Unknown - Mom gets it on

"Well," Jan mused, "the pill is best, safest. It would be hard for you to buy rubbers, and a diaphragm is inconvenient. So, I'll get some pills."

"That's good." Paul was relieved he didn't have to do anything.

Unnoticed by either of them, a face appeared at the kitchen window. Lil felt woozy, and thought for a moment that she was going to faint. They were lying nude in the sun! Her mind leaped immediately to the obvious conclusion that they had been making love, then discarded it as unlikely. After all, Paul was only a teen, and so was Jan. They wouldn't know how to go about it.

Then she remembered Paul was fully capable of driving that gorgeous cock of his deep into a woman's cunt and depositing a load of cum, and her guts tightened with lust. Jealousy flared through her at the idea that her daughter might have had

Paul, too. Then the craziness of that thought slashed through her and she shuddered. God, what she had already done was incest, and here she was treating Paul as if he were her mate, instead of her nephew, and less than half her age.

Lil tried to force herself away from the window, but couldn't. She just couldn't take her eyes off the two naked teenagers. The mist of hair at Jan's groin looked like spun gold. Paul's limp cock gleamed like ivory. They looked so damn sweet and innocent and beautiful it made her hurt. Maybe they were innocent. Paul didn't even have a hard-on. Apparently being naked with a girl wasn't arousing for him.

But the sight of Paul's nudity was arousing Lil, and she didn't know what to do about it. The surge of lust she felt at the sight of him was frightening. She wanted desperately to go out and bring his flaccid cock to full arousal and then spike herself on it, drive it straight up into her aching cunt. Her dead sister's son, and she wanted him so desperately it hurt. She dragged herself away from the window and wandered through the house, her mind a turmoil. She had the feeling she should do something to break up the tableau in the back yard, but didn't trust herself to come too close to her naked nephew. Blindly, she bumbled out the front door and got into the car and drove away. The car wove and lurched crazily.

In the yard, Paul was examining Jan's cunt at close range. He was lying on his stomach between her spread legs, his head braced up on his elbows. He spread her cunt lips, exposed the shining pink inner petals of her pussy. Slowly, drawn by her tantalizing aroma, he lowered his face to her cunt and licked her slippery folds. He felt her juicy

tissues slide and squirm away from his tongue. He drove it deep into her cuntal opening. Her hands clamped onto his head. He pushed his nose into her seething crotch. Her hips heaved and shuddered from the stimulation.

Jan grunted as she was devoured by her cousin. He heard her moaning like an animal as he pressed his face, his nose, his cheeks and chin into her hot cunt. He thrust his tongue deep into her streaming hole. He worked his jaw and lips in her moist folds. Her juices streamed over his cheeks and into his mouth. It seemed only fair after what she had done in the shower. It seemed the natural thing to do. It was also making his cock harden. Finally he had to shift to get more comfortable. Rising to his knees, keeping his face pressed into Jan's crotch, he reached back and began masturbating his rigid cock as he ate her cunt.

Jan's grip on his hair tightened, and she twisted, dragged his mouth up from her cunt. His lips found a squirmy little nubbin. Her hips heaved wildly when he licked it. Figuring this was what she wanted, Paul closed his lips on the slippery protuberance and sucked hard on it, then pressed it with his tongue. He was rewarded by a crazy thrashing. Her legs kicked around him, her thighs clamped down on his ears.

"Aw God!" she wailed. "Aw God! Aw God!"

As she thrust upward, jamming her pussy into his face, his cock began to pump in his hand. Me could feel the thick jettings of jizm bursting from his tool, spilling to the grass as he brought Jan off with his mouth.

The sun blazed down on his back as he slumped weakly forward, resting his cheek on Jan's soft tummy. He wondered if Aunt Lil had ever experienced anything like Jan just had.

Maybe the next time he had that nightmare and she came in to soothe him he could do it for her. It was one way he could thank her for everything she had done.

Lil drove wildly. She was so distracted and distraught she didn't notice the guy stepping off the curb until it was almost too late. The car screeched to a halt half sideways as he leaped back out of the way. For a moment, Lil sat there, shaking, shuddering in reaction to what, had happened at home, and what had almost happened just now, as a result.

"You okay, Mrs. Palmer?" the boy asked, peering in the window.

Lil tried to control her shaking. "I'm okay, Kenny. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to my driving."

"Better be more careful, Mrs. Palmer. Someone might get hurt nest time. That was a close call."

"I know," she answered sharply. Then she softened her tone. "Where were you headed? Can I give you a ride anywhere?"

"Aw, gee thanks. That's all right. I was going out to the stable to do some riding. It must be way out of your way. I'll walk over to Main Street and stick out my thumb."

Lil shook her head. "Climb in. The least I can do after almost running you over is give you a lift. Besides, it's dangerous to hitchhike!"

"Well, okay," the teenager answered. "Gee, I appreciate it." He slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. "More than once I've had oa jump out of a car because of some weirdo."

Lil pulled away from the curb cautiously.

"I guess it can work both ways," Ken continued. "I mean, a woman like you shouldn't pick up hitchhikers, either."

"But I know you," she pointed out carefully.

"Yeah, but a nice-looking woman like you can interest, even a square like me."

The remark did nothing to steady Lil's insides, which were still churning with suppressed lust from seeing Paul and Jan naked in the back yard. "Do you have to make an appointment at the stable this time of year?" she asked.

"Naw, I can get there any time and they'll have some old nag for me," Ken answered.

Lii had a sudden urge to do something she hadn't done in years. "Do you suppose I could get a home?"

Ken looked startled. "Do you ride?"

"I used to. It's been a while, so I'd need a gentle one."

Ken snorted. "All they have is gentle ones, they all have two speeds, slow and stop."

"Sounds just my style," Lil said, smiling. She remembered how, when a teenager, she had enjoyed the easy rhythm of a horse between her legs, the creak of saddle leather and the jingle of a harness. It would be just the thing to settle her frayed nerves. She turned in at the stable and parked the car.

Fortunately, there were homes available for both of them. Ken leading the way, they started down the trail into the State Park.

Within minutes she remembered something else she had liked about riding a horse. The steady

rolling motion under her ass was increasing her already simmering lust. The sounds and smells of the ride all combined to remind her of the orgasms she had experienced as a girl. She had leaned forward and rubbed her cunt against the shifting, rolling saddle.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ken asked, breaking into her reverie.

"Oh, yes." She was shaken and embarrassed by the moistness in her crotch and was worried he was aware of her arousal. "Hot, though."

"Yeah," he agreed.

She was suddenly intensely aware of him as a male. Her lust for her nephew suddenly transferred to Ken and a hot flare of desire blazed up through her. She tried to fight it down, but the motion of the ride made it impossible. The easy swaying of the horse rubbed her ass, stroked her thighs and legs, pulled on her cunt until shudders of lust were making her squirm in the saddle.