Don Scott: Their horny wild aunt

As Abel poked his aunt's cunt with his broad, long steelish cock, he couldn't help but wonder at his own luck. To fuck anyone as beautiful and shapely as Patti Fox was, he figured, supremely lucky. But to fuck someone so beautiful, and to have her be his aunt, was more fuck than anyone deserved!

He could feel every subtle contraction of Patti's cunt as it milked his cock. Whenever he pulled up, withdrawing all but the bulbous head of his prick from her pussy, Abel could feel Patti's pussylips sucking him. With his cockrod totally sheathed in her cunt, he could feel the silky walls squeezing and kneading his prick.

"I c-can't hold… hold b-back," Abel whispered, trying to remain quiet so his brothers wouldn't hear.

Patti didn't answer her nephew, though she would have liked to. When she moved her lips, trying to speak, no sound came out. Her pussyjuice was welling up inside her body, preparing to spew out mightily. Her throat was dry, but her cunt was wet and juicy, continually being fed the needed prick flesh that it craved.

"Oh, no! No! Nooooooo!" Abel hissed through gritted teeth as his scalding hot spunk roared through his cock, spewing into Patti's pussy. He reamed her cunt, his body in a frenzy of tumultuous passion.

When Patti felt her pussy being flooded with Abel's thick fuck-cream, she, too, was pushed over the edge of ecstasy. She bit down hard on her full bottom lip to keep from screaming as the cuntal fluids gushed from her. The slick, oily feminine cum seeped between her pussylips and Abel's ram-rodding prick to trickle over her asshole. She writhed in delirious, blissful agony, the intense satisfaction so great it was almost painful.

Incest! she thought. I'm fucking my nephew and cuming! This realization added fuel to her already burning body and she contorted her curvaceous body even more wildly on the couch.

Though Abel had experience at fucking, he'd never had anyone as erotically energetic as Patti. He had all he could do to just stay in the saddle, riding her like a bronco as she bucked beneath him.

When the ecstasy could last no longer, Patti stopped convulsing and she let her arms fall away from Abel. One arm dangled to the floor over the edge of the couch. Her cunt was completely filled – filled, in fact, to overflowing with Abel's rich cum.

"Abel, my darling, you were magnificent," Patti whispered, letting the teenager kiss her smooth, perfumed neck. His cock was still in her pussy, but shrinking slowly. "Just promise me that you'll never tell anyone about this… and that you'll never do it again."

"I promise," Abel said.

Patti sighed wistfully when Abel uncorked his cock from her pussy. He picked up his underwear from the floor and stepped into them. Patti picked her embroidered panties up and handed them to him.

"Here," she whispered, "here's something for you to remember this evening with. Don't ever show them to anybody though."

When Abel had tip-toed back to his bedroom to sleep with his two brothers, Patti pulled her see-through nightie back over her head. Her monumental tits strained against the sheer, smooth material. With anyone else, the nightie would have fit loosely, but not with Patti and her huge, billowing tits.

She knew she should sneak into the bedroom and put on another pair of panties, but Patti was too tired to do anything more than pull the sheet over her body and fall back to sleep.

As she slept, a peaceful smile curled her luscious, full lips.

Bruce looked at his much-adored Aunt Patricia sleeping on the couch and a warm shiver of illicit lust shook his young body. She was on her back on the couch, and during the night she had kicked off the sheet. Her thickly furred pussy was exposed, and the voluminous tits were all but entirely visible through her nightie.

Stealing a look toward the bedroom door, Bruce was happy that Abel and Carl were still sleeping. Being alone gave him a chance to enjoy his gorgeous aunt's physical charms privately.

As he wondered what it would be like to ram his meaty prick into her cunt, Patti's eyes fluttered and he turned, soundlessly to the kitchen.

Patti awoke slowly, stretching her arms above her head. When she became aware of her exposed, naked cunt, she pulled the sheet over her body and looked around the living room. Finding herself alone, she breathed a sigh of relief. When the memory of the night's escapades filtered through her mind, she smiled. Running her tongue around in her mouth brought back the taste of Abel's salty, creamy jazz.

"Are you awake?" Bruce asked from the kitchen, speaking low enough so Patti could hear him, but not so loud that he would wake up his brothers.

Patti sat up on the couch and rubbed her face. She pulled the sheet over her lap, once again hiding her pussy and looked at her nephew. His face held nothing but pure innocence in it.

"Yes, I think so. Is anything wrong?"

"No, there's nothing wrong. I was just wondering if you'd like some coffee," Bruce said, peering around the corner as he stood in the kitchen. "I'm really quite good at making it."

"I'd love some. That's very sweet of you, Bruce, very thoughtful."

By the time Bruce came into the kitchen with two cups of coffee, Patti was fully awake. She wrapped the white cotton sheet around her body and sipped the coffee, pleased with the taste.

"Like it?" Bruce asked, a little saddened that Patti had covered her sensational body. He could look at her splendid loveliness for hours on end. There simply wasn't anything else like Aunt Patricia's body. It was truly unique.

"Yes, it's excellent." Patti sipped her coffee and nodded her head enthusiastically, exaggerating her appreciation for her nephew's benefit. "Where'd you learn to make coffee like this?"

"Mom taught me."

"Yeah, that figures," Patti said, a sardonic smile turning the corners of her glistening mouth. "She always was better at that sort of thing than me. Always keeps a clean house and look at this place. A real mess!"

"It's not that bad." Bruce bit his lip. It wasn't the right thing to say, he figured.

Patti shifted on the couch and the sheet fell away from her leg, showing her thigh all the way up to her full asscheek. She didn't notice the sudden display of flesh. But Bruce caught it right away.

"Would you mind doing me a favor?" When Bruce shook his head, Patti flashed him her most becoming smile. "In the bedroom there's a chest of drawers. In one of the drawers I keep my panties. Would you bring me a pair, along with the sewing kit?"

Bruce walked on tip-toes into the bedroom. Abel and Carl were still sleeping soundly on the huge, spacious bed. He found the sewing kit immediately. It was on the chest of drawers. When he checked there were countless garter belts, corsets, teddies and various other sexually suggestive clothing. In another drawer Bruce found an enormous dildo.

"Holy cow!" Bruce whispered, inspecting the lewd articles. "I can't believe this."

When Bruce opened another drawer, he found it crammed with black, silk and lace panties. Each pantie had "Foxy" embroidered in the front, just above where the snatch would be. He pulled one out and went back to the living room, hoping, in his excitement, that he wouldn't spring a hard-on and embarrass himself in front of his sexy aunt.

"Thank you, dear," Patti said, taking the kit and panties from Bruce. She talked casually with him, working with the needle and thread to put "June 22" on the panties. As she worked, the sheet slipped away from her tits slightly, showing off her creamy cleavage almost to the light brown areolas.

While the boys were busy arranging their clothes and other belongings in the bedroom, Patti slipped into her bikini bathing suit. The top held her tits high and together, creating an almost unreal, mouth-watering cleavage. The bottom half of the outfit hardly covered up her curly bush, and didn't even quite cover her asscheeks.