John Kellerman - Incest family

"Mmmmmmmm, that's better," she cooed.

"Aunt Margaret?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Don't these trunks bind you while you're rowing?" She half turned, hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband. Billy stared down at her in amazement. She moved so she could push his knees together and began to work his trunks down. "Sit up so I can slide them off over your bottom," she laughed, really drunk with the brandy now. She plainly didn't give a damn what Billy or the world thought. Beneath those damp blue trunks was something she could hardly wait to get hold of. Billy grunted with surprise as she got his shorts down and off. Only then did she really take a good look at what lay exposed between his sunburned thighs. His cock was long and white and heavy looking. He was uncircumcised. This had an especially erotic effect upon Margaret. She'd never fooled around with an uncircumcised male before.

Billy had sat back to continue rowing. It was as if he was too flustered to do anything else. He certainly couldn't look into her face for long. Margaret was happy that it was dark enough to make things easier. Yet the moon was bright enough to illuminate the sexy state of her handsome nephew. He was a feast!

The oars bumped steadily as Billy rowed the boat towards the island. But Margaret knew she couldn't wait. She got down on her knees in front of him and began to smooth his thighs with her fingers. Billy couldn't hide his ragged breathing. And his cock throbbed stiff and dark, jutting up from between his thighs like a pleasure spear. Margaret saw that the foreskin had stretched back some to expose a tiny bit of glans. She wrapped a forefinger around the tight-fitting flesh and forced it back more. Billy dropped one oar and watched it float in the moonlit waves as the boat veered from its course. Margaret was panting herself, watching the dark blue flesh glisten in the rays of the moon as she eased back more and more foreskin. And then the protective covering popped back behind her nephew's flared crown. She let out a little gasp of delight.

"Oh, Christ, you're beautiful," she whimpered, licking her lips hungrily.

"Aunt Margaret, I'm really confused. I don't know what to think."

"Just don't think at all," she smiled, pushing hair out of her eyes. She hoped he thought she was pretty. She knew she wasn't a bad-looking female. She was damned well-preserved for someone her age. Most chicks went to ass when they were in their late twenties. She'd held onto all her attributes. And yet her nephew hadn't really said or done anything that might give her the impression he dug her body. She forced her shoulders back and arched her back so that her breasts rose up to him in the moonlight. The nipples were darkened tips of yearning flesh. She watched him gaze at her.

"God, Margaret, what if someone sees us out here?"

"The shore is a million miles away as far as I'm concerned!" And it did seem like a long ways back to where the laughter and splashing was. Even with the boat lolling aimlessly in the waves they seemed isolated. She put a hand on his shoulder. His face was very close to her breasts now. She thought she could see the look in Billy's eyes. The look of lust. The look that said he did appreciate the way she was put together.

"Do you like me? I mean do you like how I look?" Billy gave her a look of amazement, surprised at the question.

"God, Aunt Margaret, you've got to be kidding! I mean, you really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"You mean that?"

"God, yes!" He gave a little groan and gave in at last to his impulses. He took her shoulders and pulled her forward. She felt him gasp as his mouth opened to surround one of her tumid nipples. She let out a grunt of pleasure then and dug her nails roughly at the nape of his neck. They were sitting opposite each other, leaning forward to touch. She wanted to touch his cock very badly but couldn't reach it. Then he was kissing his way up her chest and she slid her hands down, fingers clawing for that lovely, hard shape. Billy sucked in a sharp breath as she caught it again and began to jack his foreskin.

"Maybe you'd better row," she breathed against his mouth. The gentle, wash of the waves was drifting them back toward the shore the slightest bit. Billy blinked and got the oars up. As he dipped them and headed the bow towards the island again, Margaret stared at his cock. The foreskin formed a thick, tight collar behind his glans. And that tip was bigger than ever! It looked almost purple with trapped blood and the glistening lubrication from her nephew's body almost dripped from the little lobes at the underside of the tip. She couldn't resist it any longer. She had to get that wonderful chunk of meat into her mouth! She just had to!

"Billy, I hope you understand what I'm doing. I mean, I've been wanting you very badly, and I don't get along that good with Mitch."

"Maybe you shouldn't tell me all this," Billy replied, obviously embarrassed by hearing these domestic details. Margaret persisted.

"No, it's better if you know. There's nothing complicated. I just want to make love with you."

"God, Aunt…"

"Just leave out the aunt part," she laughed. She put her hands on his knees and pushed them wider. Then she was down between them before he could even think of stopping her. But she hadn't really thought that he would. She could smell the sexy musk from his big prick as she jacked the foreskin up and down the shaft. The slippery juices completely covered the glans now and she longed to lick them off.

"Goddamn! Margaret!"

"You'll just keep rowing while I do this," she whispered, voice husky with passion.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to suck your lovely cock. I'm going to put it in my mouth slowly. I want you to feel it going between my lips. I want you to feel my teeth slip across the ridged part. Then maybe I'll bite you a little. I'll nibble at you and let you see how it feels to rub against the roof of my mouth. And then if you're real good, you'll feel something else. Something wonderful!"

"Oh, God, Margaret. If Mitch found out."

"Have you ever had your cock sucked by a woman before?" she asked, purposely ignoring his protest.

"Well, not exactly." She saw him staring at her mouth, wondering probably how it would feel to have his cock inside it.

"Tell me what you mean by not exactly."

"A girl kissed me there once. It felt pretty nice." He blushed like he had a secret.

Margaret laughed. "Just kissed you? Like this?" She lowered her lips and held them a tiny distance away from his cocktip. She knew he could feel the heat. Then she pursed them, wet them and softly pressed her pucker over the tiny slit that was shiny with Billy's sex juice. He slipped an oar and lurched sideways. Then he let them both float in the water as he grasped the sides of the boat.

Margaret let her pucker bloom wider. And as the feverish head of her nephew's cock slid into her mouth she sucked in her cheeks to let them rub against him. But she only let the penetration occur with tantalizing slowness. So slowly in fact that Billy's whole body was trembling. She let him feel her teeth. She nibbled gingerly on the plump, taut knob. Now Billy began to squirm on the hard seat of the boat. She cradled his balls in both hands as she dropped her head suddenly, taking his tip to the roof of her mouth.

"Ahhhhhh, Margaret, Jesus Christ!"

"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, letting him feel her tongue at last. But only the tip. She traced the lump that ran along the bottom of his shaft. Though it was empty, the tube that ran under the flesh was throbbing as if it were about to be filled with thick cream. Margaret's pussy ran over with juice as she thought of that hot stuff spurting into her mouth. She curled her tongue into a trough and pushed it up and down the length of his cock. His prick swelled out like some exotic mushroom. She lapped at the smooth surface, her spit popping at the corners of her mouth. A rivulet of saliva coursed down her chin and hung there in moonlit drops as she continued to suckle her nephew's rigid meat. Her fingers squeezed his balls lovingly as she worked between his thighs. Billy was trying to row but since only one oar was in the water, the boat was taking a slow circle over and over again. Margaret dropped her head even lower, taking his cocktip into her throat. She'd had lots of practice with Mitch. She knew how to keep from gagging. But it was lots more fun doing it to someone who appreciated her love. For Mitch, a blowjob was just an expected duty for a wife to perform. But Billy was absolutely coming apart.