John Kellerman - Incest family

"Anyway," she continued, "this does mean you and I will be alone for a while."

"I, I don't know Aunt Margaret. I feel funny about the other night. I mean, everybody knew we were out in the boat. And then Betty heard all that screaming. Maybe somebody else heard it, too. I was surprised that Mitch didn't have a man-to-man talk with me. I was sure shaking in my boots just thinking about how pissed off he might…"

"Oh, sshhhhhh," Margaret scolded, putting a finger over his lips. She hugged him, pumped her hips against his muscled bottom. Then she got under his T-shirt again and began to stroke his hard little male nipples. Billy shuddered and tried to drink more of his beer.

"You'd better not, Margaret. What if Mitch and Alice came back?"

"He's taking her back home for a little visit, remember?" She pressed her cheek against his back and let her hands stray again. Down. Down to where his shorts cut across his abdomen. She dug under them and searched for the tangle of blond curls that grew around the base of his prick. She felt his cock thickening even before she touched it.

"Ohhhhhh, God!"

"You're such a lovely man," she whispered, undoing his shorts then. Billy was wearing a jock strap and the strong elastic pouch excited her. What a neat way for a man to go around. Carrying his jewels and cock in a cozy little sack.

"Where's Betty?" Billy gasped when he finally got a little air into his lungs.

"Is there something between you and Betty?" Margaret said, narrowing her eyes.

"No, I just wondered. I wouldn't like to be surprised."

Margaret persisted. "That night of the beach party. You and Betty were gone for a pretty long time getting that stuff from the store. And you were kind of embarrassed when I was asking those questions."

"What questions?" Billy asked, embarrassed again.

"About if a girl had ever sucked your cock." Billy pulled away and sat down in a chair.

"God, Margaret, you sure aren't afraid to just come right out and say it."

"I'm too old to bother with politeness any more." She watched him. "Well? Have you and Betty, you know, gotten it on?" She could see he still had a huge erection. Billy had tried to button back up, but the head of his cock had slipped out of the pouch of the jock strap. The darkened head crept out of one leg of the white tennis shorts. Margaret came over and knelt before him. "You haven't answered my question."

"I'd rather not."

She shrugged and smiled, knowing the truth anyway. It was written all over her nephew's face.

But his cocktip was really throbbing now. The head had crept another inch down Billy's leg. She leaned her head down and rolling back the leg of his shorts, placed a wet-lipped kiss against his shaft.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit," Billy sighed, leaning back in the chair. Margaret undressed him with eager fingers. She left his T-shirt on, tossing his shorts and jock strap behind her on the rug. Then she held the proud, white prick with trembling fingers and licked her lips over and over.

"God, darling, we can fuck our brains out while my husband is gone."

"Wrong. It's so wrong to do it like this," Billy moaned, eyes half closed. She saw that the foreskin still covered the flared part of his tip. With her lips she forced it back enough to pull the hot knob between her teeth. Her nephew squirmed deeper into the chair. She flicked her tongue rapidly against the magic spot that seemed to excite a man more than anywhere else. Billy gave another groan and stretched his legs. Instead of taking his cock deep into her mouth, she concentrated on the head. She wanted to take him up fast, wanted to show him that she was devoted to his pleasure completely. She knew she could have him wound around her little pinky if she played her cards right.

"Aunt Margaret. Jesus Christ, I'm, I'm…"

"Mmmmmmmm," she cooed, her tongue going wild at the lobes under his tip. The flesh there was not used to being exposed to such friction. Usually the protective tube of his foreskin covered it. It was as tender and smooth as anything she'd ever touched. She hooked her teeth behind the crown of his velvety glans and sanded him with her tongue with all the energy she could muster.

Billy gave a choked cry and shaved his back into the chair cushion. Margaret felt the swell of his tube as the cream jolted upwards. She had always had a deep desire to watch that stuff bubble out of a man. Sometimes, long ago, Mitch had allowed her that pleasure. Now she meant to have it again.

Jacking him steadily with her hand she took her lips away to watch the first fountain of jizz leap into the air. It went two feet and plopped down on her nephew's thigh. His face was dark red from the tension. She smiled with the pleasure of her dripping pussy as it convulsed in sympathy for Billy's turbulent state.

"Oh God, Margaret! Suck! Suck me please! I'm begging you!"

She sucked him. She sucked his frothing prick to the back of her throat and swallowed hard to get the slick strings of jizz down. His balls really exploded then, spattering the inside of her mouth with his cum. Billy grabbed her head and held her there as he pumped his hips on the chair cushion. A white droplet appeared at one of her nostrils and dripped down her upper lip. She felt it make a string that hung off her chin. Then Billy let her head go and she was riding up and down with her lips. Up and down his rigid shaft, sucking and stripping the cum from his tube with her tongue tip.

When it was over, she kissed his mouth with her cummy lips. Billy staggered up, dazed. He held to the back of the chair for a long while before daring to test his legs.

"Boy, if your daughter had came in," Billy said, shaking his head.

"Betty isn't even here today," Margaret said, wiping her hand under her chin. "She told me she was going to town." Margaret came over and took his hand. "Now why don't we go upstairs. I haven't even had a chance to take off my clothes yet."

"You sure it's okay?"

"Of course my young and innocent darling." She lifted her hair up and tilted her head. "Kiss my neck, please." Billy took her in his arms and did what she wanted. She could feel the still firm sag of his cock against her. She wanted more of it. Lots more. She'd suck him hard again and let him fuck her in every position known to man! She was going to have a feast while she had the chance. When Mitch came back he'd surely bring his cynical, bored mood back with him. But now she had the run of her house and she had her young nephew and she had a bad case of horny to boot.

"Ohhhh, hurry darling, let's go to my bedroom."

"Maybe my bedroom would be better," Billy put in.

"If you feel more comfortable there, I'm game." Margaret smiled wickedly. "Do you have any rope?"

"Some nylon cord I use when I go camping. What do you want with that?"

"I want to tie you up, darling. I've wanted to get a man tied up ever since I can remember."

"Sounds kind of weird." Billy let her pull him towards the staircase.

"It is. And it's wonderful. You'll see my sweet Billy, you'll see." They went up the stairs arm in arm.

Betty was very quickly going bananas. It seemed that everybody was having a ball except her. Just when she thought she'd had Billy in her little hot pocket, he'd gotten vague and spaced out and all tangled up in her mother's clutches.

"My own mother! It's enough to make you puke." Actually there wasn't anything particularly sickening about it. Betty was just plain old jealous. And now she had the added guilt of what she'd come to with her own brother. After hours of their old little game of carnal knowledge, Betty had broken down. She'd tossed away the rules they'd always used and begged Lee to really do it to her. Crying from the guilt, Lee had put his cock into her smoldering hole. Betty had come almost instantly but Lee had been more emotionally tangled from the intimacy and pulled out before his rocks had exploded. He'd sat cursing on the floor, his own hand finishing the job. Betty had wanted him to have as much pleasure as she had. Lee hadn't waited to listen to her soothing words. He'd gone to his room and locked the door. A day had passed and Betty hadn't seen him. Until five minutes ago when she'd turned the block by the Walgreen's and seen him duck inside. She parked and followed. He was trying to hide behind a paperback when she came up.