Robert Vickers: Swinging aunt

"There's nothing wrong with that," she told him. She wondered if he'd really had the dream or if he'd awakened while she was sucking him off. Instinctively, she licked her lips. He saw her and the look on his face was an odd combination of sheer lust and total confusion.

"I know that. Usually, there's nothing wrong with it. But the one last night was kinky. I mean really kinky."

"So? Your mind doesn't necessarily have to do things when you're sleep that it might while you're awake. Sleep gives your brain a chance to act out all sorts of interesting – exciting things."

"This was about you," he said in a weak voice.

"Me? Really, Larry. I'm flattered. I never thought you noticed me as a woman." Never had she been under more sexual strain than at that moment. She wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek, caress his face and chest and grab hold of his long cock and stroke it until he blew his wad into her hand. She could even imagine the sweet, salty taste of his come against her lips. Without knowing it, she licked her lips again, seductively this time.

"Yeah, it was a wet dream about you. God, it's so embarrassing!" he blurted.

"Tell me about it. I'm flattered. Really, Larry."

He got a far-off dreamy look in his eyes as he said, "You were dancing naked, like a stripper. I watched as you… as you took off your blouse and stood in front of me. You smiled, at me and then came closer. I could feel your tits press into my bare skin. I don't remember how I got naked, but I was. And I had a monster ha…" He stopped suddenly and looked down at the table.

"Go on, Larry. You had a monster hard-on. Isn't that what you were going to say?"

"Yeah, a hard-on." He gulped twice and plowed ahead. "And then you went down on me and sucked my cock. And then I came!"

"So what's so bad about that? Don't you like me?"

"Like you, I've always had the…" Suddenly he shut up again, his face a mask of terror. "I can't say anything like that. You're my own aunt."

"You mean you can't admit you love me? That you love me in ways that a nephew shouldn't love an aunt?"

She smiled and placed her hand on his. The electric shock that passed between them shook both their senses. She looked into his eyes as she said, "Has it ever occurred to you that I might lust after your body, too? You're a handsome man now. And I… I'm lonely since Henry died."

"I never thought of that." He started to pull his hand away, then stopped.

"And you've got a lovely cock. It's at least seven inches long and it…" Now it was Gloria's turn to stop in mid-sentence. She hadn't wanted to admit seeing his boner. And the last thing in the world she wanted to do was tell him he hadn't been dreaming – at least not entirely. She licked her lips again and decided to go for broke. She couldn't foul things up worse than they were now.

"You weren't dreaming of me sucking you off last night, Larry. I was there. I did it."

"But how? I mean the dream. You were stripping and then I felt this wonderful, wet mouth all over my cock and balls. Then I was coming. Never got off that big before. Never! And you say it was real?"

"Yes. I was there. I didn't strip. That was part of your dream. But the rest is all due to a little blow job on my part."

"Why? Why, Aunt Gloria?"

"I think you're sexy. You needed some help with that hard-on you had. And it didn't seem likely that just shooting off into the sheets would be as much fun as actually sucking you off."

"It wasn't!" he blurted.

"Good. And I see no reason why we should keep things on such a clandestine basis. Why can't we be honest with each other?"

"Honest?" be said, not sure of what he should admit to at this point.

"Yes, honest. I lust after you, Larry. But there's more to it than that. There's love, too. I think you know that. But even if there wasn't, what's wrong with a little lust between a man and a woman?"

"But you're my aunt! That's incest!"

"Didn't you like it last night? How was that different from when any other woman's sucked you off?"

"It was better, but, incest! I couldn't!"

Gloria's pussy was beginning to drool obscenely now. She felt the way it leaked and made the bottom of her dress wet. It was even making the seat damp. She couldn't have that.

What she wanted was sitting across the table from her: Larry. She wanted her nephew sexually more than anything else in the world. Hearing him say he'd been dreaming of her before she'd entered the room made her feel good. She was still attractive to men. That bolstered her confidence. She needed assurance that the years of marriage hadn't caused her to lose her charm or beauty.

Having a young stud like Larry lust after her did great things to her ego. Now she wanted to see if she'd lost any of the fucking skills she had accumulated during her years of marriage. She was almost afraid she was too much out of practice, but with Larry, it wouldn't matter. Not like it was some strange man.

She was his aunt. She was older, but not that much. She was an authority figure similar to his mother. He would obey her if she had to get tough and tell him to. Somehow, she doubted if it would come to that. All she had to do was play her cards right. He'd already told her all she needed to know about successfully seducing him.

With a graceful movement, she rose and spun around the chair. She lifted one leg and carefully placed her ankle on the back of the chair. Twisting a little to the side, she allowed him a quick glimpse all the way up to her thigh. He might have even caught a pink flash from her panties. The way his eyes widened told her he had seen enough to keep him interested.

"A strip tease? You'd like that?" she said coyly. "I'll do it for my favorite nephew."

She took her foot off the chair and spun around. When she faced him again, she had her blouse unbuttoned all the way to the waist. She thrust her shoulders back and shoved her tits against the thin material of the blouse.

"Do you like what you see?" she taunted him. A little movement on her part caused one tit to spill out to gleam in the light of the kitchen. The nipple was hard and red and fully erect. The youth could see it throbbing as excited blood pounded into it. The entire cone of white tit-flesh was more alive than any he'd ever seen.

She came closer and abandoned the shirt tails of her blouse and let it flap freely. Glancing down at his crotch assured her he was responding to her. The large bulge couldn't be anything but an erection trying valiantly to break free.

Quick fingers began pulling the blouse from her shoulders. Just as it came down her body, she turned around. He got a full view of her naked back. "I don't wear a bra. And, that's for you, Larry. Do you like my boobs? Do you really like them?"

"Christ, Aunt Gloria, this isn't right!"

"Is this, then?"

She turned and shoved her tits into his face. He opened his mouth to say something and found the cherry-red nubbin of nipple shoved firmly between his lips. He gulped and then sucked for all he was worth. She sighed and pressed even closer so that he could move from one boob to the other. His mouth told her she was still a woman to be lusted after. She hadn't lost anything but a husband. All her sex appeal was still there to turn men on.

"Suck harder. My poor little titties need it so baaaadly!" she cried. The sensations of his tongue working roughly across the tips of her boobs sent tiny chills of lust throughout her body. Her cunt was gushing fiercely now. The heated fuck fluids demanded something be thrust into her. Nothing less than a real man's prick would do.

A prick just like her nephew sported.

Her fingers worked under the band of her skin and quickly undid the snaps to one side. She simply stepped from her skirt and kicked it aside. Clad only in her panties and the freely swinging blouse, she felt wicked, sensual, naughty and totally aroused.