. Although only her nipples showed, and then only in a shadowy way, she looked very seductive.
She was draped on the couch as the front door opened, and Brad stepped in. He stopped short when he saw his mother, his eyes opening wide.
Carol grinned at her son, unable to keep the erotic gleam out of her eyes. She watched him close the door and then she lifted one knee, the clinging gown outlining her thighs. She watched her son's eyes fix upon the straining top of her gown and her nipples poked hard at it. Carol lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, licking her lips suggestively. Then she looked back to his face.
"Don't look so shy, honey?" she murmured softly. "I thought you might… I'm glad you hurried home, darling."
"What's going on, Mom?" Brad asked, his voice changing huskily.
"You don't know, darling?" Carol asked, her voice throaty as she ran a hand up her stomach and circled her tits, then moved the tip of her finger about her lips. "You really don't know what's going on?"
She saw the front of his pants starting to stick out and she moved her eyes to it. She watched as his cock began to protrude against his pants, pleased that he was getting hard-on from looking at her. She felt her eyes become hazy and the desire to have her son's cock in her hand was strong, very strong. She rested one hand on a tit, her fingers cupping it lightly, stretching her other hand out for Brad.
"Come close, honey," she whispered. "Please, come close to me."
Brad came toward her, his eyes moving up and down her body, his cock elongated along the front of his pants. The desire to grip her son's cock was powerful, yet she hesitated. When she had grabbed him before he left for the movies, Brad had not jerked away or given her a strange look. Yet she needed her son to give her some sign that he wanted her. She spread her fingers on her tit, making her nipple strain up between them. She watched his eyes and saw that hot gleam come into them.
Brad was trembling, staring at his mother's nipple. Carol cupped her encased tit and squeezed it hard, making her nipple thrust out more. She took his wrist in her other hand and watching his face closely as she placed his palm upon her tit.