John Kellerman - The family secret

"Damn, if I keep daydreaming like this I'll have myself in a terrible state of mind." She sighed, walked over to the mirror to brush her hair. She had wrinkles all right and her hair was streaked with gray. But surely a young man would appreciate her body. She lifted her breasts, examining the shape and droop of them. Luckily she had small ones. The years had been kind. She crossed her long legs and spun towards the bed where she'd laid out her day's attire.

She wiggled into the dancing tights and left her legs bare and swooped down so that any male who cared to could view the smooth tan cleavage of her breasts. The tights had a crotch that snapped under her mound. It was a style she'd long favored because it could be undone at a moment's notice, even under a skirt. And since she wore no panties, she had easy access to her pussy in almost any situation. She smiled thinking of the phone booth she'd been thoroughly fucked in. Another of Carl's lewd suggestions. There'd been an elevator too and… But enough of those old memories. She was going to concentrate on the present even if it did drive her half mad. She snapped a skirt around her waist and slipped into a pair of freshly washed tennis shoes. Then she scooped up her array of cock photos, slipped them into a drawer and snatched her camera from the dresser. Carl was taking his daughters to town today so she'd have a number of hours to see if she could make any headway with sweet Kevin. And so what if she did freak him out? He couldn't tell anybody about it, could he? She laughed out loud and pushed through the front door.

"Excuse me ma'am," the chauffeur said, "if you need the car today, I'm available. Mr. McNarey wanted to drive the old Packard himself to town."

"Thanks Jim, but I'm not going anywhere."

"Very good."

Mona headed across the back lawn towards the guest house. She didn't know what made her glance back, but she did. Jim was smiling, watching the easy swing of her hips under the loose skirt. She smiled, making sure he saw it and then went on.

"Pictures. Do understand what I'm saying?" She held up her camera and pointed. "Pictures of you."

Kevin gave a short nod and put his carving knife down on the table beside his bed. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. They were faded and one leg was torn almost to the waist. Mona sneaked hungry looks at the white flesh that was exposed. When Kevin bent to pick something off the floor, she could see the hard muscular curve of his right asscheek. What a lovely ass it was! She fingered her camera, setting the aperture for the dimly lit room.

"Nude photography is what I do," she smiled, acting nonchalant. "Nature photography is what you call it. It's like mother nature wanted. Pictures of everyone in their birthday suits!" She laughed and looked at Kevin. His reaction was a blank stare. She sat near him on the bed. It took all her willpower not to reach out and brush the lovely boy's shoulder. She kept looking at the crotch of those tight trunks, praying that Kevin wouldn't catch her.

"Would you pose for me, darling?" she cooed, petting his blond hair. Kevin blinked, then shrugged. Her heart was in her throat. Finally he gave a short nod. She was in heaven!

Pretending to be busy with her camera, Mona walked around the room. But she was glancing secretly at her new catch. Kevin was still sitting on the bed. Maybe he didn't understand that she wanted him posing without a stitch on.

"Why don't you slip out of those… trunks Kevin," her voice was shaking. "With the light coming through the window it should be just perfect!"

The slender boy touched his hands to his waist, hesitated. Then after flashing her a look, he slammed them down and quickly turned onto his stomach on the bed. Fine, Mona thought. For starters. Let him get used to the situation. Let him get used to being naked. She circled around him snapping off shots as fast as she could wind film.

After a moment or two she reached down to arrange his legs. He jerked at her touch but let her bend his knees. Now she could see the white sac hanging, the white curve of his uncircumcised cock. It was one of the loveliest things she'd ever seen in her life.

"Now how about rolling onto your side," she suggested, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Of course it was as far as she was concerned. But she didn't know how Kevin would react. He reacted just fine.

"Oh that's beautiful," she went on, getting a quick focus of the length of his body and snapping off three shots in a row. "Now close your eyes and prop your head on your hand. Yes!"

While the boy's eyes were closed, Mona focused on his cock and bent forward until the gracefully curved thing filled her frame. She took shots until she'd used up the rest of the you.

"Why don't you relax for a while," she said, breathing hard from her excitement. "I've got to reload this thing." When Kevin started to pull on his shorts again, she took his arm. "Oh don't dress yet, please don't!" She realized that her voice was not at all natural. It was as if she were begging the young God to let her do something more than just take pictures. And he heard this, sensed her smoldering excitement. She saw a tinge of pink color his face. For some reason she glanced at his cock again. It was lengthening, hardening. Her breath caught. She couldn't remember being so stirred up since she'd been in her teens.

"Uhhmmmm," Kevin moaned, speaking for the first time since she'd come into the room. He grabbed frantically for his trunks but Mona held them away. She was panting now, hot with want. She pulled the slender boy against her body and petted his head and shoulders.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said, watching the blood being pumped to his cock steadily now. Kevin squirmed in her embrace. He was plenty strong enough to get free if he really wanted. But she held him just tight enough to prevent this. His cock lengthened more. The foreskin was being stretched back now, exposing the dark blue membrane underneath.

"God you're beautiful," she whispered aloud. She sensed that he liked being held like that, enjoyed his position of mock helplessness. She dared herself to try more. And so when his cock had risen from his thigh and bobbed there like a projectile about to discharge, she pushed him down on his back on the bed and pinned his shoulders. There was a faint smile on the boy's lips. Mona could no longer restrain herself. She put her mouth against the boy's neck and started kissing him softly, wet. He made another of his strange sounds and squirmed. She could feel his wiry shape under her belly. She reached down with one hand and snapped the crotch of her tights. The material slipped up her hips, cinching around her waist.

He could feel her cunt hair with his cook now. She groaned and kissed his mouth. He moaned into the kiss.

"I want to love you," she gasped, half crazy with desire. She'd never wanted any one male so badly in her life. Except maybe the first time she'd had her brother. But somehow taking her young nephew seemed even wickeder than doing it with her brother.

"You darling boy! Ohhh God, you're perfect!" She worked her hips, letting his cock divide the hairy plumpness of her mound. Almost immediately Kevin was making an animal growl in his throat. His eyes were closed as if in prayer. She worked her body into the right position and felt the exposed head of his cock slide up into her hole. With gentle, rocking motions she was penetrating herself.

"Oh God, is this really happening?" she breathed, kissing Kevin's face with furious passion. "I've dreamed of it, but I didn't know…"

"Mmmmmmm," he cooed, slipping his slim arms around her back. He hugged her as she wiggled her hips. She could feel the stiffness inside her. Kevin wasn't nearly as hung as her brother Carl. But the fact that it was Kevin's white cock inside her made it all the better.