Unknown - Mom gets it on

excitingly fine and soft. His fingers slithered into the deep crack. She moved, lifted her ass, startling him.

She seemed to be inviting him to probe the crevice between her ass cheeks. Intrigued, he explored the valley, slid his oily fingers along it. As he did, she lifted higher, giving him better access to her. He kneaded the lush round masses. His thumbs spread the crack, exposed the valley floor, revealed the dark pucker of her asshole.

Paul's cock throbbed with excitement as he probed his aunt's ass. He feasted his eyes on her cunt. He could see the rippled petals of her inner folds. His cock quivered as he thought of plunging it into her steaming hot depths.

He glanced at her face. She was still asleep. Her mouth was partially open and she was breathing deeply. Tiny beads of sweat glittered on her upper lip. The fine blonde hair on the back of her neck was wet with perspiration that hadn't been there before. She moaned very softly every time she

inhaled.

His thumb touched the depression of her asshole. She heaved in response and her ass surged higher. She whimpered. Her mouth gaped wider and her forehead wrinkled. He touched her asshole again, and got the same reaction. Her ass was high in the air now. Her legs were spread wide. Her knees and her face were still on the blanket.

The pink folds of her emit seemed brighter, more prominent. Abandoning. the mystery of her anal reaction, Paul delicately explored her flushed, moist folds, probed her cunt carefully. Her reaction was exactly the same as it had been to the touch on her asshole. She presented her crotch to him even more invitingly.

His fingers slid deep into her dripping pussy, plumbing the hot slippery depths of her cunt. He probed his thumb into her hole, felt the rippled walls ease aside to admit him. His fingers curled toward the top of her pussy, pried in between the lips and found her clitoris. When he touched it, it wiled away from him. Lil whimpered and her ass shifted nervously.

Paul remembered how he had suddenly found his cock enfolded in that searing tunnel, and his cock throbbed with excitement. A stinging drop of lubricant burned the tip of his prick.

Rising to get his thrusting cock level with her raised cunt, Paul aimed his prick at her pussy. Grasping his rigid tool, he nuzzled the bulbous head into the heart of his aunt's cunt.

Very carefully he leaned forward, sank his aching prick into her clinging depths. Her hot flesh enveloped his cock abruptly. As he filled her with his bulk, his aunt whined as if he were pumping the air from her lungs with his thrust.

His hips came up firmly against her ass. He paused, felt his prick throb with pleasure. Then, as the sun blazed down on his aunt's naked back, Paul began to flick her with slow, deep, powerful strokes. He didn't touch her with his hands at all. The only point of contact between them was his cock and her cunt.

Lil whined every time he stroked his towering tool into her. One of her hands moved, reached back up between her open thighs, probed and played with her pussy as he pumped his cock in her mint. She was managing her cunt as he fucked her! Her eyelids fluttered as if she were on the verge of waking.

Paul moved faster and faster. She wriggled in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

Her back arched one way and then the other, making her pelvis rock, changing the angle of her tunnel each time he drove into it. His prick was being blistered by the incredible friction. His hips took on a life of their own, trust harder, rammed his cock into her cunt.

Gripping her waist, clutching her soft flesh, he steadied her. Her eyes opened. They were foggy with passion.

Paul was near his orgasm. The puddle of cum in his groin was seething with impatience, and all his muscles were quivering. His cock jumped in her gripping sheath and he rammed into her hard, hauled her back against him.

"Aww God!" Lil erupted. "I'm cumminnggg!" Paul felt her cunt spasming around his prick. He began to unload his jism into her blazing depths. His balls knotted, wrung themselves dry, poured his load into her clutching sucking cunt. His breath sizzled trough his clenched teeth as he rammed his spouting prick against the cupped end of his aunt's cunt.

Lil was gurgling senselessly in the grip of her own scorching orgasm. Her face showed no signs of recognition. There was no indication she knew whose cock was spurting inside her. The only expression on her face was carnal pleasure.

His toes curling, his ankles crossed and straining, Paul clenched his thighs and squeezed the last searing dribbles of cum out of his body. His cock held rigid for a final aching moment, then the floodgates opened, and it began to shrink.

"Aw God! What's happening?" his aunt asked in bewilderment. Awkwardly, she twisted her head and looked back, saw who had just flicked her, and closed her eyes with shock. "No," she whispered softly. "No, not again."

Instinctively, Paul leaned forward over his aunt and cuddled her as she shuddered with horror. He didn't understand why she was so upset, and was afraid he had hurt her. His prick slipped out of her drenched cunt and squirmed along the crack of her ass as she stretched out on the blanket.

"Did I hurt you?" Paul asked anxiously, his teen voice cracking with concern.

"Oh, Paul, why did you do it?" his aunt asked.

"Because I love you, and because you did me one time. Remember that night?"

Aunt Lil didn't squirm under him, just lay there, totally limp. "I remember," she said softly. "Do you remember I said it would never happen again?"

"But you didn't mean it. You liked it, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes," Aunt Lil admitted with a deep sigh. "I liked it."

"I liked it, too," Paul told her. "It was super. And this time was even better, wasn't it?"

"It was," she confessed. "But, Paul, it's wrong. It's incest."

"What's incest?" he asked innocently.

"Incest is when people who are related have sex, a brother and sister, or a mother and son," his aunt explained.

"I'm not your son," Paul pointed out logically.

"But you are my nephew," Aunt Lii observed. "Your mother was my sister, and that means we are blood relatives."

"Why shouldn't we make love?" Paul insisted. "We love each other. You love me, don't you?"

His aunt turned and caught him as he slid off her back. "Of course I love you," she said quickly.

Paul's cock began to rise again from the snuggling. He squirmed in an attempt to nestle his prick more comfortably in her pussy.

"Paul, please stop that," she asked, fending him off.

"Why?"

"Paul, if we were to have children, they might be feebleminded, or have hemophilia, or something," she argued.

"But you're not going to have a baby."

"If you keep fucking me, I might," Aunt Lil shot back.

"Oh. Well, you could go on the pill," Paul countered quickly.

"Paul, I…" His aunt stuttered to a stop. "Paul, it is wrong. It is wrong, wrong, WRONG! It's-it's wicked! It's evil! It's a sin!"

Paul reeled back at the harsh words. His mind flashed to the searing sermons his dead mother had preached. He folded in on, himself, flames roared upward in his mind, burning and burning and burning. He heard his mother's dying screams as the house crumbled in on her.

Then, suddenly, he was being cuddled and loved and the flames and the horror retreated. His aunt's voice soothed him, her hands stroked his naked

body. Her tits were soft and warm against him.

"I'm sorry, Paul, I'm sorry, Sorry, sorry," she repeated over and over and over again. "It's all right, Paul, it's all right. Really, it is, it's all right."

Paul moved his head down and found one of her lush tits. He suckled on her thrusting nipple, but not as if he were a child. His cock was hard again, and he was sucking her to get her excited. Her arm curled around his head. He felt her grasp on him changing, felt the tension in her body easing, felt