It is only in recent years that the general public has been offered the opportunity to try to understand female sexuality, to recognize the woman as a sexual being who not only needs but deserves to enjoy her sex life.
This is attributable in a great degree to the work of Freud and his successors, and in recent years intensive and in-depth studies have been undertaken by Kinsey, by Masters and Johnson, and others. The women's liberation movement has offered its contribution to ridding the modern female of the shackles of outdated moral concepts under which they were not even supposed to enjoy sex, were in fact expected to submit to their husbands out of duty and for the purpose of procreation. And of course contraception has made experimentation on the part of the single or divorced woman a practical and not necessarily catastrophic possibility.
It is just this kind of experimentation on the part of an unhappy young divorcee that becomes the theme of a gripping new novel by Authoress Samantha Blake. But complicating this finely written work is the fact that heroine Sharon Green becomes involved not with just any man, but with two young boys, her own nephews.
An Aunt's Special Love is not, however, a tract on incest. We found that element primarily a ploy to allow this important psychological study to delve further beneath the restraints of conventional thinking, to force us to see and honestly confront the explosive suppressed emotions of a lovely but tormented young woman in search of herself. And we feel that this challenging, disturbing work underlines the new awareness's of contemporary research into the mysteries of human and particularly female sexuality. It demonstrates, as almost no recently released work of fiction succeeds in doing, the extent of the evolution only the last few years have brought in regard to popular attitudes and moral codes.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Green sighed wistfully, gazing out over the still, now almost steel gray water of the bay, where the sun was gradually setting behind the heavy bank of cumulus clouds lying across the horizon. She brought her hands slowly up over her body, cupping them across the soft bare flesh of her feminine biceps, then drawing them up to her rounded shoulders where her darkly tanned flesh was highlighted by the white shoulder straps of the lacy silk slip she wore.
That was one of the advantages of her little summer cottage. It sat almost on the edge of the water, with only a narrow strip of beach running before it, and her front porch was invisible from the other half dozen houses along the cove. Unless there was a fisherman trolling before it, she could emerge for a breath of air or a glimpse of the sea without regard for how she was dressed. She could at this moment have just as easily been standing there naked as in the softly clinging little slip.
The attractive twenty-eight year old brunette let her eyes descend from the panorama of the bay to the smooth swells of her own half exposed breasts, thrust up high and close together by the constricting brassiere she wore beneath her slip. For some reason she shivered slightly, a shiver of awareness. She dragged her hands downward from her shoulders, gently massaging the upper reaches of the two voluptuously pliant mounds. Then she dropped her arms to her sides, her breasts rising as she breathed in deeply, falling gently as she again heaved her breath out in a long slow sigh.
Sharon wondered, as she'd often wondered before, if it hadn't been a mistake for her to take the summer cottage as part of her share of the real estate in the settlement of the division of communal property after her divorce with Blake. It was a lovely little place, but it was hardly the type of place where most attractive young divorcees would want to spend their vacations. Its charm was its remoteness, and by any ordinary process of logic, remoteness would seem the last thing Sharon needed now. She had been divorced for almost six months. The worst of the shock had passed, leaving a dull numbness. She no longer missed Blake, no longer loved him or even tried to convince herself that she ever really had loved him. There was just an empty place in her life where he had been, or where the concept of her marriage had been. And if her marriage had caused her more sorrow than joy, at least the sorrow had been something. And now there was nothing, just this dull awareness that she was supposed to be in the prime of her life as a woman, and doing nothing to take advantage of it.
The sexy young brunette turned and walked to the edge of the porch, leaned out over the rail to peer around the house and back up the tiny hill against which it leaned, to the other more elegant summer homes. Her neighbors here were not only all married, but older, more conservative. They were the kind of people who spent their leisure time fishing, their nights talking about salmon strikes and blaming the bad season on the Russian trawlers that patroled the waters just outside the twelve mile limit. They had been Blake's kind of people, never hers.
Sharon turned again and walked slowly back to the door and into the small, cozy living room of the cottage. Perhaps her friend Gloria had been right about these vacation plans. She almost winced now as she remembered the scorn with which her blonde friend and co-worker, also a recent divorcee but almost her opposite in every trait of personality, had regarded her when Sharon had confessed that instead of going to some resort or other for her holidays she was going to take her vacation in the company of her two young nephews, here in what had been her and her husband's summer cottage, at this remote little cove twenty miles south of Eureka, on the northern California coast.
Then suddenly Sharon's whole mood changed, the metamorphosis inspired by the mere thought of the two young boys of whom she was so fond. Though she'd never have admitted it to Gloria, Sharon had been secretly overjoyed when her brother Dave had called from Los Angeles and said he and his. wife were going to spend his vacation in the Yucatan, far in the South of Mexico, and asked if there would be any way Sharon could take care of the boys for a couple of weeks. It had been sheer coincidence that Dave had arranged his holidays at the same time Sharon was taking her own, and though he'd protested vigorously when he learned that, Sharon had insisted that having the boys with her would be the greatest way she could imagine spending her free time.
It was escapism, she knew. Since the divorce she'd fallen into a rut, a routine of working, eating and sleeping that filled up the days without offering excitement or challenge. But vacation was going to be a forced break in that routine, a break she feared and dreaded. Now she would not be alone, and she would not have to go through the trauma of any kind of dealings with eligible men. And that was, the crux of what she still desperately wanted to avoid. The truth of the matter was that Sharon still wasn't ready to begin functioning as a carefree single girl again. She hadn't yet made the adjustment, and it was an adjustment that couldn't be forced.
"Well," the young divorcee said aloud to herself. "They'll be here tomorrow, anyway." Then she laughed softly. "Talking to myself. Two days of solitude up here and I'm already going batty." She paused, then added, "Oh hell." Shaking her head in reproach to herself, she walked across the room to the short corridor that lead to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, she threw herself down on her back on the soft mattress. Staring silently up at the ceiling, she again spoke, aloud to herself: "I wonder what Gloria would think if she knew I masturbate?"
Christ, Sharon thought. What was coming over her? What would anybody have thought if they heard her say that? Gloria, she knew, was having several affairs. She kept them all going at once, managing the men in her life like a juggler. And Sharon had not so much as been embraced by a man, except her brother Dave, since she and Blake had parted company. Perhaps, as Gloria insisted, that state of affairs wasn't natural. Perhaps masturbation wasn't natural either for a sensuous and lovely young woman like herself. But she did it, sometimes. She'd always done it occasionally, having started when she was a young girl, when she'd been almost an ugly duckling with braces on her teeth, before the metamorphosis that had turned her swiftly from a wallflower into one of the most popular girls in school. And it was a practice she'd never completely abandoned, not even during the four years of her marriage.
Sharon heaved her breath in. Even as she'd thought about it, her fingers had danced down to the hem of her slip and started unconsciously to pull it up off the smoothness of her shapely thighs. She hadn't planned on doing it now. That wasn't why she'd come into the bedroom. But it seemed it always happened as an accident. It was never something she planned. She just did it. And perhaps, Sharon thought as a way of rationalizing the act of which even she had never been able to completely approve, it was just as well she did do it today. With Pete and Jimmy here for two weeks beginning tomorrow, it would certainly be out of the question.
Unconsciously, Sharon had allowed the unsatiated longings of her neglected body almost to overcome her, and the passionate sensations of her building lust were now creeping relentlessly over every inch of her flesh. Her hand slid eagerly up the sensitive skin of her warm inner thighs, her fingers tugging at the tight crotch band of her panties, drawing it aside off the softly haired lips of her pussy. Then she jerked as the middle finger of her other hand came into sudden titillating contact with the throbbing outer lips of her unfulfilled vagina and found the lust hardened little knob of her clitoris.
A deep gasp welled in the aroused ' divorcee's throat as she spread her thighs out wide apart, causing the hem of her thin white slip to work completely up over her already sensuously squirming hips. Her fingers began to fondle the burgeoning little clitoral bud and she felt tremors of mounting excitement coursing through her loins at the lust inspiring sensations she derived from the tantalizing contact.
"Ooooooh," the voluptuous brunette moaned, as though in invitation to an invisible lover about to mount and ravish her. She could feel the tiny blood swollen bud pulsating fiercely under her fingertip, growing stiffer and bigger with each passing second. And now her other hand released her panty crotch band and moved up to massage her breasts on the outside of her thin slip and tightly constricting brassiere, the friction of the silky material on the soft little nipples causing them to swell to tingling rigidity.
Now the frustrated young divorcee was uncontrollably lost in the consuming hunger of her lust. She could feel her entire body already beginning to strain as she tried to glean every titillating jolt from her erotic caresses. The tantalizing need surged over all her softly writhing flesh, and she completely abandoned the idea of even trying to hold back. What did it matter? There was no one to see her lustful exhibition. She had no one. She had nothing. She was alone, with only her longing and frustration to keep her company.
A stream of moans and whimpers issued from Sharon's parted lips as she began to masturbate in earnest. Her fingers continued to swirl licentiously around the tenderly twitching furrow of her pussy, circling the warmly clasping cuntal opening nestled between the hair fringed outer folds of flesh. She ground her buttocks rhythmically up and down on the mattress, closing her dark eyes, gritting her teeth, and flaying her head from side to side on the pillow. Then, overcome by the urgency of her lust, she brought her other hand down from her breasts, tearing desperately at the waistband of her tight little panties to pull the flimsy undergarment down off the roundness of her buttocks to fully expose her naked pussy to the ravishing assault of her lewdly fucking fingers.
The excited young woman was no longer even trying to hold back. She didn't want to. She was experiencing feelings that her body demanded above and beyond all moral considerations, and she craved the release that she knew her illicit act would eventually bring. Her fingers were probing in an obscene, flat, three fingered wedge up and down across the petal shaped orifice between her widespread legs, her body already filling with the promise of fulfillment from the flames of desire raging over her tingling flesh.
Now Sharon's softly exposed skin was hued by a crimson flush and her mouth hung open in her accelerating desire. She tossed her head back, whipping her brown hair softly over her naked shoulders, writhing and bucking in complete oblivion to the shamelessness of her act. She was oblivious to everything now but the need building up in her loins, and nothing mattered but the enveloping pleasure convulsing through her womb from the incredible little spasms of her desire ravished pussy flesh.
The aroused brunette divorce continued to fondle and massage the burning plane of her writhing pussy, edging her fingers harder and harder back and forth over the tantalizing opening of her lust ignited cunt. She could feel the tension building through her body and she arched her buttocks up from the bed, a low moan rising in her throat as she further increased the pressure, finally inserting her middle finger straight up into the moistly grasping passage.
"Oh God! Oooooohh, yes!" Even in her solitude Sharon couldn't resist a heart felt sigh of pleasure and release from just the small measure of satisfaction afforded by this further intimacy she took with her own writhing body. The sheer raw sensation she derived from the obscene self penetration only further heightened her lust, sweeping aside her last lingering inhibitions, and eagerly the passionate young woman began to rotate her finger around in the warm moist depths of her vagina, feeling the heated walls of flesh close hungrily around the welcomed manual intruder.
"Uuuugggghhh!" she groaned, the fires of her consuming arousal ignited even more furiously by the increase in sensation. Then with a deeper grunt she inserted a second finger beside the first up into her hungrily accepting orifice, beginning to screw the two of them in and out in salacious imitation of the act of copulation. She ground her heatedly churning cunt up in frenzied gyrations, clasping desperately at the penetrating digital wedge as if in attempt to swallow her fingers completely into her love denied belly. She tweaked wildly with her thumb across the throbbing little bud of her clitoris and her other hand roamed back up her body to reach inside her bra cups and stroke alternately at the two tingling buds of her hard swollen nipples.
Sharon's entire body was suffused with overpowering need, and she almost lost consciousness of where she was and what she was doing, almost lost consciousness even of her own identity. All she knew was that she was finally receiving the pleasure for which she so desperately yearned, and that was all that mattered right now. Her hips were bucking up and down in obscene contortions. Her fingers were moving in and out swiftly between her wide splayed thighs. She was groaning and sobbing, already beginning to strain for the release she now knew was imminent.
And mere moments later the final rush to ecstasy began. She felt a sudden wild fluttering far up inside her belly and again she arched her buttocks high up off the bed, drawing her fingers almost completely out of her lewdly violated inner flesh, holding them poised in threatening promise at the entrance of her quivering little orifice for a moment before she drove them frenziedly back up into the clutching moistness of her tingling pussy and began to jerk and rock her whole body in frantic rhythm with the fiery churning that possessed her inflamed inner warmth and tightness.
"Oh my God," Sharon gasped as though in awe as she felt her wildly aroused body rocketing blindly along to the mind shattering brink of her now inevitable climax. She was going to cum from her own manual eroticism, from the obscene fucking of her own fingers up into her passion incensed cunt. Now she couldn't have stopped it even if she wanted to and though somewhere deep inside herself she still knew it was wrong, knew that later she would hate herself for yielding again, none of that seemed important now. All that mattered was to ride the crest of sensation that consumed her.
"Oooooh, I'm cumming!" the excited brunette moaned aloud in her sweeping delirium as the tremendous spasms of exhilarating pleasure shuddered through her flesh, leaving her gasping and breathless, wracking her body with the repeated shattering convulsions of unadulterated animal lust. Her plunging fingers continued to saw in and out of her frenziedly spasming pussy and she could feel the released secretions of her pussy gushing down in unchecked flow over the rounded curves of her buttocks and across the tingling little entrance of her anus. Her desire swollen breasts strained against her constricting brassiere, shaking and heaving with abandoned passion, and her buttocks clenched and unclenched in naked rhythm against the soft bedspread on which she lay.
It seemed as if the storm would never end. Then at last Sharon felt the powerful tremors begin to subside and her sated body sagged in exhaustion on the bed. For a moment her mind was blank. She basked in a limbo of peace and stillness, floating as though in the vacuum of outer space. But gradually her conscience began to assert itself, to remind her of the wrongness and the shamefulness of the act she'd just committed.
But she knew it could not have been otherwise. She knew she could not have stopped herself. And as she opened her eyes and pulled her panties slowly back up her thighs and over the soft black "vee" of her lust wet cuntal hair nestled so delicately between them, Sharon's only consolation was that at least it couldn't happen again during the last two weeks.
Her two nephews would be arriving in Eureka in the afternoon and the mere thought of seeing them again was a miraculous boost to her spirit. During the time she'd been married to Blake she'd nearly lost touch with her own family. It had been nearly two years since she'd seen the boys and now, as she counted up, she was surprised to discover that they would be fourteen and fifteen already.
My God, she thought. They were old enough to be interested in girls.
CHAPTER TWO
Sharon parked at the bus station and turned off the ignition of the little VW bug she'd bought just before her divorce was finalized. She leaned across the seat to make a last quick inspection of her makeup in the rear view mirror. Then she felt a sudden frantic thumping of her heart as she watched the big Greyhound bus come around the corner and turn into the shed. She opened the door and stepped down, smoothing her loose cotton skirt over the softness of her shapely thighs before starting down the sidewalk to the station entrance. Reaching the door, she stopped, her stomach fluttering as she saw the two young boys who would be her wards and companions for the next two weeks coming into the terminal from the opposite side.
The voluptuous brunette breathed in deeply, at once thrilled and disturbed at the sight of her teenage nephews. My God, they really had grown up. Pete, leading the way, hardly looked like the same boy she remembered at all. His curly hair twirled down over his ears, framing a dark and handsome face. He was wearing a tight fitting T-shirt under which his muscles rippled, and a pair of stylish bell-bottom trousers, and his blue eyes were casting with an almost animal alertness around the station. Behind him came Jimmy who also bore the marks of the years though he hadn't quite lost the baby faced cuteness of which Sharon had always been so fond. Lighter haired than his brother, Jimmy was still visibly possessed of a child's exuberance and curiosity. His innocence was untainted. But Pete, Sharon realized with a sudden twinge of apprehension, revealed in his bearing and in his eyes a certain degree of worldly knowledge.
Then Sharon tensed as Jimmy's eagerly roving gaze singled her out from among the people now moving past her in and out of the door. He moved up beside his brother, seizing Pete's elbow and pointing past him toward her. Then he left the older boy behind and came rushing toward her.
"Aunt Sharon! Aunt Sharon!" he cried, bursting through the door and fairly lunging into her arms.
"Oh Jimmy," Sharon moaned, hugging the cute youngster to her, vaguely conscious of his face nestling innocently between the voluptuous mounds of her breasts.
Then she disengaged herself and peered back into the station, only to discover she'd lost sight of Pete. "Where's your brother?"
"He's getting the bags," Jimmy said, pointing in the general direction of the baggage check.
Again Sharon experienced a twinge of apprehension as Pete turned and came sauntering up, bearing two suitcases easily, toward her. Now their eyes met, then for a moment he let his eyes descent down the length of her softly curved body. Then he was once more looking at her face, his gaze cool and detached and almost hostile, she thought, though she couldn't guess why it should be.
"H-hello, Pete," Sharon said nervously as the more mature of the two brothers emerged through the station door. "I'm glad to see you."
"Aunt Sharon," Pete said brusquely. Then silently he stared at her, his eyes seeming to bore into her, almost melting her before him. Weakly, Sharon met the boy's steel gaze. Then she looked away and turned and started back to the car. Jimmy danced along in happy circles beside her, beginning to jabber excitedly and almost incoherently about a number of seemingly unrelated subjects.
Still laden with the bags, Pete followed coolly and at a distance behind them. At the car Sharon unlocked the trunk and the muscular youngster unloaded the two bags. Seemingly amused though still in no way friendly toward her, Pete took the back seat and let his younger brother join Sharon in the front for a ride back to the cove and her little cottage. As they drove through the forest of towering redwoods, Jimmy chatted excitedly about school, about his friends, about Pete's having made the football team his freshman year. Pete sat in silence except for a few terse remarks in response to Sharon's awkward attempts to make conversation. She felt rebuffed, and she realized that unless a rapport could be established with the older of the two boys it was going to be a very difficult two weeks.
It was nearing sunset when they descended the steep road down into the cove. Jimmy responded with his characteristic excitement at seeing the beach while Pete merely looked at the grander panorama and remarked that it was beautiful. But though he seemed impressed, he still seemed no happier at being there.
Sharon found her spirits lifting nonetheless as she showed the boys around the house. Jimmy was excited over everything and was very happy with the view of the ocean from the room he was to share with his brother. Pete still said very little and only seemed to want to be left alone, though he did display a mild interest when Sharon pointed out the closet full of fishing tackle which her ex-husband had never bothered to pick up, and told them they could use it anytime they wanted. Perhaps, she thought, Blake would still come around for the stuff. In the meantime she knew she would have plenty of company and attention from Jimmy, and that thought caused her to stare lovingly at the younger boy.
He had certainly grown since she'd seen him last, she thought as she let her eyes run over his developing young body. Though both boys favored their father, she thought the resemblance would be even more profound in Jimmy, once he matured. Sharon and her brother had been very close as children, too close, almost, Sharon remembered with a twinge of embarrassment and guilt. They'd played some very dangerous games when Dave was a robust and maturing teenager and she was just beginning to develop the first secret attributes of womanhood. Dave was older of course and had been much more knowledgeable. At the time she hadn't understood, but looking back now, she couldn't help but believe he had on several occasions been tempted to take advantage of her. And she knew she probably wouldn't have resisted. Where Dave was concerned, she could never resist anything he wanted when she was a child, and it made her almost blush even now to think of the innocence in which she used to show her sensuous young body to him when they were alone at home that summer of his last year in high school and her first in junior high.
Sharon sighed. My God! She hadn't thought of that in ages. But seeing Dave's two sons could hardly have done anything but remind her. And little Jimmy really was developing into a fine looking teenager. She smiled to herself as she glanced at the short white hairs on his forearms and the barely discernible ripple of his developing biceps. He really looked almost exactly the way Dave had looked when he was that age, and she found herself drawn instinctively to his warm friendliness. But she was determined to give both her nephews equal attention and allow no favoritism, as difficult as she feared that would be considering Pete's inflexible attitude.
Still reflecting on this, she left the boys in their room and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Perhaps Pete's seeming hostility was only natural. It occurred to her that though Jimmy was still a little too young, Pete was probably at the point of developing relationships with members of the opposite sex. He might even have a special girl friend already. And any boy at that age would resent being shipped off to spend two weeks with his aunt in a spot where there would be no likelihood of his even seeing any girls his age.
It was Jimmy's continued vitality that served to keep dinner from being too tense, but by the time they'd finished eating, Sharon was convinced she had to have a little time to herself. Though Pete had said virtually nothing during the course of the meal, she found him staring at her on several occasions, staring that same intent way he had when they first confronted each other at the bus station in the afternoon. And it had almost completely unnerved her. What she needed, she knew, was something to make her relax, and though she was by no means a habitual drinker, the young divorcee had learned during the traumatic months that had followed the break-up of her marriage that a few carefully controlled shots of medicinal whiskey always made it easier for her to get through the lonely nights. As it would not have done for the boys to see her drinking, Sharon was relieved when Jimmy pointed out that the moon was almost full and asked if he and his brother could go exploring along the beach around the cove.
"Sure, Jimmy," Sharon said after a moment's hesitation, not wanting to sound overly elated at the suggestion. "I don't see why not. As long as you don't stay out too long."
"Good!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Come on, Pete. Let's get out of here. Maybe there'll be some animals or something around."
Pete remained silent for a moment. He looked again briefly at Sharon in that same disquieting way, then shook his head. "Naw. You go on. I've got some reading I want to do."
"Reading?" Jimmy said, and Sharon didn't miss the tone of surprise in his voice. Pete stared at the boy fixedly for a moment, and Jimmy looked back in seeming utter confusion. Then he shrugged and nodded. "Oh, all right. I guess I'll go by myself." He paused, then smiled and rose. "And that was really a good dinner you cooked, Aunt Sharon."
"Thank you, Jimmy," said the older woman, still wondering what was the meaning of the silent exchange that had passed between the two boys. Then as Jimmy went out the door, she turned cautiously to Pete who was now also getting to his feet.
"I...enjoyed the meal," he said stiffly then turned and walked out of the kitchen. She listened to his footsteps going away down the hall and heard the bedroom door open and close. She sat still for a moment then got up and cleared the dishes away from the table, leaving them to soak in the sink while she poured herself a glass of Scotch from the bottle she kept hidden in the top of the cabinet, resumed her seat and began slowly to sip it.
She'd poured and finished her second and was about to begin her third when she heard the opening of the front door that signaled Jimmy's return.
Pete Harwood's eyes roved hungrily over the photograph of the naked woman lying spread eagled on the Persian carpet, his hand slipping down inside his trousers and shorts to clasp tightly around the lust swollen shaft of his cock. Then, hearing his brother coming down the hall, he quickly withdrew his hand from inside his trousers and gathered up the half dozen explicit pornographic photos that were spread out on the mattress. He leaned across and placed them on the floor beneath the bed just a moment before the door opened and Jimmy came bursting through.
Damn! he thought to himself, looking up at his kid brother with a scowl. He should have gone ahead and started immediately after he got to the bedroom. Then he could have been through twice over if he wanted to. But jacking off was always more satisfying after a build up. He liked to look at the pictures and dream about the girl he was going to imagine he was fucking, for as long as he could hold back, before he finally began to play with himself. And tonight, thinking what it would be like to do it to his Aunt Sharon, he'd really let his mind go off on a tangent. And now he'd missed his chance.
"You must not have gone very far," Pete said dryly.
"I-I got tired of just walking by myself," said Jimmy, looking curiously at the more mature teenager. "I thought you wanted to read something."
"I read it."
"What? I don't see anything."
"Don't worry about it," Pete said. "I just didn't feel like walking in the moonlight with you. Get in your bed and let's go to sleep. There's nothing else to do around this damn place anyway."
Slightly hurt and still confused by his brother's attitude, Jimmy started to strip down to his jockey shorts, then slipped beneath the sheet on the twin bed set against the window that looked out on the beach. Pete flicked off the lamp on the nightstand beside his own bed and turned his back to his brother as he shed his own Levi's in the dark in order to conceal the still fully pulsing erection of his hard young cock. Then he got beneath the covers of his own bed, closing his eyes and pretending immediately to snore.
"Pete? Hey Pete!" Jimmy protested. "You're not asleep already, are you?"
Pete turned over slowly. "No. I'm not asleep. Whatta you want?"
"I don't know. I just want to talk.
It's...it's really great being here, isn't it?"
"The greatest." The sarcasm in Pete's voice was obvious.
"And Aunt Sharon is really fantastic, too. Don't you think? She's even sexier than I remember her. Don't you think so?"
"What do you know about sex?" Pete sneered.
"What's the matter with you?" Jimmy's voice revealed his hurt. "I bet I know almost as much as you do. I know a sexy woman when I see one. You're just jealous because you can't think of anything to say to her."
Pete stiffened for a moment and he tightened his hand hard around his cock beneath the sheet.
"Hey, I didn't mean that, Pete. Really, I didn't. I was just thinking about the way we used to talk about her after that last time she came to visit. Don't you remember how . . . . ? "
"For Chrissakes, will you shut up?"
Pete's throat was dry and his heart was pounding. He was fighting to subdue the feelings surging through him. Damn that kid! He should realize that was just child's talk, the things they had said about their dark haired aunt. And he was past all that now. At least he was past talking about it aloud, anyway. He could still think about it. He'd been thinking about Aunt Sharon just before Jimmy had gotten back. He'd been thinking about her ever since he'd seen her sexy body and gorgeous face today at the bus station and confirmed that the illusion he'd built up about her these last couple of years had not been exaggerated. But he'd been planning to do more than just think. He was going to do something about it if Jimmy hadn't come back. He was going to jerk off.
"Maybe you think those stupid high school girls you're always trying to make time with have got something," Jimmy taunted, "but I think you're just blind."
Pete couldn't take it any longer.
"All right, smart ass. I'm going to show you something that might get your mind off Aunt Sharon, or at least let you see she's not the only woman in the world."
He flicked the light back on beside his bed then leaned over to retrieve the photographs he'd shoved beneath it.
"W-what have you got there?" Jimmy said, frowning suspiciously.
"Have a look," Pete said, not completely able to contain his pride as he leaned over to hand the pictures to the other youngster.
"Gee whiz!" Jimmy exclaimed, his eyes bugging as he looked at the first photograph. "These women are naked!"
"You damn right they're naked," Pete said, relishing his superiority over his younger brother.
Jimmy's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the full color photograph of a beautiful blonde stretched out languidly on her side on a sofa. One hand was cupping her full pointed breasts protectively, and the other rested lightly on her smooth belly just below her navel and just above the triangle of pubic hair as blonde as the hair on her head that curled beckoningly between her thighs. The amazed youngster felt a quickening of his pulse and he was aware of a tightening knot of excitement deep in the pit of his stomach. This was what a real naked woman looked like! The pictures showed everything, everything he'd always wondered about when he would sneak a look at the girlie magazines they sold in drugstores, and eagerly his eyes flew on to the next picture and then the rest.
"So how do you like that?" Pete asked. "Pretty good pictures, huh?" All the older brother's previous resentment had been swept away by his pride at contributing to Jimmy's sexual initiation, and he was profoundly pleased at the younger boy's obvious appreciation of the lewdly revealing photos.
"Where'd you get these?" Jimmy asked at last, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Don't worry about that," said Pete. "But maybe at least you can see why I've got better things to worry about than just dreaming of Aunt Sharon all the time."
"But I bet she's just as good or even better than any of these," said Jimmy. "Even without her clothes I bet she looks just as good as them." I bet she does too, Pete couldn't help thinking to himself, though at present he wouldn't have admitted it aloud for the world. Nor would he admit that tonight when he was looking at these pictures, it was their aunt he was really thinking about. He couldn't help but imagine how great she must look without her clothes. Because she had really nice tits and a really nice ass, and it didn't take X-ray vision to see that even through her dress. But he was still glad he'd shown the photos to Jimmy. He didn't know for certain whether or not he really should have, but it seemed like he'd done the right thing. After all, Jimmy must be getting about old enough to raise a hard-on by now.
"Well boys, what have you got there that's so interesting?"
Pete started as he heard his aunt's voice in the door, and he stared up in open mouthed horror as she pushed it open from the crack at which Jimmy had left it and moved through toward the bed. He glanced, quickly around at his younger brother, feeling his heart sink at the realization that Jimmy hadn't had the presence of mind to get the pictures hidden before Aunt Sharon could determine for certain it was they that had so held his interest. But even in his embarrassment and confusion, Pete was shrewd enough to note a difference in Sharon's manner. She'd been very nervous all day, but now she seemed full of confidence, the kind of confidence people usually seemed to get from drinking liquor.
"All right, Jimmy, let's see," said Sharon, stopping at the edge of the younger boy's bed. "Hand them over," she added, trying to inject some authentic authority into her voice. She didn't want to frighten them, and she thought that perhaps it might have been better if she hadn't even let them know she'd seen them examining what she instinctively knew must be pornographic photographs. But when she'd paused on her way to the bathroom to glance curiously in at them and had seen the way Jimmy was looking at the pictures, she'd moved without thinking. It was probably the fault of the alcohol she'd imbibed, but now that she'd made her move, her only choice was to follow through.
Jimmy hesitated, clutching the pictures to his bare chest, looking sheepishly up at Sharon, then pleadingly over at his brother.
Pete tried to rally his courage. He stared at the sensuous brunette, letting his eyes drop fleetingly to his aunt's fully rounded breasts that were now rising and falling against the material of her blouse with her strained and almost audible breathing. He coughed to get her attention. "This...this is no business of yours," he said defensively, though he still secretly found himself wishing the ground would open and swallow him up.
"Jimmy," Sharon insisted, determined not to back down.
His face flushed red, Jimmy held out his hand. Sharon took the photos and a quick glance confirmed her worst suspicions.
"Jimmy, I'm surprised at you. And you, Pete. You should know better at your age. I suppose these pictures are yours?"
Pete refused to answer, but he couldn't prevent the telltale flush that suffused his face, and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Sharon," Jimmy blurted suddenly. "I won't do it again. I promise I'll never do anything like that again."
Sharon felt her anger fading. She knew there wasn't really anything so terribly wrong in what the boys had been doing, but as their aunt, she felt it her duty to at least pretend to disapprove. But her mask of the outraged disciplinarian was fading fast, and, strange as it seemed, she realized that what she would really like to do most right now would be to take Jimmy in her arms, to hold him tightly to her breasts, to console and comfort him in his shame and humiliation. But of course that would never do.
"That's all right, Jimmy," she said after a moment. "I just hope you're sorry, too, Pete. Even if you wanted to look at such disgusting pictures yourself, you had no right to show them to Jimmy. I would really have expected better of you. I just wonder what your father would say if he knew about this."
Pete's face was now fiery red, but the color stemmed as much from resentment as embarrassment. She was placing all the blame on him. And even if it was his fault, Jimmy had been looking at the pictures. But the kid could do no wrong in her eyes.
"All right," Sharon said. "We'll forget this happened. But I'm taking these photographs with me. And you had better get some rest."
Pete watched with continued bitterness as she turned and walked briskly out the door. Then he flicked off the light and rolled over on his side, his hand once more clutching the shaft of his rock hard penis. "Hey Pete? Pete!"
"Shut up and go to sleep," Pete growled.
He waited, almost holding his breath until Jimmy also flicked off his lamp. Damn it, the older boy thought to himself. Why did they have to be sent up here? How was he going to get through two weeks of watching and wanting his aunt when she couldn't stand him? When she spent all her time doting on Jimmy?
CHAPTER THREE
True to her promise, the boys' voluptuous aunt made no mention the next day of the pornographic photos she'd taken from them. But it was not completely as though the incident were forgotten. At breakfast that morning there was a distinct tension in the air. Sharon was obviously trying her best to act casual, but it was a strained endeavor. Pete was sullen and reticent. He knew all the blame had been placed on him and he felt it was unjustly so. But the primary obstacle to rapport among the trio was little Jimmy. Where he had previously been lighthearted, full of excitement and humor, he was nervous and evasive now. Sharon naturally assumed his manner was an expression of his shame at having been caught looking at the pictures, but the fact was that it was much more complicated than that.
Jimmy couldn't get the pictures out of his mind. He'd never been able to conceive of what a woman would look like in the nude. And though he'd had a hazy idea, the vision he'd carried until now in the innocent eye of his mind hardly compared to what he'd seen in his brother's explicit colored photographs. He couldn't rid his mind of what he'd seen and, worse, he couldn't so much as glance at his Aunt Sharon without reminding himself that she must look just like the women in the picture and perhaps, as he'd insisted to his brother the night before, even better.
After breakfast Sharon suggested that the boys might like to do some fishing on the pier, which did engender in them a trace of enthusiasm. They seined minnows from a little creek pouring down the hill for bait and outfitted two of the casting rods Blake had left. By noon, when Sharon brought them sandwiches and a thermos of milk for lunch, they already had a nice catch of snappers and a couple of sole. But the tension extended also to the two boys themselves. Pete was still bitter about the night before and Jimmy was so ashamed and disturbed by his own secret thoughts that he didn't even confide them to his brother.
Dressing the fish was a task but the sole made a very nice dinner and the snappers were put into the freezer for future eating, or to be taken home when the boys went back to Southern California. After a tense night of watching television the brothers retired, leaving Sharon in the den, grateful for the opportunity to sneak a couple of her medicinal whiskies. In their room, Pete turned his light off immediately and rolled on his side and pretended to snore, and in a moment Jimmy followed suit. But the younger boy's eyes remained wide open, staring into the dark. After perhaps half an hour he heard his Aunt Sharon pass in the hall on the way to her room. He waited breathlessly for a few moments, his heart thumping powerfully in his chest at the idea that had seized him. It was dangerous, he knew, and it was wrong. And if he were caught and his father informed he would be in the worst trouble he'd ever been in in his life. But he had to try.
His mind made up, Jimmy slipped silently from the bed and pulled his Levi's on. He glanced at the shadowy form of his sleeping brother, then tiptoed to the door. His heart thudding, Jimmy hurried down the hall. He didn't know what had come over him. He just knew that ever since looking at those dirty pictures last night he'd wanted to have a look at his Aunt Sharon too, and now seemed the perfect chance. Even if he just peeked through the key hole to watch her undress, he thought that would be enough. Then, at least, he would have seen a real naked woman instead of just the pictures.
Jimmy slowed down and for the last few steps he held his breath, noting as he did so that a shaft of light issued from through the door, which had been left several inches ajar. He paused, then edged silently closer, his heart pounding in his chest, his hands clammy from suppressed fear. He was almost there, but for a moment he almost lost his nerve. He'd heard older boys at school talk about window peeping and seeing their sisters in the shower and all, but this was different. This was his aunt, his father's younger sister, and if she did catch him and told his dad he knew he would really be in trouble. But he knew also that if he did chicken out he would spend the whole night tossing and turning, thinking and wondering about what he'd missed, and cursing himself for being a coward.
Cautiously Jimmy took the last several steps to the door. He took one deep, silent breath, then leaned forward, craning his neck to peer through the two inch crack between the door and the woodwork. And he almost gasped aloud at the sight that greeted him.
Aunt Sharon was standing only a few feet away from him and she was completely naked except for her brassiere and a pair of tight little panties that hung so low on her hips he could see the top of the crack of her ass. She was standing in profile to him, gazing across at herself in the dressing table mirror. There was something very strange about the look in her face. Her eyes were narrow, kind of glossed over. Her red lips were slightly parted and now her tongue flicked out to lick them, and somehow just that little gesture was enough to prompt Jimmy's hard little cock to jerk violently in his tight jockey shorts and jeans. Then his mouth fell open as she reached up behind her back and unsnapped the brassiere.
Jimmy could hardly believe his eyes as he watched his voluptuous brunette Aunt push the straps of the brassiere slowly from her curved white shoulders, shedding the flimsy garment down over her arms to reveal completely to his hungry gaze the lusciously formed mounds of her breasts, standing up full and proud with no need of artificial support, the mauve colored nipples that tipped them peaking suddenly to pert rigidity from their contact with the air.
Again Jimmy felt compelled to hold his breath. He observed with wonder the sight of his aunt's nakedly exposed torso, his eyes bugging as she raised her arms to run her hands through her long brown hair, the gesture prompting her breasts to arch even higher and more invitingly, defying gravity itself.
Then she dropped her hands back down to her sides, took a deep breath, and slipped her thumbs down inside the tight elastic waistband of her panties. And as Jimmy watched with awe, she slowly began to squirm out of them, wriggling her buttocks slightly as she pushed the flimsy nylon down off her hips and let the panties drop to her ankles. Stepping lightly out of them, she stood completely naked, all her stunning feminine beauty exposed to his innocent gaze.
The astonished teenager's first impulse was to run, but he was so dumbstruck by the sight of his beautiful aunt standing stark naked before him that he couldn't pull his eyes away from her. She was more than he could have dreamed, even after seeing the pictures his brother had shown him the night before. He was panting crazily just looking at her pointed breasts and the tantalizing little nipples that tipped them, and now he could even see the soft black hair nestled awesomely beautiful between her thighs, not at all wiry like the few hairs he himself had, nor coarse and tangled like Pete's.
Then, as if to facilitate his longing, Sharon turned suddenly toward the door, facing him so that he could better appreciate the incredible roundness of her breasts, the symmetrical placement of the inviting little nipples. She too was gazing down at her body, and the fact that she was not looking at the door gave Jimmy the time to let his own eyes descend in detailed inspection over all the naked beauty of her lushly exposed flesh. And as he looked right at the triangle of soft black hair down between her thighs, glimpsing even the top of the little pink slit that must be her cunt, the boy realized even in his innocence that he was witnessing and observing one of the truly beautiful sights to be seen in the world. He didn't even know why it was beautiful, what it was that made it appealing. He only knew that he'd never seen anything so compelling in his life, and intuitively knew that he never would again.
A sixth sense seemed to warn Jimmy and he jerked his head back from the crack in the door just as his aunt lifted her eyes. He waited, again not daring to breathe. She'd almost seen him then and he knew that the most intelligent thing he could do now was quit while he was ahead. He'd seen everything there was to see. To look at her further was only going to increase the risk. But he couldn't stop himself. He had to have just one more look and, casting caution to the wind, Jimmy again leaned around to peer through the door just as his aunt turned away to present him with the almost equally tantalizing view of her naked buttocks, of the whole darkly forbidden crack of her ass between the dimpled half moons of her buttocks. As Jimmy gawked, the twenty-eight year old brunette walked away from him across the room to the closet. She opened the door and took a long negligee from the hook, wrapping it gently over her shoulders and extending her arms into the sleeves. Then suddenly and without warning she turned, and the color drained from Jimmy's face as she stared right through the crack into his own widened eyes.
Never before in his short life had young Jimmy Harwood felt as bad as he did that terrible moment. He stood still, paralyzed, the pallor that had engulfed his face replaced by a crimson flush as Sharon stared at him in shock and horror.
"Jimmy! Jimmy, how could you?"
This was what he had feared, and yet he knew that by lingering so long he'd almost been asking for it to happen. He felt as if it were the end of the world and as her dark eyes bore into him he felt the tears suddenly pour from his own eyes and trickle wetly down his red flushed cheeks.
"Come here, Jimmy!" Sharon snapped in a cracking voice. "Come in here right now, and close that door behind you."
"Please, Aunt Sharon. I didn't mean anything. Honest, I just happened to walk by accidentally."
"You walked by accidentally on your way to where, pray tell?" Sharon hissed, unable to keep the acid out of her voice. She had been almost as stunned at the sight of Jimmy as Jimmy had been at being caught spying on her, and she was completely at a loss as to how to handle the situation. In a way she was only playing for time at pretending to be cross and upset, because the truth was that she didn't really know how she felt about the discovery that her fourteen year old nephew was peeking on her and must certainly have watched her get undressed. Moments before, he must have seen her stark naked. He must have been staring at her lushly curved body the same way she'd seen him staring at the photos of the naked women the night before when she'd looked into his bedroom.
A strange illicit sensation rippled through Sharon's body as she stood there, still immodestly clothed in only the flimsy, near transparent negligee, staring fixedly through the door at the trembling form of her brother's youngest son. She knew that by any standard she should be genuinely angry at this blatant invasion of her privacy. But she wasn't angry at all, and she didn't even understand the meaning of her own feelings. She was shocked, but she did not resent what Jimmy had done. For some unexplainable reason she couldn't bring herself to resent it, and it was only a sense of duty as the boy's aunt that forced upon her the conclusion that in spite of her own lack of real indignation, she had to take her frightened nephew to task for the despicable act he'd committed.
"I said come in here!" she snapped again.
Sheepishly Jimmy moved through the doorway and pulled the door shut behind him.
"Well, young man. Would you like to tell me how long you've been standing there watching me?"
"Please, Aunt Sharon," Jimmy pleaded. "I'll never do it again. I promise."
"Answer my question," Sharon insisted, though she was aware of a warming surge of sympathy swelling in her bosom. Oddly, she was almost flattered that he should be interested in looking at her the way he had, but she still knew she had to teach him a lesson now to prevent its becoming a habit. "How long were you there?"
"Only a...a couple of minutes," the stricken boy blundered. Nothing, but nothing, could be worse than his Aunt Sharon's anger and contempt, and Jimmy felt like a worm standing there frail and shirtless in only his Levi's, the tears spilling unrestrained down his crimson cheeks.
"A couple of minutes? Is that right? Then you must have seen . . . ? You must have seen . . . ? " Sharon's voice trailed off. My God, what was she saying? What was she thinking about? Her mind was jumbled and that same thought, as a stark and shocking concept, kept turning over in her mind. What Jimmy had seen. He must have seen everything, everything she had to show.
"I didn't see anything," the frightened youngster stated suddenly.
"Don't lie to me!" Sharon hissed. He had seen her. He had seen everything. She knew it instinctively, and she felt the craziest compulsion to hear him admit it with his own lips. "I know you saw me, Jimmy. At least have...have the courage to admit what you've done."
"All right," Jimmy whimpered in a small voice, casting his eyes forlornly down at his own bare feet. "I saw you."
Sharon's heart was pounding in her breast and she could hardly catch her breath. She could feel a nervous fluttering in her stomach and for a moment she was afraid she wouldn't have the voice to speak. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she felt as though she were possessed, driven by a perverse and diabolical being that lived deep inside herself. "What did you see? Tell me what you saw."
"I saw you naked," he said, trembling in shame.
A little stab of erotic sensation jabbed the young brunette as she stood there gazing down at her cute little nephew.
"So you saw me naked?" she went on relentlessly, unable to stop herself though she knew that she was embarking on a course of madness. "And what did you see when I was naked?"
Jimmy stared up at her pleadingly. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't understand what she was trying to do to him, but surely she couldn't want to hear that, not the description of what he'd seen.
"Come on, Jimmy."
But she was insisting, and Jimmy was beginning to feel there was no way out.
"I saw...I saw your...tits."
The crude word sent a shiver rippling down the slightly inebriated woman's spine. She'd indulged in several more of her so-called medicinal whiskies than was her habit and she realized that the alcohol had combined with her own shock at finding she'd been watched as she was undressing, to have a dangerous effect upon her thought process. She knew now that she was making things worse for Jimmy. She had gone far beyond her duty as an aunt and somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that what he'd done was really only natural for a boy his age, natural and healthy curiosity and nothing more. But she was still compelled to carry the conversation to its conclusion, even if her rational mind knew that she was making a mistake.
"And what else did you see? Don't try to tell me you looked only at my breasts."
"Please, Aunt Sharon. I don't want to say t-that t-to you."
The near naked brunette waited silently, her burning eyes negating her nephew's pleading words. A strange excitement was creeping over her goose bumped flesh. She felt dazed, and she couldn't deny that it gave her a licentious thrill to imagine Jimmy watching her strip off her clothing and the flimsy undergarments she'd worn beneath them. It meant nothing, of course, for Jimmy was only a child. But he was a male, and it had been so long since she'd revealed herself naked to any male.
The miserable young teenager waited as the seconds ticked by. He tried to think of another time in his life, of a time when everything had been all right instead of all wrong, but even in his imagination he couldn't extricate himself from this moment, the most embarrassing and frightening moment of his life. And though he didn't understand why she wanted to hear it, he knew he was going to have to confess everything to his aunt. He could see it in her eyes.
"I...I saw your pussy," he blurted out suddenly, new tears of shame streaming down his cheeks at the sound of his voice uttering that shocking word right in front of the aunt of whom he was so enamored.
Before him, Sharon drew her own breath in sharply. The word in question sent a lewd thrill darting through her, the erotic image it inspired in her mind almost causing her legs to go weak. But now, she realized, the conversation was really off course. This was supposed to be a chastisement of the mischievous teenager, not a lesson in the use of profanity.
"Where...where did you learn that disgusting word?" she demanded, reaching out to grab the young boy roughly by the shoulder. What she'd intended was to shake him, but what she really wanted to do was to take him in her arms, to hug him warmly to her breasts, to let him know that she wasn't really angry with him for peeking on her. But she reminded herself that she had to be firm. She had to find some way now to justify her forcing him to have described what he'd seen. "I don't want to ever hear you use that word again, Jimmy," she said at last. "Do you understand?"
Jimmy nodded miserably. But in spite of all his fear and humiliation the young boy couldn't help being aware of the enveloping nearness of his still almost naked aunt. Her hand was clenched on her shoulder and through the gauzy material of her nightgown he could see the fascinating line of cleavage between her upstanding breasts, the mauve nipples that peaked them and, letting his eyes venture daringly lower, the shadowy triangle of her black pubic hair still partly visible.
"And I'm...I'm going to have to teach.. . to teach you a lesson," the deliriously aroused divorcee gasped suddenly.
Even Sharon couldn't believe the thought that had popped into her mind. The very concept made everything else she had said tonight pale in comparison, and she didn't know how she could even have thought of such a thing. But the idea had come of its own accord. It loomed up in her mind; it overpowered her.
"I'm going to give you a taste...a taste of your own medicine," she said. "Do you understand?"
Jimmy stared up at his aunt in complete confusion. He was standing so close to her he could have almost bitten her on the breast. She was holding him there like that, her hand digging so hard into his bare shoulder that it hurt. And she was talking as if she was going to punish him or something.
"I want you to take off your pants," she blurted, her voice quivering with anticipation.
Jimmy jerked back, staring up at Sharon's sensuously sultry face in horror. "Are you gonna...are you gonna spank me?"
Oh you poor dear, Sharon thought, almost swooning with the sheer intensity of her feelings for the cute young fourteen year old. He thought she was going to spank him and that was something she could never have dreamed of, in spite of the fact that merely the thought of what it would feel like to slap her hand across his naked little buttocks caused a sudden gushing of warm secretions from her aching vagina and a tingle in the already hardened little bud of her clitoris that almost drove her out of her mind.
"Please don't," he whined. "Please don't do that. I feel...I feel bad enough as it is."
My God, thought Sharon. I've really got to get a hold of myself. "I haven't said anything about spanking you," she gasped, trying to control her voice. "But. . . but if you don't do as I said I may do exactly that. Now drop your pants."
His face crimson, Jimmy began to unbutton his Levi's. Now he couldn't even bring himself to look his aunt in the eye. But he knew he had to do what she'd told him. If she spanked him, he would never be able to face her again. How could he lie in bed dreaming about sex with a woman who had spanked him? Something about the whole idea made his skin crawl. But even so he could feel his penis, which had gone completely limp when Sharon looked through the door and saw him, begin to twitch back up to its pulsing little erection, and to fight it he tried to concentrate on the iceberg that ripped the hull of the Titanic the way he'd seen once in a movie as he pulled down the zipper and let the jeans drop to the floor at his ankles.
Sharon gasped aloud, now so delirious as to be almost unaware of what she was doing. Her eyes feasted hungrily on the telltale bulge looming up in Jimmy's jockey shorts. He had a hard-on! He was excited, she realized, just as excited as she! But she knew she hadn't seen everything. There was one more step and then the punishment would be complete and Jimmy could go back to his room to bed.
"Now...now the shorts," she whispered.
"No!" Jimmy gasped. "No, please. Don't make me take off my shorts."
"Why not?" Sharon said, leering crazily down at the even greater tenting of her nephew's cock in the white material of his shorts.
"Because I. . . because...because...." Jimmy stammered helplessly.
"Because you have a filthy little erection!" Sharon almost shrieked, her hands dropping suddenly to seize the elastic waistband of the boy's jockey shorts and yank them down to mid-thigh, completely freeing the innocent looking little penis looming up from the terrified youngster's thinly haired loins.
"Yes!" Jimmy sobbed in complete humiliation, his shoulders shaking in helpless convulsions. Watching him, Sharon felt an even more profound rush of pity and love for the mortified teenager. She'd gone too far. Somehow she knew she had to make up for what she'd done, and with a sudden surge of guilt she gathered him again in her arms, pulling him forward against her hardly protected body, pressing his face tight to her luxurious breasts, feeling his quivering naked body warm against her own trembling flesh, delighting in the obscene prodding of his hard little cock against the softness of her thigh.
Jimmy tried to still his convulsively jerking body. It felt so good and safe, snuggling here in Aunt Sharon's arms. The fragrant warmth of her nearly naked body enveloped him. He felt at once drowsy and excited and he was acutely aware of her breasts against his face, of the feel of her thighs, through the gauzy nightgown thing she was wearing, right on his prick.
Sharon was caught up in a whirlpool of conflicting feelings. Something had been unlocked inside her and she was experiencing licentious sensations she hadn't known in years. Her body was waking up, as though after a long sleep. In the back of her liquor dazed mind a warning note clanged, but she ignored it. There was a deep searching love and hunger in her body and somehow in her present warped state of rationalizing it seemed that there was nothing wrong or immoral about the feelings she was having. She wanted to do something, something she'd never done in her life to any man. And she was going to do it. She was going to make up for the way she'd shamed and humiliated little Jimmy. No matter what the consequences or personal degradation she was going to right the wrong she had done.
"Oh Jimmy," she moaned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. And I'm going to make it up to you in a way you're really going to like. I'm going to show you just how much I like you."
The astonished teenager felt as if he'd been hit by a thunderbolt. He didn't really know what his aunt was talking about, but the way her voice sounded lusty and almost hungry was making his cock get harder by the second. The strain was almost more than he could bear and he could feel her twisting her body, increasing the friction of her thighs against it as if she wanted to feel it between them.
Now the aroused young aunt was being carried along on the crest of the wave that had swept over her. She'd completely abandoned her moral principals and inhibitions and she was no longer in control of her thoughts. And her hands, as if possessed of a will of their own, were creeping eagerly down toward the stiff little rod of her young nephew's rock hard penis.
"Now I'm going to touch your lovely little cock," she purred gustily in the trembling youngster's ears. "You'll like that, won't you, Jimmy?"
Jimmy's head was spinning and he felt so tight inside that he could hardly talk. He had never dreamed of anything like this happening to him and he really didn't know what to make of it all. The only thing he did know was that he was feeling things that he'd never felt before. And he did like it!
"Do you want me to do that, Jimmy?"
"Y-yes," the boy grunted finally. "Yes, I'd really like it a lot."
His boyish words thrilled the aroused young divorcee in a way she hadn't known in months. Fleetingly now she thought of her brother Dave, not as the grown man she knew now, but the boy of whom she'd been so fond of as a girl. I always wanted to make love to him, she thought hazily, though I didn't know what it meant then.
Jimmy's eyes bulged and he wanted to ram his fist in his mouth to keep from crying out as he felt his aunt's hand come into contact with his hotly pulsating little cock. He'd never known anything like that. It didn't even resemble the feeling he derived from touching himself that way, and he felt as if he were going to pop out of his skin. He wondered what Pete would say, seeing him now, knowing that Aunt Sharon was touching and stroking his penis like this, holding his body against her own, snuggling her luxurious breasts in his face until Jimmy was almost smothered. A feeling of pride and superiority rushed through the passionately excited teenager, and then he completely forgot even that as he was lost in the wave of lustful sensation which swept over him as his lecherous aunt tightened her lascivious grip on his slenderly jerking cock.
Sharon was consumed with her own growing arousal. Jimmy's turgid young penis felt so lovely and warm in her hand that she thought she would never want to let it go. It was so smooth and at the same time so hard, and she clung to it as though it was the very source of her life.
"It's so beautiful, honey, oh God, it's so beautiful," she moaned ecstatically. Her other arm was now circled around her nephew's back, holding him close against her heaving breasts, and she would have liked to let him go so she could guide his hand toward her burning nipples. But she was afraid of losing him. She knew what she was doing must be shocking and perhaps even frightening him, and she didn't dare risk having him escape from her embrace and flee.
Even as she basked in her pleasure and lust, an inner voice tried to tell her what she was doing was wrong, but she paid it no attention. She was corrupting an innocent child. She knew it, and yet even knowing it she had no inclination to try to stop herself. All rational ability had left her and she had become almost another person when she'd first seen her nephew's beautifully naked young body. She had turned into an alien being, a creature she couldn't understand, in her own mind. But she didn't care. She didn't want to think about it and nothing was important but the ecstasy and evil that had possessed her.
"You're not frightened, are you, darling?" she whispered anxiously, looking tenderly down into Jimmy's bewildered but obviously excited face.
"No," he answered hesitantly. "Well, maybe just a little bit."
The look of trust and explicit innocence in the young boy's face touched Sharon almost to the point of bursting into tears.
"Oh Jimmy, honey, I'm going to make you so happy. Don't worry about a thing. Just let me take care of you now."
Tenderly Sharon urged the trembling teenager down to the floor. She stretched him out on the carpet, and knelt beside him, her eyes revealing her deep emotion as she gazed hungrily down at him. He was so young, she thought, just a baby really. And so different from his brother. Lovingly she enclosed his still inflated penis in her eager hand and began to roll it back and forth, squeezing it tightly and feeling the blood pulsing through it. The head looked bulbous and blood colored and she could see the hairless sac of his little balls beginning to squirm visibly as if with an excitement of its own.
The lascivious aunt hesitated but for a moment, reminding herself again that what she was about to do was wrong. It went against everything she'd ever been taught, everything she'd ever believed in, but somehow now even that was not enough to hold her back. Her inhibitions had lifted and her body's driving need was a force which overwhelmed her, blotting out everything but the surging lust and hunger raging like an inferno of hell through her whole being.
Jimmy was so keyed up that he thought he might snap at any moment. He'd never felt this way in his life and the feeling was almost like suffocation. He wanted to lash out, to grab and claw at his aunt's softly sensuous flesh. He wanted to touch her and kiss her, wanted to feel the most private parts of her voluptuous body. But he didn't dare, and he could do nothing but lie passively and wait to see what she would do to him.
Jimmy watched in disbelief as the older woman's face hovered over his legs and she bent gradually lower and lower over his eagerly throbbing cock. Into his mind flashed the picture that he had seen for the briefest seconds before Sharon had walked in on him and his brother last night. Through the sheerness of the transparent nightgown she was wearing, he compared his aunt's body to the body of that woman in the photograph, and he told himself that Sharon was even sexier and more beautiful. And she was no picture. She was alive and she was here, leaning her face now so close to his cock he almost had the feeling she was about to take it in her mouth.
Then, seconds later, the aroused boy watched in utter disbelief as her pink tongue flicked out and licked right on the virginally throbbing head of his cock. He moaned uncontrollably, a new thrill of almost unimaginable pleasure chasing electrically up his spine. Then she brought her lovely full mouth right down on it, enclosing the pulsing rubbery head up in between her warmly clasping lips, her tongue swirling over it with a maddening effect that almost drove the inexperienced fourteen year old out of his mind.
The feverish boy moaned again and involuntarily jerked his hips upward from the floor, edging his distended penis farther up into the warm moist cavern of his aunt's hungrily sucking mouth. God, he couldn't believe what was happening to him. He'd never in his wildest dreams imagined anything like this and he knew without a doubt that his aunt would always be special to him as a result of what she was doing to him and the way she was making him feel right now with her licking and sucking of his lust hardened little cock.
"Oooooooh...uuggghhhhh," the youngster gasped, raising his head up from the carpet so he could see every bit of what was happening. His aunt's face looked more lovely than he had ever seen it as she knelt over his up-thrust cock, flicking her tongue up and down the straining shaft and in maddening circles over the lust swollen tip. He wondered what Pete would say if he knew what was happening to him. He'd probably be jealous, and he wouldn't be so high and mighty and grown up like after all. Jimmy would have bet money that Pete had never had anything like this done to him by the high school girls he was always playing around with, and even if he had, for sure those girls couldn't do it like Aunt Sharon was doing it to him right now.
The confused and aroused young divorcee was possessed by the wildest and most bewildering set of conflicting sensations she'd ever known in her life. Her body was alive with fiery chills and she wanted to fill every bit of her mouth with her nephew's throbbing little cock. Not that it was that little. It was slender, but still strong and questing, and it felt so good to have it inside her mouth. It was sheer heaven to run her tongue around and around the pulsating shaft, to feel the blood racing resoundingly through the teenage thickness. She loved dipping the tip of her tongue into the little glans at the end. She could taste the tangy seminal fluid and the delicious pungency of the boy's adolescent genitals wafted to her senses, adding further to the intensity of the sensations running amuck in her helplessly aroused loins and belly.
My God. Sharon thought deliriously to herself. He was such a beautiful boy. He was like a reincarnation of his father, her own brother, and she found herself now determined to keep on sucking his rock hard young cock until she forced his sperm from its hiding place in his tender little balls.
The excited brunette's tongue was working feverishly around Jimmy's pounding young member, her hand pumping furiously on his seething testicles. His ass cheeks were grinding spasmodically up off the floor as he forced his driving cock up between the kneeling brunette's tightly rounded lips and his moans of obvious pleasure sent new chills darting electrically through her. She was delighted at the. opportunity to give her little pet such a pleasant new experience and she could see masking his handsome young face a lust which seemed incongruous with his years, a smoldering of awakened desire that was mirrored in his once innocent eyes.
Jimmy's tense virginal body was alive with fiery ripples of forbidden sensation as a strange gnawing made its way from deep within his balls, and his cock felt as if it would explode at any minute. He was completely losing his control and he knew that before long his white hot cum would go shooting out the tip, and he wondered vaguely what his aunt would do when that happened. If she didn't take her mouth off his cock it was going to shoot right into her throat. But she must know that, and she seemed only to be sucking more hungrily, as if she wasn't even worried about such a lewd possibility.
That would be just too much, Jimmy thought, and he wanted to give her some kind of warning. But at the same time he wanted her to keep sucking him and he was powerless to bring himself to make a move to discourage her. He realized that the driving of his hips was getting stronger by the minute and he knew he was forcing his lustfully aroused instrument all the way into his aunt's throat. It must be hurting her, he thought. It must be choking her, but she was making sounds almost as if she liked it. There was a happy contented look on her face, even as she strained, her head bobbing rhythmically, her cheeks hollowing and expanding from her frenzied oral manipulations.
Sharon was well aware of the quickening of Jimmy's pelvic thrusts and she doubled her own frantic sucking and licking of his cock. Her mouth felt stuffed full of his virginal penis and she knew that very soon now her cheeks would be bloated with cum. She'd never done this for any man, not even her ex-husband, but now she could hardly wait to swallow the boy's cum down her throat, to possess her beloved nephew's life giving essence. And it wouldn't be long. He was moaning in complete incoherence now, his hips levering violently up from the floor, his back arching as if to push his insistently palpitating cock all the way to her tonsils. Oh the little darling, she thought, basking in her masochistic ecstasy. He was so excited. He was completely and absolutely aroused and she was really driving him out of his mind. He was going to cum. Any minute now, any second, he was going to cum.
"Aaaaggghh...uugggghhhh!"
Jimmy felt like a bomb had exploded right in his own loins and cock. The gnawing in his churning balls had ceased and he knew the spasms he now experienced were the pumping of his semen up the throbbing shaft of his lust inflamed hardness and out the little hole at the tip. And it was going right into her mouth, just as he'd imagined it would. But now that it was happening the full impact of the seriousness of that fact impressed itself upon him and for a moment he almost panicked. What would she say? Would she ever be able to forgive him for that? Why didn't she jerk her head away, he wondered, at the same time reaching down to seize her hair and pull her face even more snugly against his adolescent loins. But he realized that incredible as it seemed she was sucking even harder now that he'd begun to shoot off. She was drinking his cum. She was ravenously swallowing every drop of the obscene stuff as he felt it shoot in a torrent from his jerking member.
"Nnnnnnggghhh...ooooohhhhh!" Jimmy gasped as he watched his aunt's Adam's apple bob up and down with her hungry gulping. He sighed deeply and, with a last violent lunging of his hips, emptied the last of his surging sperm into her eagerly receiving mouth. Through the blur of his passion dimmed eyes he watched her passion flushed face continue to nuzzle into his thinly haired loins even as his penis began to get soft in her mouth. Then she raised up slightly, licking his shaft dry and letting it slip from her lips to fall down limply against his leg.
Jimmy didn't make a move. He was afraid to. The seriousness of the act he and his aunt had just committed swept over him in a threatening cloud and he was too amazed to even speak. He lay back on the floor, closing his eyes, straining to catch his breath. Then he stiffened, hearing something that sounded like a sob. He raised his head in time to see Sharon, her face streaking with tears, get unsteadily to her feet and rush suddenly from the room.
Oh my God, he thought. What have I done? Now she really was mad at him. Bewilderment and regret creeping heavily over him the fourteen year old boy dragged himself to his feet and put his trousers back on and fled stealthily from his aunt's bedroom and back down the hall.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pete Harwood reeled in his line and noted with disgust that the bait was untouched. He cast again and resumed his seat on the end of the peer beside his brother.
"I wonder why they're not biting," Jimmy remarked absently. "I thought the fish in the ocean always bit."
"Maybe we're just not lucky," said Pete. He turned, gazing intently at his brother's face. "Is something worrying you?"
"Me? No, of course not," Jimmy said almost too quickly. "Why would...why would you think that?"
"I dunno. You've looked nervous all day. Especially at breakfast with Aunt Sharon this morning. And she looked nervous too. Neither one of you said anything to each other and she couldn't even look you in the eye."
"She couldn't . . . . ? " Jimmy asked falteringly. . "No. She couldn't."
Jimmy gave a hard jerk on his rod as though attempting to set the hook in a fish, though in face he'd felt nothing. He wondered if Pete had any suspicion about what had happened last night. He'd liked to have been able to tell his older brother the whole story, though he was sure Pete would never have believed him.
But it really was a heck of a story. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about what Aunt Sharon had done to him last night, though even he had a hard time believing it himself. If it hadn't been for her obvious nervousness or even resentment, which Pete had just referred to, Jimmy might have wondered this morning if it all hadn't been a dream. But it had happened. She really had sucked his cock and not only sucked it but swallowed the cum when he shot it into her mouth. The problem was that he was sure she regretted what she'd done. And she'd probably never do it again.
"Where'd you go when you got out of bed last night?" Pete asked suddenly, now looking shrewdly at the younger boy.
"Huh? What...what are you talking about?" Jimmy managed.
"Last night. You got up and left the room."
"Oh! Oh, that. I went...uh...to the bathroom," the teenager stammered apprehensively.
"The bathroom, huh. You were gone an awful long time." Pete paused, studying his brother's apprehensive face. Something had happened last night. He would have bet money on it. And he was determined to find out what it was. "What were you doing? Jacking off?"
"I wasn't jacking off!" Jimmy blurted angrily. "I don't have to jack off. "
"You don't have to?" Pete sneered. "Listen, there's nothing wrong with jacking off, particularly when you're just a kid and you've got no other way of getting your nuts off."
"I'm not just a kid," Jimmy retorted defensively. He didn't like the way Pete was questioning him, and he was only vaguely conscious that he was about to fall into his brother's trap. But he just couldn't stand being treated like be didn't know anything, when in fact he was almost certain he'd now gone farther than Pete ever had. "I've learned a few things in my day."
"Like what?"
"There's more to it than looking at dirty pictures and jacking off."
"More to what?"
"More to sex."
"All right. If you want to keep it secret, keep it a secret. I'm not interested. I know something's happened, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Pete gazed back out over the rippling blue waves. "Probably wasn't really anything anyway."
"It was too!"
Pete grinned. "It was?"
Crap, Jimmy thought. Now he'd really gotten himself in a trap. He knew Pete, and he knew his brother suspected something. And he'd keep digging for it, the way he'd been digging these last few minutes, until Jimmy leveled with him.
"All right," the youngster said finally. "But I don't think you'll believe me even if I do tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Tell you what happened last night."
Jimmy took a deep breath. "Aunt Sharon sucked me off."
"Huh?"
"She sucked my prick."
"I don't believe it."
"I told you, you wouldn't," said Jimmy, gazing gloomily down at the sea beneath them. He'd said it, and now the whole thing was a let down. Of course Pete didn't believe him. He hardly believed it himself.
"Are you shitting me?"
Jimmy looked up hopefully at his brother and shook his head. "Honest, I'm not. It really happened. I promise. It really did."
Pete stared almost aghast at his brother. That was really too much. It just couldn't be true. And yet he felt a sudden surge of anger and jealousy just at the thought. And though he felt a defensive inclination to laugh at what Jimmy had told him, he didn't because deep down inside he had the strangest feeling it must be true. It was too incredible to be fiction. If Jimmy was going to tell him a lie about something, he would tell something that could halfway be believed. The kid had neither the imagination nor the experience to invent something as far out as that.
"All right," Pete said at last. "I'm not saying I do believe you and I'm not saying I don't. Just tell me how it happened.
Jimmy felt a sudden surge of pride. He could hear the grudging admiration in his brother's voice and though he knew he should have kept what had happened secret, he was glad Pete had talked him into telling. Somehow talking about it seemed like half the fun and he felt the sudden impulse to recount the whole story in fine detail. Proudly, he did just that, building slowly up to the end when his aunt had not only taken his shooting cum into her mouth, but had swallowed it.
"She really gulped it down, huh?" Pete asked, obviously impressed.
"Every drop," Jimmy smiled. "And she licked me clean after she was through."
"And what did she do then?"
Jimmy hesitated. That was the part he didn't care to recount. That was the part that troubled him. "She...I dunno. She got up and left the room and...."
"And what?" Pete prompted.
"I'm not sure. I think she's mad at me. I think she was crying."
"She was probably mad at herself," Pete said wisely, feeling an anger of his own well in his chest. That bitch! Who did she think she was, doing something like that to his kid brother? She was really some kind of a pervert, he thought, their own father's sister. But even now he could feel his cock jerking in his trousers just at the lewd thought of what Jimmy had described.
"Mad at herself?" Jimmy asked hesitantly. "Why should she be mad at herself?"
"For acting like a whore," said Pete, suddenly reeling his line in. "I've had it with this stupid fishing. I'm gonna take a walk or something."
"But Pete, just a minute," Jimmy said as the older boy stood up. "What do you think I should do? Do you think I should go to her room again tonight and see if she'll do it again?"
Pete bit his lip thoughtfully, then shook his head. "No. Don't try to push her into anything. Let her make the first move."
"I guess you're right," said Jimmy with disappointment. "But I don't know if she will. And I sure would like for her to do it again."
"Jimmy. Jimmy, you asleep?" Jimmy heard his older brother whispering in the darkness of their bedroom. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped himself. He'd been lying there, pretending to sleep, for the last half hour, awaiting the change in the sound of his older brother's breathing that would signal he was asleep. Because he'd already made up his mind.
In spite of his brother's advice he was determined to go back to Aunt Sharon's room again tonight. They had only eleven more days before they would be going back home, and he wasn't going to spend all that precious time waiting for her to make the move she might never make. Because even in his youth and inexperience Jimmy had been able to deduce a couple of things by observing his aunt tonight. She did feel guilty about what she had done and she wouldn't voluntarily do it again. But she wanted to, or she would have liked to. Of that he was almost certain. A couple of times when they were watching television tonight he'd caught her looking at him.
She'd always looked immediately away, but not before he'd seen that same hungry look in her eyes he'd seen last night just before she took his penis in her mouth . . .
In the other bed, Pete sighed. Well, he thought, it was now or never. He was goddamned if he was going to let Jimmy have all the fun, and his own present plan of action had begun to formulate itself almost immediately after his younger brother's admission of what had happened last night. He'd already been thinking about it when he advised Jimmy to wait for their aunt's summons rather than just going to her room. The goddamn bitch, he thought. Picking on a young kid like that. She wasn't going to get away with it, and Pete already knew just how she was going to avenge what she'd done.
Silently, the older of the two teenagers slipped from his bed and pulled on his Levi's. As Jimmy, unbeknownst to him, stiffened in the darkness, Pete went out the door and started down the hall toward their aunt's bedroom.
The more mature fifteen year old tiptoed the last several steps. He paused outside the door, taking a deep breath, and pushed the door silently open. The room was dark but he could see the sleeping figure of his aunt outlined beneath the sheet. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, certain that the sound of his own thudding heart was as loud as a tom-tom. Then he pulled the door quietly shut behind him and tiptoed to the bed. He paused, standing over the prone form of the sleeping woman. Leaning down toward her face, he smelled her breath, confirming what last night he'd only suspected: She'd been drinking.
With a trembling hand Pete reached out to seize the thin sheet, pulling it slowly down to Sharon's waist and gazing hungrily at her exposed body. He had to admit she did look beautiful, like an angel lying there with her long brown hair spread out around her face on the pillow. She was wearing a see through nightie and he could discern the shadowy outlines of her temptingly up-thrust breasts and even the dark circles of her nipples. He would have loved to reach out and touch them, but he didn't dare yet. But he was determined at least to get a better look at the rest of her body. After all, Jimmy had.
Holding his breath, Pete drew the thin covering of his aunt's nightie aside, then dragged the sheet slowly downward to the foot of the bed. Oh please, God, don't let her wake tip, he prayed in silent thought. He was desperately afraid, but by reminding himself what she'd done to Jimmy the night before, he rallied his courage, letting his eyes race hungrily over the naked rounds of her breasts and down the smoothness of her belly to the wispy triangle of dark hair between her legs. Then as he started to lean lower over her, Aunt Sharon stirred.
The frightened teenager conquered the temptation to flee. His heart throbbing, he stood his ground as the half naked woman shifted her position slightly, spreading her thighs a few inches apart so that when at last he did lean lower over her, Pete was able to discern the thinly glistening slit of her cunt nestled so secretly in the. soft curls of her pussy hair.
The young boy felt an unexpected stirring of his cock and he realized he was getting a hard-on. It was really no wonder, because the sight of his lovely aunt lying there in nothing but her sheer nightie , it was good.
The youngster hesitated, considering the discovery he'd made. Then he lowered his head again and swiped his tongue back along the wet pink pussy flesh, a tingle of pleasure darting through his body as a result of the strange experiment he was conducting down between his aunt's sensuously parted thighs. Then suddenly she shifted again and for a moment he feared she was waking. He waited motionless between her thighs, holding his breath, until again she was still.
The inexperienced teenager was growing gradually braver, and now he began to nibble gently at the succulent hair lined moistness of Sharon's cunt, inhaling the sweet feminine aroma of her loins and titillating the swollen outer lips repeatedly with his slavering tongue. He continued mouthing her quivering little vagina, his own perverse excitement rising out of control deep in his belly, the daring that had allowed him to begin the bizarre little game now affording him the courage to cast caution to the wind. After all, he was supposed to be punishing her wasn't he? He was evening the score for the way she'd taken advantage of his kid brother. The least he could do was put his heart and soul into it.
But even now the impassioned youth could hardly believe the obscene act he was committing on his aunt's peacefully sleeping body. His anger and resentment had already begun to fade and he started to think of Sharon again the way he'd thought of her so many times before when he masturbated secretly in his bed or behind the locked door of the bathroom. He had wanted her for so long, wanted to feel and kiss every inch of her voluptuous body, to see and touch her fabulous pussy. He wanted to fuck her, his own aunt, and he knew now that was the real reason he'd been so angered when Jimmy told his incredible story about the way she'd sucked him off until he came in her mouth. He'd been jealous of his brother. He was angry she'd done it to Jimmy instead of to him.
But now at least he was getting back at both of them, and at the same time he was going to be able to do some of the things he'd secretly dreamed of, even if he'd never expected that it would happen quite the way it was. And she was still sleeping, dreaming, he thought, from the soft moans that had begun to pour periodically from her lips. And that really would be the sweetest revenge of all, he told himself. If he could go through the whole routine of eating her without her waking up and then maybe even putting his cock in and fucking her for awhile, she wouldn't know for sure that it had really even happened. But he would know. He would know the whole story, and she would, he imagined now in his beginning of lust crazed delirium, only have the idea that something had happened. And he imagined that would endow him with a strange and delectable power over her.
Now Sharon moaned incoherently, arching her supple back up from the bed, little tingles of electric delight shooting all over her naked body in response to the perverse oral assult being perpetrated on her sleeping flesh. It had been so long since she'd felt anything like this. She'd been denied real tender physical contact for months and months, and now she had found it again in a dream. Her beloved Jimmy was licking and sucking her pussy, the way Blake had done only in the earliest days of their marriage, and the sheer joy she derived from the lust provoked assault was causing her to ascend to a state of physical nirvana she'd never known before.
"Oh Jimmy, Jimmy," she purred in barely intelligible syllables.
But God, she had promised herself that she would never touch little Jimmy again. She had repented and had mentally and emotionally castigated herself like a whore on the pillory for the evil act to which she'd subjected her innocent nephew. And now she was allowing him to do the reverse of that forbidden thing to her. It was wrong, even more wicked than her previous transgression, and her only consolation was her vague unconscious knowledge that it wasn't really happening, that it was only a dream.
Then, as Pete used his thumbs to part the hair lined folds of her cunt, pulling the lips apart to better expose her warm interior flesh to his obscenely worming tongue, she ascended another step to a higher level of unconscious bliss. Now she was almost awake, and the dream was still happening, and she could see that everything was not quite right at all.
"Oh Jimmy...Jimmy stop," she said, now much more clearly. "Stop that now. I can't let you do it to me like this."
In her still half sleeping state, Sharon was now genuinely disturbed and she tried to force herself to wakefulness. She had to stop this perverted display before things got out of hand completely. She had to, no matter how much she secretly enjoyed the bizarre little dancing sensations darting over her naked flesh and through her quivering belly as a result of the continued assault of his tongue which was now working right up into the lust moistened warmth of her inner pussy flesh.
"Oh God, oh God, help me!" Sharon cried suddenly aloud, and with superhuman effort she opened her eyes and pushed herself up on her elbows on her bed. She was in her room. She was naked. It was dark. There was a kneeling figure between her widely parted thighs.
And it wasn't Jimmy at all! It wasn't a dream either! It was Jimmy's older brother Pete, feasting on her pussy as if she was a spread eagled virgin at a banquet for cannibals!
CHAPTER FIVE
Jimmy lay on his back in the darkness, silently ticking off the minutes in his mind. He stirred restlessly, his hand moving down his body to clutch his rigid little cock. Then he sat up. Pete had already been gone ten minutes or so and the younger brother was becoming very suspicious. He'd listened for a sound of the toilet flushing or water running in the bathroom to explain the other boy's absence, and he had heard nothing. He had heard Pete ask him if he was asleep just before leaving their bedroom. Why would he do that if he were just going out to the toilet or to the kitchen for water or something to eat?
Then suddenly Jimmy was struck by the true significance of the words of "advice" his brother had been kind enough to give him this afternoon. He glared wide eyed at the dark ceiling. He remembered the thoughtful look on Pete's face before he had spoken, the slow paced way the words had come out. And now he understood. Pete had double crossed him. He was sure of it at that moment, as his feet hit the floor and he slipped on his jeans and dashed out the door down the hall, as quietly as he could in his anger, to the door of his aunt's bedroom.
Sharon was still too stunned to speak. Paralyzed by the shocking realization of what was really happening to her, she was only able to sit wide eyed and open mouthed, muted by her astonishment, and stare.
And down between her thighs, Pete was too far gone to even know or care that his aunt had awakened. He was subjecting himself to the most humiliating act he'd ever committed in his life. He was eating her pussy and he was doing it with all the fervor of a sinner bent on self destruction.
The brunette divorcee felt as if she had tumbled into an insane nether world of the grotesque where everything was upside down. She had lost her voice and though she tried to scream no sound came. Desperately she tried to pull her lethargic body away from her nephew's hungrily slavering mouth, but her limbs refused to obey and she felt as if she were going completely out of her mind, slipping forever across the boundless gulf and into the darkness of lust crazed insanity. Then she managed a croak deep in her throat, then a low unearthly moan, and then finally a stilted phrase that rose almost calmly on her dry lips: "Jimmy. For God's sake Jimmy, stop it. Please stop it."
Pete stiffened between his aunt's softly scissoring thighs. Jimmy? She had called him Jimmy again, as he'd vaguely heard her say a few moments before in her sleep, and it was his deep felt resentment of the fact which quelled the panic that might otherwise have beset him at having her wake up and discover what he was doing to her. With a determined wrath he ignored her protest, seizing the two lewdly moistened lips of her lust aroused cunt and pulling them far out against the tendons of her inner thighs, sucking furiously at the saliva moistened layers of pussy flesh as he plunged his tongue swiftly and directly up into her most secret inner softness.
"Oh my God!" Sharon wailed, unable to resist the tantalizing sensation. "Stop it, please Jim...Pete! I mean. Please stop it, Pete!"
That's better, Pete thought, seizing the little bud of his Aunt Sharon's clitoris between his teeth and pulling it back and forth like a dog shaking a bone to prompt an even more impassioned cry from her horror contorted lips.
"Oh Pete! Stop it now!" Sharon managed to insist in spite of the sheer physical delight she was experiencing as a result of her nephew's lewd oral attack. But after a few more agonizing seconds the delightful licking and nibbling ceased and as she stared feverishly down in the darkness she saw the boy raise his head from its obscene position between her whitely splayed thighs. And mingled with the obvious desire she saw registered on his face was such a look of contempt that she felt a sudden wave of genuine fear for her safety. Never in her life had she seen such a look of hatred. What was he going to do to her? How was she going to defend herself against such wrath?
Pete stared up at his Aunt Sharon with glossy, burning eyes, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse and rasping: "You just lie down and shut up. I know what you did to Jimmy, and I'm just doing a little bit of the same thing to you. So let's see how you like that."
Then without another word Pete lowered his head back between his aunt's open thighs, resuming his oral thrusting and slavering up and down the trembling slit of her cunt and over the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
Sharon groaned in hopeless arousal, sinking back down on the bed in an agony of despair. Her head was reeling from the shocking statement of purpose her nephew had uttered and all she could think of was the truth and justness of what he had said. She'd deserved exactly what she was getting, she. knew. It was all merited. She was a wanton slut, a child molester, and she had no right to demand mercy.
And as Pete continued his tormenting punishment, tears filled the young woman's burning eyes and spilled in streaks down her cheeks. Her body felt flat and unresponsive and her arms and legs were like dead unmoving weights. She might as well have been bound and gagged, so profound was her inability to defend herself. She knew that by the same warped sense of logic under which she had functioned last night when she had sucked little Jimmy off, the young boy's older brother had every right to do exactly what he was doing to her now. He was punishing her in the most fitting conceivable way and she had to admit that there was no disgrace or humiliation that was too much for her after the evil she had already committed.
Pete realized with a surge of relief that he'd out bluffed his aunt. She'd had no idea that he was really terribly frightened. She also probably couldn't have guessed that as a result of some masochistic strain that must always secretly have been inherent to his nature, he was actually enjoying his own degradation in inflicting his punishment for her having molested his little brother the night before. He really liked licking and kissing her deliciously scented pussy, running his tongue in and out between the softly trembling lips, inhaling the magnificent woman odor of her secret loins.
And though he was completely inexperienced, a deep rooted animal instinct drove him on and he was rapidly gaining expertise. His tongue swirled swiftly in and out of the velvety recesses of Sharon's desire seared pussy, sucking and drawing out her tasty vaginal moisture. Having won the psychological confrontation that had occurred when she first awoke, he was fast losing his inhibitions, becoming bolder by the moment, and his hands tightened on the warm softness of her inner thighs as he buried his perspiring face even deeper into the urgently squirming furrow of her cunt. His tongue searched out and found the hard little button of her clitoris and the even more desperate wail of grudging delight that burst to her lips let him know that he'd discovered the key to her desire.
This was really it, he thought, the source of her deepest feminine sensation and he attacked it now with instinctive know how, tweaking the waking little bud frenziedly with his lips and teeth, feeling it stir and harden to new life under his taunting oral caress. And at the same time he drove his tongue even deeper and harder up into the wetly writhing inner folds of her pussy to further intensify the devastation he was wreaking upon her passion seared vaginal flesh.
Sharon lay almost comatose, swamped with misery and shame. There was nothing she could do to ward off the obscene onslaught, even if she wanted to. She had no choice but to take her punishment, to suffer the crowning insult of being taken advantage of in the most debasing imaginable fashion by her vengeance bent nephew. She was allowing herself to be bullied into accepting his unwanted tongue fucking of the most secret and private parts of her body, just as Jimmy had submitted to her own hungry lust the night before, and she wasn't even trying to fight back.
But there was a phenomenon even more complex at work, of which the young divorcee was only belatedly aware. Several minutes passed before she realized what was happening inside her body, and by the time the full realization came it was too late. At first she thought she was only imagining the lewd little tinglings of desire that had started to flare deep up into the pit of her belly. She thought it was some vicarious residue of pleasure left over from the beginning of the attack, when she had thought this was all only a dream and had not bothered to resist the enjoyment she should naturally have derived on the level of simple physical feeling. But gradually she had to face the fact that her body was still responding to the crude oral ministrations of her older nephew. She was not only submitting to her punishment. She was enjoying it in the most lascivious conceivable manner.
The tinglings that had erupted gradually were building into a rampaging fire which swept through her enslaved body and forced it suddenly into life with new and unsolicited sensation. Desperately she tried to grind her softly rounded buttocks into the bed to quench the lewd flames building in her, but that attempt only served to bring the urgently erected little bud of her clitoris into even more defenseless contact with Pete's greedily questing mouth, and as the relentless sparks of desire darted out from her clitoris and all through her lewdly moistened loins, new involuntary moans, of submission poured desperately from her voluptuous lips.
"Oooohhh...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered, completely beyond mental control, her slavish utterance a spontaneous recognition and admission of what was taking place in her shameful body. And for Pete it served as a green light, telling him to go ahead and take her to his heart's content with his hotly sucking lips and nibbling teeth and slavering tongue. He felt her hips begin to grind in a slow sensual rhythm and involuntarily she spread her legs out even farther apart, offering the full quivering furrow of her eagerly accepting vagina up to her passionate young nephew's incestuous lust.
Pete could hardly believe it when he heard the older woman's sighs of animal pleasure. The knowledge that she was beginning to accept his obscene pussy tonguing sent a surge of pride and self satisfaction surging up in the fifteen year old's chest. She liked it! She liked his tongue in her pussy! She was wallowing like a slave beneath him and she had opened her legs wider to facilitate his attack and was pushing her cunt up against his face, asking for it, begging for it, wanting more and more.
Now the hopeful teenager doubled the efforts of his ceaselessly working tongue, darting it deeper and deeper into the petal shaped little opening that beckoned him hypnotically to further perverseness. He hadn't been planning originally to play around like this for so long. This should only have been a prelude to actually fucking his aunt, but he'd decided that since she obviously enjoyed what he was doing he might as well really let her have it. And with that determined, the boy let out all the stops and began wildly dabbing at her viscous little vaginal opening, tasting and savoring the velvety softness, scratching his cheeks and nose with the soft little tendrils of deliciously lubricated pubic hair. Now he had not the slightest compulsion to hold back, and he unfurled his tongue swiftly into the honey sweet orifice and plunged it right up into his aunt's openly flowering vagina.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh...oooohhhh God, yessssssss.. . " Sharon wailed in utter delirium. She felt as if she had been subjected to an electric shock treatment and her entire body quivered in uncontrolled spasms from the rods of red hot pleasure shafting through her entire body, stinging her breasts and hard swollen nipples, and racing up and down her spine. Every nerve ending on the surface of her sensitively squirming skin seemed titillated almost beyond endurance, and she couldn't keep from crying out in surrender again and again from the overwhelming volume of soul defying pleasure which had now engulfed her.
Pete thought his tongue was going to be sucked out by the roots if he wasn't careful. It was being milked like a nipple by his impassioned aunt's fervently grasping cunt and he could feel the heated inner walls closing in inexorably on him as her wetly pulsing pussy flesh rimmed his nose and mouth, nearly cutting off his breath. But he was no longer afraid of what he was doing and he continued relentlessly with his obscene ministrations, driving his teasing tongue frenziedly up into her clasping vaginal heat. Gosh, he'd never dreamed that eating pussy would be so much fun, and now that she had awakened it was even better than it had been when she was asleep. This way she knew damned well who was doing this to her, and she liked it! She liked it in spite of herself, and that only served to make Pete's vengeance all the more perfect.
Sharon succeeded in suppressing the pangs of guilt and self loathing which threatened to ruin the pleasure she was now deriving from the illegitimate act to which she was being subjected. She knew that her reaction to her so called punisliment made the deed all the more depraved, but it was still no worse than what she'd done last night to Jimmy. He had enjoyed that too, and she could not deny now the quivers of excitement which were rippling through her and turning her into a helpless mass of writhing desire racked flesh. It was so good. It was terrible and illicit of her to let it happen, but God it felt so good!
"Oooooohhhhhh yessssss!" she cried out in final surrender. "Yes, Pete darling. Do it like that. It feels so good, oh it feels so good."
Excitedly Sharon's hands reached down and tangled into the fifteen year old boy's hair, pulling his face even tighter against her eagerly receptive pussy as it flowered out in uninhibited welcome to the youngster's passionate licking and sucking.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...yessssssss...keep licking my pussy like that, honey." The lust crazed aunt was feverish with the rampant sensations which tumbled through her lecherously aroused young body. It was sheer heaven lying there and being sucked and kissed on the cunt by her own brother's older son. It seemed now that there had never been anything in her life to equal it, unless it was the thing that had happened last night at about this same time between her and her other, even younger and more innocent, nephew. And though she knew her sudden appetite for adolescent love was perverse, she didn't at present attempt to understand the bizarre syndrome. She couldn't think about that now. She could think of nothing but the driving lust that propelled her, and she would only marvel that it had remained dormant the length of time that it had.
And now that she ceased to resist, the sensations she derived from submitting to Pete's hungry cunt licking were becoming even more profound. Swirls of sensually threatening clouds were building up inside her and she knew that they would inevitably erupt into an even more shameful flooding of pleasure. But even faced with that awful realization, she couldn't bring herself to stop the groveling youngster, and she continued to drive her desire ridden loins eagerly up against his perspiring face, forcing more and more of her pulsating pussy flesh against his hungrily nibbling mouth. It was so good, so good. Dear God, she knew she couldn't take much more of it.
Inexperienced as he was, young Pete Harwood sensed the quickening of his aunt's lustful undulations and he knew that at any moment something even more profound was going to happen. He'd always wondered if women could cum and now he knew instinctively that the answer was yes, though his instinct also told him that it would not be manifested in the same way he had always cum when he masturbated. But something was going to happen to her, and that would almost be his final triumph. That would be the ultimate surrender and degradation for his Aunt Sharon. And it would also be his victory over his own brother. Because Jimmy hadn't even tried to convince him that their aunt had gotten her nuts off too when she had sucked him off the night before. And a moment later, he swelled with even further pride as Sharon verbally confirmed what he'd already deduced: "Oh Pete! Pete! I'm...I'm going to...to...I'm...going...to...cuuuummmmmm!"
After that it happened almost too fast. One moment the helplessly excited brunette was quivering with the irresistible expectation which consumed her, and the next instant that expectation was fulfilled as the floodgates opened and her body jerked and flailed completely out of control from the tremendous tidal wave of naked pleasure pouring over her crazily twitching loins. She felt like a glider trapped in a tailspin, whirling this way and that, and her hips were thrashing with uncontrolled urgency as she pulled her young nephew's face even tighter against her spasming loins, clasping her thighs down tight on Ms ears so she almost smothered him in the warmth and moisture of her secret inner flesh.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she groaned in unrestrained delight, flopping like a rag doll on the bouncing mattress as the relentless waves of ecstasy surged through her body. There'd never been anything like this in her life, not even when she was newly married. And all the while Pete kept sucking and licking and slavering unendingly at the wetly writhing flesh of her tingling hot pussy. The very room seemed to revolve around her and for a moment she was blinded by a flashing of bright lights as though there were fireworks exploding in her brain. She bucked and tossed in final spasmodic frenzy, almost pitching her young tormentor off the bed. Then gradually she sank back, giving out with a low deep sigh of satisfaction. She stroked her hands softly down his neck and shoulders, her thighs now lying lightly against Pete's ears.
Then Sharon opened her eyes, staring aghast at the sight of the forlorn figure standing in the open doorway.
CHAPTER SIX
Jimmy didn't know how long he'd been standing there. It could have been only seconds or it could have been much longer, five minutes or maybe even ten. The whole lurid scene he'd just witnessed seemed to have unfolded in a single blurred and timeless montage before his astonished eyes. He could never have imagined he'd ever see his Aunt Sharon acting the way she'd just been doing, the way she was moaning and jerking around, the filthy things she was saying. The way her body was dancing and twisting like a whiplash. He didn't even know what it was that had happened to her, though it seemed only natural to think that it must have been something akin to what had happened to him last night when he'd ejaculated his hot spurting semen into his aunt's willingly gulping mouth. And Pete had done that same thing to her in some strange way, apparently the same way she had done it to him. And now, as the boy stood rooted to his spot at the bedroom door, unable to move, his aunt seemed to come back to reality and raised her head up from the pillow to stare at him in mute shock or rage.
"Jimmy?" she gasped. "Jimmy, what are you doing there?"
Jimmy flinched in embarrassment and terror at the sound of his aunt's voice. That's what she'd asked him last night. Then Pete was jerking his head up from her still nakedly wide splayed thighs, whirling about to stare at him viciously, like a wild and rabid animal, his eyes burning so angrily that Jimmy had an impulse to turn and flee for his life.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" the youngster's older brother croaked in a harsh, dry voice.
"I...I didn't mean anything," Jimmy managed, choking out the words.
"For Chrissakes, get out of here. Go on. Beat it!"
Terrified and heartbroken at the same time, Jimmy retreated slowly backward out the door. Then he stopped, his eyes bulging with surprise at the sound of his aunt's soft, lusty voice: "No, wait a minute, Jimmy darling. You don't have to go and you don't have to be afraid. Come on in. Come on in and get in bed with your brother and me."
Sharon didn't know what had come over her. She hadn't meant to say that. She hadn't really meant to say anything. There was no apology she could offer, no defense she could render for having let her young nephew find her in her present embarrassing and incriminating circumstances. But she just hadn't been able to bear the look of hurt and fear she'd seen in his eyes as he stared at her nakedly spread eagled body. She couldn't stand to see him hurt and it seemed the only thing of importance now was that she make amends for that hurt, however she was obliged to accomplish her noble purpose.
As if it were all happening in a dream, the stunned teenager walked toward the bed. Trance like, he sat down beside his near naked aunt, still not daring to look into his brother's angry eyes. Soothingly the young brunette draped her arm around his trembling shoulders.
"I hope you weren't frightened, Jimmy. If you were scared by what you saw, just tell me and I'll try to explain it so you can understand."
Jimmy didn't even know what he exactly felt right then. He couldn't even remember how he'd felt as he was watching his brother sucking her pussy. He couldn't think about past feelings now, even those feelings from the immediate past of the last few moments, because the sight that had fixed his attention had blotted everything else from his mind.
Right there, not two feet away from him, Aunt Sharon's pussy was completely revealed to his innocent gaze, and he couldn't have taken his eyes off it if he'd tried. She didn't seem to be aware that her nightgown was pushed all the way up her belly under her breasts. Nor did Pete seem to be paying much attention right now to her still lusciously exposed body. Though Jimmy still hadn't dared look, he could feel Pete's continued angry glare. But now he was hardly frightened by even that. Aunt Sharon's lust wet cunt was too compelling a sight, and he could really see all of it so close that he could reach out and touch it with his hand if he only had the nerve.
"You're not saying anything, honey," Sharon whispered softly. "Now come on, tell your aunt what you're thinking about and how you feel about what you just saw Pete doing to me."
Sharon smiled lustfully as the fourteen year old forced his eyes back to her face. She was hardly oblivious to the teenager's fascination with her still lewdly displayed vagina and in spite of herself, the knowledge of it sent a new ripple of salacious pleasure coursing relentlessly through her naked flesh.
"Did you like watching that? Did you like watching your brother lick and suck my cunt?"
The prurient question dropped easily from her tongue. Though even she was hardly aware of it as yet, the once ravished divorcee was already abandoning herself again to a renewal of her depraved feminine lechery. The pleasure she had derived from her first resounding orgasm tonight was already receding, and she found herself anxiously scanning her nephew's face, aware of a resumption of the wanton tingling deep up inside her loins. Her eyes were glossed over, feasting hungrily on the timid young boy, and she couldn't control the lascivious thoughts beginning already to race again through her lust tortured mind.
Jimmy didn't know what to say or do. He was almost awed by this change that seemed to have come over his aunt. But he could recognize that strange dreamy look in her eyes, the same look he'd noticed last night as she first leaned down over his naked loins and got ready to take his hard little cock in her mouth. And cripes, just the thought of it was causing it to get hard again in the same maddening way.
Sharon smiled again, her gaze descending slowly to the growing swell in the front of his tented Levi's, and it was all she could do to keep from reaching out immediately to unzip them and free his bursting young hardness to her own leering eyes. Wild fermentations of lust were churning in her loins, and she felt as if her entire near naked body had turned into jello. Against her will she was slipping again into the same blissful daze that had preceded the various stages of her downfall these last two days.
"Why don't you take off your pants," she purred softly through pinkly parted lips.
At the bottom of the bed, Pete's face turned ashen with jealousy as she heard his aunt's gusty invitation to his younger brother, and his anger only increased as he watched Jimmy start to wriggle out of his jeans. He'd been the one who'd gotten her all hot and bothered. He'd even given her an orgasm, and now she seemed to have forgotten all about him. He knew she liked Jimmy better. Everybody seemed to like him better. But this just wasn't fair and if he hadn't feared he would get cut off forever, he would have thrown the little brat out of the room right then and there. But that probably would ruin everything for him, and after what he'd just been through he was determined to have his own satisfaction, even if he had to wait for it, even if it finally proved necessary to obtain it by force.
Then Pete suddenly stiffened as he felt his aunt's hand touch lightly on his chest. He'd been glaring at Jimmy so hard, he hadn't even noticed that Sharon was raising herself to a sitting position. But the minute he saw the way she was looking at him, he knew all the jealousy and all the worry he'd been putting himself through had been unnecessary. He knew it even before she dropped her hand down to his still rock hard cock and leaned closer to speak softly almost into his ear: "I know what you're thinking, Pete," the lust crazed older woman said almost deliriously. "But don't you worry. I'm not forgetting what you just did for me, and I'm going to make it all up to you as soon as I'm through with your brother."
Pete felt his cock flex even harder. "But...but I started all this and I'm really...really ready to go now and...."
"No, Pete. You didn't really start it. Jimmy started it last night by coming here to peek on me while I was getting undressed. Of course it's not Jimmy's fault. What's happening here now is my fault, and Jimmy doesn't have to take any of the blame. But you boys are taking turns, and you've had yours already. Jimmy's been watching for a long time, I think. Now it's your turn to watch."
"But I'm ready now."
"And you'll be even readier after you watch us for a while," Sharon insisted. "We're going to have a long, long night and we're going to have lots of fun." She paused, feeling a lump come to her throat at the remark she knew she had to make next. "I know that I've done you children a terrible wrong already. It's too late to change what's happened. After tonight we will have to insure that it never happens again. I'll put you on a bus to your Grandmother Flossy's tomorrow. But in the meantime," the remorseful divorcee went on doggedly, "I think it's my duty to show you that not all sex consists of the kind of things we've been doing up until now. I know it would really be unfair to leave you with that idea in your young minds."
"But.. . " gasped Pete, genuinely disturbed at the thought that this was all going to end just when it was getting good.
"Grandmother Flossy's?" Jimmy echoed. "But we don't want to...."
"Shhhhhhhhhh," Sharon purred, her hand slipping from Pete's cock and coming up to cover his younger brother's lips. "Tomorrow is a long way away. Come on now and let's take advantage of tonight. I want you to fuck me. I want you to put your penis in my pussy, the way normal people who love each other do."
Jimmy almost fainted then and there. He couldn't even believe he'd heard right, and the idea of doing what he thought she'd said sent his adolescent penis lurching up into an even more urgent hardness in spite of the slight chill of apprehension that shivered spontaneously through him.
The impassioned brunette saw the quickening surge of her young nephew's now lewdly exposed little penis and a savage wave of renewed animalistic desire convulsed her hotly expectant loins. Oh my God, she thought, what am I doing? She knew her excuse about wanting to show the boys that less perverse things than sucking penises and performing cunnilingus could be done in bed was nothing but a feeble rationalization. Even that purpose couldn't justify her present greedy lust. But she couldn't help herself. She'd already done so much wrong, it seemed that just a little more wouldn't make it any worse. And she did want them. She wanted them both now, one right after another. Maybe they would satisfy her consuming need for once and for all. Maybe somehow that would make it possible for her to carry through tomorrow with what she knew she had to do. She had to send them away, as bad as she dreaded the idea in her present state of lust inspired delirium.
"All right, Jimmy," she said weakly, pushing her worries aside for the moment, determined to enjoy her sins to the fullest while she had the chance.
Jimmy didn't even know what to do, and he hesitated, staring helplessly down at his aunt's prone body laid out in near naked sacrifice before his bewildered eyes.
"Get on top of her, you idiot," Pete grunted from his position at the foot of the bed.
"That's right," Sharon gasped with building anticipation. "Get on top of me like your brother says."
Jimmy took a quick deep breath and clambered awkwardly between his aunt's open thighs. A moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped the lovely brunette divorcee's lips as she felt the first shattering contact of her young lover's child sized cock up against her heatedly squirming pussy. Oh God, now that she had decided to do it she could hardly wait, and she rotated her pelvis in a slow lewd circular motion, moistening the boy's burgeoning cock head with her excitedly secreting pussy wetness, each jerk of her naked hips causing her hungry vaginal lips to enclose more and more of the bulbous rubbery flesh and the straining little shaft up into her welcoming pussy orifice.
Jimmy's eyes bulged with his excitement and he had to use all his juvenile self control to resist ramming his passion hardened member immediately up into her tight hot cunt. The desire surging through his loins was instinctive and animalistic and served to override his natural fear and youthful apprehension. Christ Almighty! He could hardly believe this was really happening to him.
Beneath him, Jimmy's desire maddened aunt cautioned herself to be gentle. Her lover was just a child, a virgin, and she didn't want the initial penetration to be too much of a shock for him. But her own inner need was driving her almost into a frenzy and she knew she couldn't hold back for long. She was obsessed with the fabulous sensation of her little darling's hard throbbing cock prodding and pushing far up into her hungering inner flesh, and she knew now that she couldn't wait another instant.
"All right, Jimmy," Sharon groaned out her lusting need. "I'm going to help you. I'm going to help you put your cock all the way up inside me."
This was it! Jimmy thought in delirious triumph. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen right now.
"Ooooooh...mmmmmmmmm!" Sharon purred in delight as she guided the palpitating hardness expertly up between the hair lined lips of her pussy, squirming her buttocks downward on her bed, her teeth gritting and her eyes closing tightly from the tingle of lust she experienced at the entry into her long unused cunt.
Jimmy quivered above her, instinctively shoving against her pelvis to intensify the enveloping glove like sensation. Then with a pop his young hardened cock slipped all the way in to the hilt and he sagged down heavily on his aunt's smooth belly and the voluptuous cushions of her breasts, feeling her arms go tight around his back, holding him fiercely to her flesh, clinging to him as if she were clinging for her life.
Sharon shuddered from the incredible impaling pressure she hadn't known in so long. Wriggling her tightly rounded buttocks in a slow sensuous rhythm, she flattened her desire wracked pussy hard up against the peach fuzz hair of his youthful pubis, her experienced inner muscles sucking hungrily at the little cock that filled her lust seared loins.
Jimmy's balls felt tight as drums as he began to stroke and plunge his blood engorged little penis in and out of his aunt's flowering vagina. She was beginning to move faster beneath him and her hands were clawing animal like at his small naked buttocks, guiding the jerking of his inexperienced body. She couldn't control her involuntary bucking, and the sheer sensation of his raw penetration of her naked pussy flesh had pushed her almost to the pinnacle of frenzied passion. She'd never felt so excited in her life, and the feeling was something she'd never experienced at the hands of her husband, for now everything was reversed. She was the aggressor. She was in control, possessing and corrupting an innocent boy only half her own age, and the absolute debauchery of the act she was committing was almost enough to drive her across the brink into eternal delirium and ecstasy.
"Uuugghhhnnn! Aaaggghhhh!" Jimmy gasped and grunted above her. Already he could feel the hot cum deep in his balls beginning to bubble and churn, just like it had last night when Aunt Sharon had sucked him off. It was going to happen again the same way, except this time he was going to shoot it into her pussy instead of her mouth, and he could hardly wait. But at the same time he was enjoying the obscene anticipation and, difficult as it was, he felt compelled to prolong the end as long as he could. He was fucking a woman! He was fucking his own aunt! And there was no use stopping it before he absolutely had to!
"Oh boy," he groaned. "I'm not going to be able to...able to...wait. . . much...longer."
A little sob of bursting emotion swelled from Sharon's mouth as she realized what was about to happen. Jimmy was going to cum, and though she would have loved for this ecstasy to continue for half the night, she knew she was going to cum soon too. They were going to have a simultaneous climax any moment now, and then it would be all over. Well, it wouldn't quite be over, she consoled herself. There was still Pete to look forward to after she finished with the younger of the two brothers.
"Uh oh," Jimmy groaned. "Here it is. I can't wait annnnnnyyyyyyyy looonnnggeeeeerrrrrr!"
He couldn't help it. Some demon took control of his hips and made him start jerking them up and down as fast as they would go, crashing them against his aunt's lewdly contorting pussy. Then he felt the hot onrush of his semen come spewing up from the explosion that burst in his balls, and scurry along the length of his jerking penis to ejaculate far up into the greedily clutching depths of his aunt's spasming pussy tightness.
"Oh God," she gasped as she felt the heat of the heavy droplets pelting in hard ejaculation against the sensitive tip of her cervix. "Oh God yes! I'm cumming too!"
Sharon's voice was high and shrill and she felt the wonderful flooding of her darling nephew's cum searing her love starved belly. It crashed in a torrent through the quivering flesh of her cunt at the same time as she burst across the brink of her climax and felt the measured contractions of her vagina around the boy's pulsing little cock. In seconds, the heady mixture of their cum was flowing out again from her flooded pussy and down the crack of her naked ass cheeks over the tingling little entrance of her anus.
It was so good, so wonderful, and her entire body was permeated by the incredible sensuality of her orgasm as she bucked and tossed until the boy's rousing ejaculation was completed and she felt him sinking down tiredly onto her heaving breasts.
It seemed then she must have slept, though perhaps only for a minute or so, for she opened her eyes in time to feel Jimmy drawing his deflated young penis out of the squeezing tightness of her loins. Then her eyes grew wide as she saw Jimmy replaced by his brother Pete, his cock looming up almost twice the size of the younger boy's. Poor Pete! She'd forgotten about him completely. But she couldn't take him now. She just couldn't. She'd already had two climaxes and that was enough.
"No, Pete," she whimpered, shaking her head as he positioned himself between her thighs. "No please, I can't."
Pete looked at her with cold determination and spoke in a terse, determined voice: "Yes, you can."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pete's mind was made up. He wasn't going to be denied. And as he feasted his gaze over the nakedly relaxed body of his dark haired aunt, he thought she understood that. He was going to have her. He'd never fucked a woman in his life and it galled him that his stupid brother had collected that experience before he had. But there was also a bright lining to the cloud. Jimmy was through, finished. And Pete's real fun was just beginning.
Before his aunt had time to protest further, Pete levered himself up between her thighs, reaching down in underneath him to stroke his fingers eagerly over her sperm lubricated cunt, his other hand moving up to fondle almost crudely over her exposed and ripe swollen breasts. He'd been gentle with her before. He'd subjugated and degraded himself for her pleasure. Now the time for gentility had passed. He was going to fuck her. as mercilessly and ruthlessly as he could, and he was damned sure he was capable of doing a better job than his over eager kid brother had.
Without further hesitation, Pete dropped down between Aunt Sharon's still widely parted thighs. He lowered his mouth over one of her mauve crested areolas and sucked it greedily between his lips, pulling at it with an adolescent hunger and feeling it twitch to increasing hardness under his tongue and teeth. With his hand he continued to squeeze the full firm mound of her other breast. Then in a sudden burst of even more dramatic self assertion he levered himself farther up his aunt's helplessly spread eagled body, and without warning clamped his lips right down on her half open mouth.
For a second the older woman seemed stunned, and then in spite of herself she began to respond to this new familiarity, her tongue coming out from between her teeth to slide into his mouth, swirling and twisting and lashing against his palate and teeth until his tongue too got into the act to whip almost violently back against hers and churn a froth of their mingled saliva. And at the same time Sharon's arms came up to wrap around Pete's young muscular back, hugging him firmly to her breasts as she felt a new and completely unexpected wave of lustful pleasure sweeping over her, blotting out even the shattering and satisfying release she'd just obtained in lewd copulation with his younger brother.
And then she shuddered with still greater longing as she felt his penis press suddenly up against her inner thigh. My God, she wanted it so badly. She wanted more and more of the depraved debasement to which the two boys had been subjecting her. She was acutely aware of the greatly increased development of Pete's more mature penis and with that knowledge in mind, the twenty eight year old brunette found herself longing to have her nephew's punishing hardness inside her, titillating her flesh until she could ascend again to the plain of ecstatic madness from which she'd moments ago come floating down.
"Oh yes, Pete! Yes, fuck me. Fuck the hell out of me now!"
Her lewd command thrilled the aroused teenager. He had taken the initiative and it was paying off, and he gloated with pride as he felt his aunt reach down to grasp her fingers tightly around the pulsing cock shaft, tugging up and down to prompt it to an even more urgently throbbing rigidity.
Sharon looked down between their illicitly poised bodies to observe the boy's purplish cockhead, the tiny drop of seminal fluid glistening at the open tip. Then she began to guide it slowly upward toward the opening of her sensually rejuvenated body, moaning hoarsely as she felt the first contact against her lewdly quivering cuntal softness. Just as before, she began to rotate her hips, guiding the inflated penile tip hotly around against her sperm drenched pussy.
Pete could hardly hold himself back. But he didn't want to rush things. He wanted to savor every fantastic minute of finally subjugating his cheating aunt, plus out fucking his kid brother, and he held his throbbing penis poised and waiting right at the petal shaped entrance of her cunt, listening to and relishing the sound of her quickened breathing as the desire spiraled through her nakedly bucking loins.
And as he basked in his triumph, the proud fifteen year old couldn't resist raising up to look down at his aunt's surrendered body lying there beneath him. She looked so beautiful with nothing covering her but the flimsy, parted nightgown, her fine featured face contorted with lust, and her womanly hips flared out provocatively as if to better display the wonderful black triangle of her lust moistened cunt hair.
But if Pete was now almost in control of himself, Sharon was at the opposite extreme. She couldn't wait an instant longer.. She had to have him in her and she had to have him cumming in her now!
"Oh my God, Pete," she moaned in her lustful desperation. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! I can't wait any longer."
The older of the two brothers smiled down devilishly at his desire demented aunt. Then without a word he began to force the blood heavy hardness of his penis up against the lips of her anxiously waiting cunt. He heard her moan softly, and then her entire pussy seemed to flower open to admit his relentlessly thrusting cock. He could feel his palpitating hardness shoving up through the glove like tightness of her well moistened pussy and he continued his ruthless onslaught until it was embedded up inside her to the hilt, skewering her almost to the depths of her vagina.
The hair trimmed edges of Sharon's burning cunt were locked tightly around the base of Pete's youthful cock, and the dark curls at the tip of his penis meshed with the few sparse strands of his own wiry pubic hair. He waited immobile for a moment, further relishing his triumph, his excitement mounting steadily as he prepared for the moment when he would burst into motion. Experimentally he flexed his bloated penis, feeling his aunt's responsive shudder reverberating through the length of her magnificent body, and then he slowly began to withdraw until just the head was still trapped within Aunt Sharon's fleshy vaginal folds.
Again he hesitated, watching her writhe in lustful need beneath him, and suddenly without warning he rammed in again, slamming his loins against the upturned crevice of her ass cheeks until he had buried his throbbing rigidity once again to the hilt up into her eagerly accepting pussy.
Sharon hardly new what to make of this new aggressive side of her nephew. She had looked upon him as a mere boy, but the way he was fucking her now was certainly manly enough. She would have bet he was a virgin like his brother, but if that was the case he possessed a reservoir of natural talent. Whatever the circumstances, her body was responding excitingly to his cool controlled lovemaking. She liked the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her orgiastically dilating cunt and she relished the hard racking strokes of his loins against her nakedly splayed pussy.
Pete was enthralled. He was doing at last what he'd dreamed of doing for the past two years. He was fucking his aunt, with whom he'd always been secretly infatuated, and he could tell from the grateful whimpers pouring from her throat that he was doing a good job of it. The great moment had come. He was no longer a kid.
The elated adolescent's hips swung repeatedly backward, each withdrawal followed by a devastating forward rush that sent his cock surging swiftly deeper and deeper into his aunt's yielding pussy tightness. She lifted her legs up to circle them over his back, locking her ankles to cling to him with a hold of steel. Then she hooked her arms around his shoulders, and pulled his chest down against her so she could feel the hardened points of her nipples mashed exquisitely by his rippling pectoral muscles. In sheer gratitude she poured out words of praise in his ears.
"Oh yes, yes. Oh yes, you're good, you're so good. Fuck me like that. Pete. Fuck me like that."
It was Sharon's approving words that woke Jimmy, who'd momentarily dozed off to sleep in post orgasmic exhaustion. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the squirming couple on the bed beside him. Pete was fucking their aunt now, just like he himself had a few moments ago, and he leaned closer to get a better look at his older brother's thrusting cock sawing in and out of Aunt Sharon's nakedly splayed loins. The fascinated teenager could see the delicate pink edges clutching at Pete's disappearing rod of flesh. He could hear his aunt moaning and gasping the same way she had when he'd done it to her, and in spite of the shattering climax he'd already experienced he could feel his naked cock begin again to stir. Hesitantly, but without really thinking of what he was doing, Jimmy reached out his hand toward his aunt's nakedly quivering breasts.
Sharon started momentarily as she felt the gentle caress, Jimmy's soft curious fingers seeking out the little bud of one of her nipples. She knew instinctively that it was Jimmy, for Pete was not being gentle like that. And suddenly she found herself even more excited than before at the prospect of being touched and played with by both of the boys at once. It was so perverse, but so thrilling that she couldn't deny the new tingles of ecstasy running up and down her spine, and the idea it suggested in her mind almost caused her to pass out. But why not? she asked herself. After everything else she'd done, why not that too? After all. this was the last time she would have the boys. Why sell them short?
"Jimmy? That is you, isn't it, Jimmy darling?"
"Yes, Aunt Sharon," Jimmy grunted, sliding cautiously closer.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad." Sharon paused, feeling Pete tense above her. "Don't stop, Pete. Don't stop. It's just that I want both of you now. This one last time I want both of you. You go ahead and fuck me in the pussy just the wonderful way you're fucking me now and Jimmy, Jimmy you slide up on the bed and do it in my mouth like you did last night."
Jimmy needed no further encouragement. As he scrambled into position over her face, Sharon reached out with her hand to take his already impatiently jerking hardness and guide it swiftly to her ovaled lips. Gliding her mouth over the rubbery head and sliding it smoothly down almost the entire rigid length of the shaft she could feel it pushing against the back of her throat, and pulsing on her tongue. Almost immediately it began to further expand in her voraciously clasping mouth, and in perverted bliss she began to time her lewd sucking motions with Pete's ever quickening thrusts that continued to surge wildly up into her impaled pussy.
God. thought the deranged divorcee. This was really good! Even better than any of the other things she'd done. It was sheer bliss. She had the two wonderful boys together with her this one last time, Pete fucking her brutally in the cunt, Jimmy fucking her mouth, and she knew that nothing could ever be so wonderful. She might regret it all later, but now she didn't even care. It was corruption complete and she loved it.
Pete's momentary flaring of jealousy had abated from the sheer perversity of watching his aunt draw his kid brother's penis into her mouth. After all, he was still getting his kicks too, so what difference did it make if Jimmy got in on the action? The important thing was that the two boys work together at satisfying their aunt. That was something Pete had decided. They had to satisfy her. They had to make it so good for her that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to send them away. Who wanted to spend their vacation with their old grandmother when they had an aunt like Sharon?
And Pete at least was doing his duty. He was really getting into the swing of fucking now, though already he could see that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. The sight of his brother's penis gliding in and out of Aunt Sharon's tightly rounded lips sent shivers of pleasure up and down his spine, and it was equally obvious that his brother was already going out of his mind. Jimmy's face was getting red and he was fucking into her mouth as if it were a cunt, choking her with his deep and violent lunges. But she was taking every bit of it, sucking hungrily, pouring out her mewls of submissive encouragement around the base of the slender shaft pierced her lips.
"Oh gosh. Aunt Sharon," Jimmy gasped. "Oohhhhh!" The young boy's' face was flushing redder every second and there was an ache in his testicles that would not be denied. He felt as if every inch of his body had been electrified, and he knew he was going to cum really quick. He couldn't have held it back if he wanted to. The psychological impact of joining with his brother in the dual rape of their helplessly submitting aunt was more than his inexperienced body could resist.
A moment later Jimmy knew the game was up. "Oooohhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! I'm going to cum, Aunt Sharon. I'm going to cum again in your mouth."
His lean adolescent hips were slamming against the dark haired woman's face like a battering ram, forcing his thrusting penis as far as it would go between her lips and teeth. His balls were churning unbearably and he felt the rush of his semen gushing up along his orgasmic pumping shaft and erupting without mercy into the moist hot cavern of her milking mouth.
Jesus, Pete thought. There the kid was doing it again right into her mouth. He could still hardly believe it, but he could see his Aunt Sharon's cheeks hollowing and filling as she gulped down Jimmy's wildly spurting sperm, and a thrill of vicarious pleasure coursed through him at witnessing that lascivious display even as he continued to fuck into her cunt with increasingly racking surges. He could see a trail of cum escaping his aunt's tenaciously clasping lips and he watched transfixed as she let it trickle down from the corner of her mouth, all the while continuing her desperate gulping and trying to minimize the loss of the precious seed of life. Cripes, she was swallowing it, all right! And it looked like she really liked it!
Like a person dying of thirst, the frantically excited young divorc�e gulped the last remaining dregs of her young nephew's sperm greedily down her throat. Even as she felt his spent cock begin to deflate in her mouth, she found herself reluctant to let it go. But a moment later she forgot that problem completely as she heard the other older boy suddenly begin to grunt with rapidly increasing excitement.
"Oooooohhhhh! I'm going to cum. Aunt Sharon! I'm going to cum!"
A ripple of licentious excitement shuddered through the aroused brunette's body as she felt the sudden desperate increase in Pete's rhythm of fucking, and a moment later she was exquisitely aware of the first heavy drops of cum from his sperm bloated testicles being pumped straight up into her belly.
"Oohhhh yes," she purred in encouragement. "Yes, cum on Pete. I'm ready to do it too."
Her body quivered in lustful suspense as she felt the increasingly powerful thrusts shuddering into her loins, and then suddenly all hell broke loose. She was mewling and wailing uncontrollably, sobbing out coarse and incoherent pleas.
Her hips were thrashing wildly and her inner cuntal walls were working convulsively as they tried to drain every last drop of her young lover's hotly shooting jism. Her mind seemed to have exploded into a myriad of colorful shooting stars and she was caught up in a maelstrom of pleasure so overwhelming it seemed to drain the very life out of her body, leaving her limp and helpless. She felt her nephew's young penis begin to deflate inside her and at last she sank back on the bed in exhaustion, feeling his spent shaft slip weakly out of her sated, thrice ravished loins.
And then, as her pleasure began to fade, the grim reality of what she had let happen began to crowd threateningly in on her, and she felt her eyes fill up with tears. Reaching down, she pulled the sheet up over her naked body, rolling herself in it to the exclusion of the two boys lying now in exhaustion on either side of her.
Her voice cracking, she spoke in hardly more than a whisper: "You boys go on to your own rooms now. Try to get some sleep. You've got a long ride to your Grandmother Flossy's tomorrow."
"But...." the teenagers started to protest simultaneously.
"But nothing," said Sharon firmly. "Do as I said and don't try to argue with me."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pete awoke, without knowing what had awakened him. He stared up at the ceiling, through a shaft of sunlight from the window that was alive with dancing white specks of dust. Suddenly and with incredulity, he remembered the lascivious and shocking three way orgy he and his brother had indulged in last night with their Aunt Sharon. And on the heels of that thrilling recollection came the more somber note: Aunt Sharon had vowed she was going to send them away to Grandmother Flossy's today.
Sensing something, Pete turned his head suddenly toward the door. Sharon stood in it, wearing her bathrobe, and looking grimly down at him. She looked lovely and sad as a widow in mourning, and her eyes were red.
"Aunt Sharon . . . ? " Pete began hesitantly.
"Wake up," the sensuous brunette said stiffly. "There's a bus at noon for Bakersfield, and we can just catch it if we hurry."
Without another word she was gone. Pete flopped over on the bed, burying his face in his pillow. Then he turned again on his back and looked over at his brother, who'd just awakened and was sleepily rubbing his eyes with a doubled fist.
"Is she...is she going to send us away?" the younger boy asked apprehensively.
Pete thought for a minute, then sat up on the edge of the bed and started pulling on his trousers. "Not if you can help it," he said tersely.
Now Jimmy sat up also. "Not if can help it? Whatta you mean by that?"
"I've got an idea. It's a long shot, but it just might work."
"Yeah? What?"
"She still hasn't got dressed. If you can time it right you might catch her naked, or at least in her undies. Bust in on her, into her room, and...."
"But I don't want to make her mad."
"Shut up and listen to what I'm saying. Don't make any moves for her. Just go in and whine around, and cry a little bit if you have to, and beg her and all. Sooner or later she's bound to feel obliged to comfort you, and unless I miss my guess that should get her started. Leave the door wide enough open that I can watch, and I'll come in when I think the time is right. If we can both get her together again the way we did last night, working as a team, we might be able to convince her that she doesn't want to send us away after all."
"But why me?" Jimmy asked, twiddling the snap on his pajama bottoms.
"You've got a better chance of getting her started. She'd know I was up to something immediately."
"I guess so," said Jimmy, still not completely convinced.
Reluctantly the young boy marched out of the room and down the hall, his naked shoulders squared in determination. He paused outside his aunt's bedroom, wondering exactly how he should approach his task. Then, taking a deep breath, he raised his hand, knocked hard twice and stepped immediately through the door as Sharon, standing in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties, turned to stare at him wide eyed.
Jimmy's eyes swiftly consumed the lushly exposed curves of her naked torso, and what he saw was enough to impress on his young mind the urgency of the task at hand.
"Jimmy!" Sharon gasped, reaching for a robe and pulling it protectively up across her breasts. "What are you...doing...here?"
"I don't want to go away to Grandmother Flossy's," Jimmy whined, staring sadly down at the floor.
"But you...you have to go, Jimmy," Sharon said. "Don't you understand I have no choice?"
Jimmy paced back and forth, still looking at the floor, preparing himself for his big move. He tried to think of every sad thing that had ever happened to him. He took a deep breath, contemplating the prospect of ten days in Bakersfield with his grandmother, and though he hadn't expected so much from his own performance, the tears that burst suddenly to his eyes, the sobs that wracked his frail body, were almost real. And as the crying began, he rushed swiftly and blindly straight into the arms of his near naked aunt. Bawling like a baby, he snuggled his face into her smothering breasts, feeling his penis begin to twitch immediately toward an erection as she wrapped her arms around him to hold and comfort him.
Jimmy continued to cry even after he no longer felt the need. He knew Aunt Sharon wouldn't have the heart to turn him loose until his tears had ceased, and from the sound of her increased breathing and the. hastened beating of her heart, he saw that the physical contact was taking its toll on her will to resist.
"There, there," Sharon purred. "Don't cry, baby. Don't cry. It's gonna be all right."
After a few more moments Jimmy lifted his eyes hopefully. "You mean you're not going to send us away?"
"But I must send you, Jimmy. I must."
Jimmy stared at her for a moment longer. She was about to release him from her grip. He knew that. He knew it was now or never, and getting a sudden new idea, he leaned forward and took one of her naked nipples right in his mouth.
Oh God, Sharon thought. She mustn't let him do this. She knew she mustn't. She had to be strong. But how could she be strong when Jimmy, her beloved Jimmy, had her sensitive little nipple in his mouth, sucking it and nibbling and tweaking at it until it was almost driving her out of her mind? How could she resist the tingles of pleasure and need racing up and down her spine? How could she ignore the feel of his young hard penis tenting his thin pajama bottoms and prodding hotly against her inner thighs, or the soft kneading of his hands across her buttocks and down into her panties from behind?
Then, in a trick of rationalization that does credit to the adaptability of the human female animal, Sharon made her decision. She told herself that with what she had begun the boys might suffer untold damage if she sent them away now. They might seduce innocent girls with their newfound worldly knowledge, perhaps get them pregnant. They might visit prostitutes. They might do anything. She had started this. She had fed them the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, had fed it to them long before their time, had whetted their appetites. Now she would have to sacrifice herself to them. She would have to take care of their worldly needs until they were at least old enough and mature enough to seek out their own partners intelligently from the general public.
Still snuggled against her lushly curved body, Jimmy had no idea of his aunt's process of rationalization, but he could feel the change being wrought in her and he knew with a strange confidence that the gambit Pete had conceived and he had carried out had been a success. And even as Sharon continued to smother him with her voluptuously rounded breasts, he began hastily to shimmy out of his trousers and shorts.
"Let me do it to you," he pleaded. "Let me do it to you now."
"Yes, yes," Sharon sobbed, leading him to the bed and pushing him down on his back. "But let me get astride you, like this," she continued in her lust inspired haze, climbing up astride the eagerly squirming teenager and seizing his desire hardened cock to guide it up between her softly parted thighs.
Then slowly she lowered her buttocks downward, a deep satisfied moan welling in her throat as she felt the boy's bulbous little cock head come into contact with the wetly pulsing flesh of her outer pussy. Oh dear God in Heaven, it felt so good! Her little nephew's penis felt so good!
Jimmy was in the transports of bliss. Everything was all right now. He knew instinctively that his aunt had changed her mind about sending him and Pete away and he watched through lust blurred eyes as the velvety hair lined folds of Sharon's pussy came down and enclosed the head of his vibrating cock. Then she slid gradually the rest of the way down onto it as though it were some kind of greased pole.
"Hhhhhnnnggghhh...Oooooohhhh...Yyyyeeessss!" Sharon gasped as she finally took all the length of Jimmy's fully erected little penis up into her clutching cuntal depths. She could feel her vaginal walls closing in on the throbbing shaft, fitting like a velvet glove around it, and she felt complete again, where moments ago she'd felt empty and un-whole. She would never be lonely any more, not as long as she had her two darling nephews. They knew how to satisfy her and she knew that she made them happy, and she contracted her internal muscles to elicit gasps of pleasure from the lewdly excited boy. Then she lifted upward and dropped her buttocks down harder to take the palpitating rod of young male flesh again up into her moistly clinging cuntal channel, continuing the bouncing motion again and again to absorb it each time deeper and deeper.
Oh God, she thought, it was absolute heaven doing this, and nothing else mattered any more. Just so long as she could have this when she needed it, this incredible child like penis driving far up inside her belly, she'd be happy. She knew she was lost completely. Her soul wouldn't be worth a plugged nickle when her day of reckoning finally came, but it didn't matter now. Jimmy and Pete were all that seemed important.
And though Sharon didn't have the slightest idea of his presence, Pete wasn't as far away as she thought. Soon he too would become a part of her lascivious turnabout, but in the secure knowledge that Jimmy had succeeded in carrying out his scheme, Pete was in no big rush. In fact, it was kind of fun just standing there in the door watching the wildly fucking couple on the bed. He could see the whitely rounded half moons of his aunt's buttocks flaring and clenching as she worked frenziedly over his brother's thrusting penis, and he found himself mesmerized by the sight of her strained, dark anal crevice. It looked mysterious and at the same time inviting, and at last, almost unconsciously, he crept into the room and tiptoed silently toward his aunt from behind.
"Oh Jimmy, darling, you're fucking me so good," Sharon purred. "B-but there's something else I want you to do. I want you to stick...to stick your finger in my asshole."
Jimmy wasn't sure he heard right, but the thought of what Aunt Sharon had suggested filled him with a perverse excitement. Yet he hesitated, wondering how he was going to reach all the way around her full fleshed hips.
"Yes, that's it. Screw it right up inside, right in my asshole."
Jimmy blinked. He hadn't done anything yet. Then he looked past his aunt and saw Pete standing behind the bed, his hand thrust straight up between Sharon's wildly gyrating buttocks from the back.
"Aaaaaggghhhh yes! Hurt me like that!" A shiver of agonizing pain shot through the brunette's naked flesh as she wriggled her buttocks back on the impaling finger that was thrust so obscenely up into her rectum. She liked that pain. It served to partially appease her conscience about what she was doing and it excited an inner masochistic instinct.
Behind her, Pete climbed carefully up onto the bed, using his free hand to unbutton his trousers. He stared hypnotically at his middle finger, now rammed all the way to the knuckle up into the crinkled little hole of his sexy aunt's anus. His cock felt like a red hot poker and he could hardly believe the thought that had come into her mind. Her asshole wasn't as easy to finger fuck as her pussy had been. It was tight, even on his finger. But it was a hole, and he needed a hole to put his cock in, and she had said hurt me.
As Pete felt his cock lurching even harder at the exciting new idea that had entered his mind, he stroked his free hand across his aunt's urgently bobbing buttocks, still finger fucking the tight little rectal orifice, feeling it stretch and moisten defensively at the obscene invasion. He didn't even know how he'd dreamed up this crazy new idea. It was too far out for words. But instinct told him it could be done. And though it seemed incredible, instinct also told him that his Aunt Sharon would like it too. She'd liked everything else they'd done so far.
Then Pete withdrew his finger and swiftly guided the hard bulbous head of his pounding penis toward the small rectal opening, and as Sharon felt the sudden shocking contact she understood what was happening, and she almost passed out from her sheer delight at the realization.
"Pete?"
"Yes, Aunt Sharon."
"Oh Pete, God bless you, you little bastards." The excited divorcee's heart quickened with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she realized what Pete must have in mind. It was too obscene for words, a testimony to the inherent corruptibility of the imaginative youngster. But it was she who had done the corrupting, and she knew she had no right to object even to this further obscene humiliation. If he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she thought that was probably exactly what she deserved.
Pete heard his brother begin to groan beneath Aunt Sharon on the bed, and he realized Jimmy wasn't going to last much longer. He knew he was going to have to hurry, and holding his aunt's succulent ass cheeks firmly in his hands, he drove the lustfully distended shaft of his adolescent cock hard up against the small helpless opening of her rectum.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" stop! Oh Pete, wait! I don't think it's going to work!" Sharon gasped, though deep down inside she didn't really mean it. She shuddered, desperately trying to wriggle her buttocks away from her nephew's surging penis. And then, after he'd already succeeded in inserting the the bulbous head into her tightly resisting little passage, he did stop. And she didn't really want that. She wanted to cry in pain, yes, but she was determined to endure her just suffering. "Don't stop, Pete," she sobbed out finally in complete surrender. "Don't stop! Fuck me in the ass!"
That was all the encouragement her fifteen year old nephew needed. With a loud grunt he surged forward again, ramming his lust hardened cock straight up into the tight glove like channel until he'd sunk it to the hilt in Sharon's sorely split rectum. And with that accomplishment, a surge of pride filled him with what he was doing, and after a moment for her to adjust to the painful clasping, he began experimentally trying to move.
"God, it's tight!" the aroused teenager grunted. "It's so tight I don't even know how she shits!"
Sharon felt as if she was being torn in two. She couldn't help wondering if she would ever be able to walk again, but she accepted this further indignity in a kind of masochistic daze. She was being paid back. Dollar for dollar, she was getting her just deserts and she knew she had no right to complain. Then she winced as the older of the brothers withdrew and started to shove in again. Her warmly constricting rectal depths closed in savagely on his tunneling cock, squeezing it almost beyond endurance. But Pete surged relentlessly onward, managing at last to establish a rhythm to correspond with his brother's simultaneous sawing in and out of their aunt's thinly separated vagina.
Sharon was sandwiched completely between the two boys, and as she accustomed herself to the obscene dual invasion, the pain subsided somewhat. Gradually she began to feel a strange titillation of a sort she'd never experienced before. It hurt her to be fucked in the ass like that, but the hurt was not absolutely unpleasant. And she felt better at knowing that she could expiate her guilt for what she was doing to Jimmy even as she performed her obscene act.
At last the lust demented young divorcee forgot her pain completely, or at least she ceased to feel it in a way that prevented her enjoying the accompanying pleasure of being used and ravished and soiled by both of the young boys at once.
"Oh yessss," she purred out in final submission. "That's right. Fuck me hard. Both of you fuck me hard as you can."
With madness inspired desperation, she thrust her flaring ass cheeks masochistically back against Pete's impaling penis and then swung down again to enclose all of Jimmy's surging boy cock in her hungrily clasping cuntal depths. Carnal pleasure suffused her entire body as she was buffeted helplessly between the two boys. And as the lewd gang assault continued, her forever stretched rectum seemed to dilate to ease the passage of Pete's plunging cock and allow both boys to fuck her finally as one.
But beneath her, Jimmy was getting really frantic by now. Even Sharon could hardly believe that he had held out for so long, but she couldn't have imagined the superhuman effort he'd required to maintain his control. And now that control had come to an end. Jimmy knew he couldn't hold back any longer. His balls were going to burst in their sac if he tried.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Uuuuuggggnnnhhh!" The aroused fourteen year old sounded the warning signal, and a moment later Sharon felt his hotly exploding semen searing up into the farthest recesses of her urgently milking pussy. Greedily her inner walls expanded and contracted on his ejaculating young cock, sucking every drop of moisture from its jerking length. And at the same time she continued to thrust back wildly against Pete's surging loins so that her sensuously stretched anus could welcome the other boy's jackhammering cock shaft in full.
Jimmy continued to buck and toss beneath her for a few moments longer, and then she felt his limply deflated little penis begin to slip from her wetly clinging cunt as the first sudden sweeping waves of her own orgasm began to pour over her. Her whole being shuddered in a trembling staccato motion and then was convulsed by spasms of uncontrollable joy.
"Aaaarrrhhhhh...Oh God, keep fucking, Pete! Keep fucking me in the ass!"
After that she hardly realized anything else. Her head began to whirl, and multicolored lights flashed behind her eyes. She was trembling and squirming all over, every inch of her body jerking and twisting as she felt Pete begin his own final slapping rush toward ecstasy, toward the emptying of his white hot sperm deep up into her virginal rectum. And then at last she felt the first scalding droplets of the sticky life giving cum.
Pete's hands were like talons in the velvety softness of his debauched aunt's quivering buttocks. His breath was coming in heaving pants as he began to ejaculate his churning semen up into her willingly receptive anus. He could hardly believe it was really happening, that he and his brother had fucked Aunt Sharon together, had won her over to their side, that at this minute he was really pouring his cum right into her tight little asshole.
But it was happening, and his body was filled with triumph as he continued to eject the proof of his manhood into the older woman's obscenely stretched anal opening. He felt as if all the emotions of his life were released in that moment. Nothing mattered any more, nothing at all except this continuation of his and Jimmy's obscene initiation to the most exquisite joys of life and lust.
Then he felt the last load squirt from his heaving cock, and he sagged heavily forward on Sharon's softly perspiring body. Then after a moment, he withdrew and rolled onto his side, and the three of them lay in a long silence. It was Jimmy who finally broke it.
"You're not going to send us to Grandmother Flossy's, are you, Aunt Sharon?"
Sharon sighed. "No. No, I'm not going to do that."
"We've probably missed the bus anyway," Pete put in hopefully.
"Yes," said Sharon. "We've missed the bus."
But she had caught another train, she thought ironically to herself. She was on a long, exquisite road to damnation. But somehow, even now, she didn't regret the trip. In another way, she'd always been damned until now. At least this morning she'd finally fulfilled her destiny as a woman.
And maybe sometime, she thought, a long time from now, it would all balance out.
