Don Scott: Their horny wild aunt

"Good! I'm sure everything will work out just fine for the next two weeks," Patti said. She took a pillow and a blanket from the closet and held them tight against her body, suddenly aware of how scantily dressed she was once she saw the bed. "I'll be sleeping on the couch. Good night, boys."

As was her custom at any family reunion, Patti kissed all three of them before going to the living room. Once she was stretched out on the couch, she wondered if she should have put more passion into her friendly, almost kisses.

Patti mentally chastised herself for thinking lurid, sexual things about her nephews. But as she slept, she dreamed about what it would be like to be beneath their young, muscular, athletic bodies as they fucked her into climaxing countless times.

She wasn't sure what had awoken her. One minute she was sleeping, dreaming of getting fucked, the next she was wide awake.

Patricia kicked her feet over the edge of the sofa, throwing the blankets off her supple body. Her mind was spinning as she tried to recall why she was sleeping on the couch.

Then it all came back to her. Straining her ears, she heard someone in the bathroom. Rising, Patti noticed that her panties were moist in the crotch. She smiled, touching the silk. Even sleeping, lusty thoughts could make her pussyjuice flow freely.

The innate, maternal instinct came to the forefront of Patti's mind. Was something wrong with one of the boys? Bad dreams while sleeping in a strange bed?

Patti waited outside the bathroom door until it opened. Then she found herself standing very close to Abel, who was wearing only his underwear.

"Is anything wrong?" Patti whispered.

"No, nothing is wrong," Abel answered. He felt uncomfortable being in his underwear with his aunt. Standing close enough to smell the sweet, enticing fragrance of her perfume sent his senses reeling.

"Are you sure? You can tell me the truth, I'm your ol' Aunt Patti."

In the dim light of the hallway, Patti couldn't help but notice the fine, almost statuesque build of her nephew. He had broad shoulders for a boy still in his teens, and the muscles of his stomach rippled like waves. The itching sensation in her cunt reminded her of how horny she was. She hadn't fucked anybody that day, hadn't gotten her daily allotment of cock, and the hunger of her pussy reminded her of what she had gone without.

"Yes, I'm positive. Everything is just fine, Aunt Patricia."

Patti, not wanting anything to go wrong while she was responsible for the three boys, was still suspicious. She pressed the issue, not knowing why Abel seemed so nervous. Then she knew why when she looked at his crotch – Abel's cock was tenting out his underwear, straining to be freed.

"I-I'm sorry," Abel said, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt terribly embarrassed for springing a hard-on in front of his beloved Aunt Patricia. "I didn't mean to."

Two different emotions went through Patti at the same time. One was pity – she knew that boys Abel's age were easily aroused and that they almost always had a hard-on. The other emotion was lust – her own. Patti was just as easily aroused and continually horny as any teenaged boy.

"You needn't apologize for it," Patti said, her fingertips lightly touching Abel's chest. "Step back. Go back into the bathroom. I want to talk to you."

Abel did as he was told, expecting to be scolded. Instead, Patti closed and locked the door, then turned to face him again. He noticed that her nipples were swollen, poking out through her thin nightie more than they had been.

"You can't go to bed with that thing the way it is," Patti whispered, nodding her head toward Abel's prick. "It's not good for a boy your age to be like that and not have any relief."

Abel's cock jumped in his underwear, threatening to tear the fabric it was so hard. He gazed lovingly at the shadowy image of femininity standing before him. Patti's black, wavy hair was a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her high cheekbones caught the light that filtered through the window from the streetlight outside.

"Listen to me very carefully. I want you to close your eyes and think of your girl friend. Think of her and only of her. Do you understand me?"

Abel's throat was dry, but a creaking "Yes" came out.

When Abel closed his eyes, Patti paused to look at his body. He was, she thought, a young Adonis. Tall, strikingly handsome with an excellent build, he was exactly the type of stud that made her pussy as hot as a furnace.

She sank slowly to her knees on the cold, tile floor. Patti's hands were trembling as she gently eased her fingertips into the elastic band of Abel's underwear. As soon as she had the garment down enough, his prick sprang out like a mighty cobra snake. Patti gasped in surprise. Abel's prick was even bigger than she suspected it would be.

At the first sight of Abel's cock, Patti's pussy began tingling fiercely, tightening involuntarily as the slick, lubricating oil seeped into her panties. She gazed at the cock, estimating it to be nine inches long. The head was big and bullet-shaped. All in all, Abel's cock, Patti decided, was just perfect for sucking.

She cupped his hairy nut sac in the palm of her left hand and wrapped her right hand around the base of his mighty cock. Leaning closer, Patti inhaled deeply. Her tits bulged out as she inhaled, straining against her nightie. She caught the mouth-watering aroma of cock-meat and her mouth, like her pussy, became even wetter with anticipation.

She paused to think about incest. Patti had never really thought about sucking a relative's cock before, and it surprised her that she didn't feel there was anything essentially wrong with it.

Sitting on the backs of her heels, Patti leaned closer and her luscious, moist lips made contact with Abel's cockhead. She kissed the bulbous knob, letting her tongue snake out from her lips. The slick, pink tongue toyed with the clefted underside of the pricktip, then worked ever widening circles around the head. Soon Patti had the entire pulsating surface of Abel's cockhead glistening with her spit, almost vibrating in her fist.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Patti moaned, forgetting entirely about the other two boys who were sleeping in the neighboring room. Nothing mattered to her any more except-the huge cock that throbbed in her fist and against her lips and tongue.

Abel balled his hands into large fists. He kept them at his sides not knowing whether his aunt would let him touch her or not. One thing he couldn't do was think of any woman but her. She was the most beautiful woman he knew, and thinking about anyone else while her tongue was grazing over his cock pole was nothing less than impossible.

Once the hot-blooded brunette was satisfied with her work on the pricktip, she raised the cock and opened her mouth wide, chewing with her lips on the broad shaft.

Patti nibbled gently on the stem of Abel's prick, moving slowly but steadily toward his balls. She gave them a loving squeeze, then began using her wet tongue on the wrinkled sac.

Abel quivered all over as he felt his adorable aunt's tongue gliding smoothly over his cum laden balls. His breath came in ragged gulps and his head felt dizzy.

Opening her mouth as wide as possible, Patti carefully tucked both nuts inside the hot, moist recesses of her oral cavern. Her cheeks bulged out, like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter. As she basted Abel's balls with her spit, warming them, she felt his cock twitching excitedly against her cheekbone and forehead.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Abel sighed, then silenced himself. He didn't really know what was expected of him and he didn't want to make Patti angry. The last thing he needed was to make her angry enough to quit sucking his prick.

Strands of Patti's ebony hair stuck to the spitty head of Abel's cock as she mouthed his balls. When she released them, Patti shook her head, shaking her hair over her shoulders. The hair, parted slightly off center, came to just below her smooth shoulders.