Robert Vickers: Swinging aunt

She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come that beaded at the end of his fuck stick and knew it wouldn't be long before he got his rocks off. She reached down and cupped the balls in one hand. She squeezed lightly and began to knead and massage his nuts. He groaned even louder and his prick snapped and jerked around like a tall pole in a high wind.

Sucking harder on his cock, she lowered her head and took a full inch of cock into her mouth. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of his prick. She didn't hurt him. The teeth only brought the blood rushing hotly to the surface. Her tongue lashed out to soothe and caress the injured flesh and increase his arousal – and hers!

"Ummm, come on!" he cried out. "Go all the way. Don't stop now. You know you wanna do it."

She didn't know who he was talking about – dreaming about – but she wasn't about to speak and possibly awaken him. This was too much fun! His cock was so thick it strained her lips to the breaking point. She loved eating cock and this was the best she'd had in more months than she cared to remember. And it was her very own nephew!

That incestuous thought thrilled her more than it should have. The woman knew she should have been repulsed by the idea of incest. It was a sin, even a crime.

Then why was she enjoying it so much? That question was shoved to the back of her mind while she continued to give her nephew the kind of blow job men dream of and seldom get.

She sucked harder and another inch of cock entered her mouth. She cradled it with her tongue and felt his cock pulse and twitch with life. Knowing that the more blood she could get into his prick, the more he would enjoy it, she began lightly gnawing on his cock. It wouldn't hurt but it would stimulate him to the point where he couldn't hold back his fiery flood of jizz much longer.

The woman felt the cock begin to dance and buck hard in her mouth. For a brief moment, she wondered if she was really doing the right thing. Shouldn't she at least give her nephew the chance to back out of the incestuous act? He was something like a captive audience. He thought he was having a nice, erotic wet dream and she was coming into it to give a reality that should have been lacking.

The moment she stopped sucking, however, she heard his sleep-cloaked voice say, "Damn it, now that you're started, don't stop. What are you, a cock-teaser?"

He then laughed and rolled to one side. She knew he was still asleep and dreaming about someone, possibly his girlfriend. Gloria had heard Larry talk about her at times. The woman didn't know but she thought the girl refused to put out for him and this was bugging him. It would certainly explain the things he was dreaming about and the words he muttered.

"No," she whispered hotly, her nostrils sending out a gust of breath that stirred through the tangled forest of his bush, "I'm not a prick-teaser. I deliver."

And she tried. She sucked harder on his cock and pulled it inch by slow inch into the dank cavity of her mouth. When her nose nuzzled into the youth's pubic hair, she almost sneezed. Still, she couldn't complain. She hadn't had this much prick shoved into her mouth in months and months.

When the rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the top of her mouth, she swallowed. His prick rushed past her tonsils and down into her throat. While she was no Linda Lovelace, she knew how to take a man's prick all the way down her throat without gagging. She allowed his turgid prick to rest there for a moment, then she swallowed.

The action of her throat muscles on the most sensitive portion of his prick made the youth moan loudly. She then had to back away and get the cock freed from her throat. In that position, it blocked off all her air.

Gasping for breath, she continued to suck and lick all over the teenager's cock. Her nephew was writhing on the bed now, his eyelids fluttering and his hips shoving more and more toward her mouth. She allowed him to raggedly face fuck her a few times before collapsing back to the bed and muttering, "Gimme all of it. Gimme all you got, babe!"

She had no idea what he really wanted. She could tell, though, from the way his cock was pulsing with added force, that his come wasn't far off. Licking the underside of his prick with her rough, seeking tongue did the trick. She felt the telltale spasm, then managed to get her mouth over the end of his cock before the first gooey bullet of hot jism leaped out of his cannon.

Smearing the thick jizz all over her tongue allowed her to get the full taste treat. She loved the taste of come, unlike some women. She couldn't get enough of it. Sucking harder, she pulled the last drop of his come from his balls.

After the last of the succulent jism had been drained from his body, his hips kept levering up and falling down. She kept sucking until the cock began to grow limp. By the time his hips stopped moving, his cock was entirely dead.

She looked down at the sleeping teenager and smiled. A tiny river of come leaked from between her lips but a quick flash of her pink tongue snared it before it could go down her chin. Lovingly, she covered his sleeping prick with the sheet.

Standing, she went to leave when she heard him mutter, "Greatest fuck I ever had. Lemme rest. Lemme… do it again. Soon, let's do it…"

And his voice trailed off.

Gloria left her nephew's room, feeling more content than she had in months – and hornier than before. The nearness of that fine prick had made her cunt begin to wish it had received the long, hard shaft instead of her mouth. And she was coming to agree with her hollow, aching little pussy.

Gloria was sitting and finishing off her breakfast when Larry came to the table. For a moment, she wondered what she was going to do. Panic struck her speechless and she came close to dropping her coffee cup. Nervously, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. A deep drag on the cigarette sent needed nicotine into her lungs to soothe her a little.

Larry seemed little better off than his aunt. They exchanged glances which could mean anything or nothing. All that was apparent was the electric tension in the air.

Denise Carlberg looked from her sister to her son and asked, "What's the matter with you two? You look as if someone's walking on your grave."

"Nothing, Mom. Just uptight over not finding work," lied Larry. "That's getting me down. But I have a couple appointments later this afternoon."

"Nothing during the morning?" Denise asked.

"No, why?"

"I was going downtown and thought I might be able to drop you off. But since your interviews are for later on, I guess I won't be able to give you a lift. In fact, I'd better run. Be gone all day so you two fend for yourselves for dinner. Bye." With that the woman was up from the table and through the door leading toward the garage.

Larry looked guiltily at Gloria and this increased the woman's paranoia. She was sure that her sister suspected nothing, and Frank had left for work an hour earlier. Rut what did Larry have going through his mind now? It was obviously something more than simple worry over an interview. If it wasn't, he wouldn't be looking at her the way he was.

"Is anything wrong, Larry?" she asked, trying to be cool and nonchalant. She wondered if she succeeded. To her ears, it hardly sounded as if she had.

"Nothing, Aunt Gloria. Really." He nervously sloshed coffee into a cup and gulped it down. He almost choked on the burning liquid.

"Something's bothering you. What is it?" She felt a little better now. As long as she could ask the questions, she didn't have to respond to his possible inquiries as to her behavior.

"It… it's last night, Aunt Gloria. I had this dream. It was sort of strange."

"Strange? You mean like a wet dream?"

He gulped down more of the coffee and bobbed his head.