Don Scott: Their horny wild aunt

"Well, boys, I'm about to lay down the law," Patti said happily as she collected a plastic bucket and a sponge from the kitchen. "Two of you must clean this place up. If you're going to live here, you're going to do your fair share of the work."

Bruce couldn't tear his eyes away from Patti. She was on her knees, looking under the kitchen sink for the rest of the things she needed to wash her car. Bent over, her bountiful tits were nearly spilling out of the twin cups of the bikini.

"I volunteer to do anything but clean, as along as you need only two to do that," Bruce said quietly.

"Well, Bruce, as long as you were so kind as to make me coffee this morning, you can be the one to help me wash the Corvette." Patti put a second sponge into the bucket and stood. "Okay, gentlemen, let's all get to work."

Bruce watched as Patti's tits sloshed in her bikini as she rubbed car polish onto the hood of her red Corvette. She was leaning forward to get toward the middle of the hood, and with her short stature, was giving her nephew a breath-taking view of tit-flesh.

Patti was happy to have her nephews around. She smiled whenever she thought about the blow-job she had given to Abel, and when the memory of her fierce climax from his cock filtered through her head. But as she rubbed wax into the surface of her car, she was totally unaware of how turned-on her other nephew, Bruce, was getting. She did not realize that her tits were wiggling and jiggling in the skimpy bikini.

After Patti had the entire car coated with a thin film of wax, she left it to dry thoroughly.

"I'll be back out in a bit," Patti told Bruce. "I'm going inside to put my hair up. It's too hot out here to have it down."

As soon as Patti went in the house, Bruce ran to the side of the house that was hidden from the street. He stood near a tree, staying in the shade, and pulled down his cut-off jeans. His cock was already as long and hard as it had ever been. Only staying close to the 'Vette and keeping the car between himself and his aunt had allowed him to hide the bulging of his pants.

"I've got to get off," Bruce whispered as he started whacking feverishly on his cock, "If Aunt Patricia sees this hard-on, she'll probably tell mom! Goddamn, mom would kill me!"

Patti felt better with her hair piled loosely on top of her head. The ebony strands fell down the sides of her face, framing her in misty swirls. With each step she took, her monumental tits jiggled and swayed, stretching but not escaping from the halter of her bikini.

"Hmmmmm," she hummed when she noticed that Bruce wasn't near the car.

The big-titted brunette was just about to start polishing the Corvette when she heard a strange sound coming from the side of the house. She crept silently to the corner and peered around. There, partially hidden by a tree, was her nephew. Patti's eyes went immediately to his huge, pale-skinned cock that wagged in Bruce's beating hand. A tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the slitted tip of Bruce's prick, catching the sunlight and glistening like a diamond. Patti's mouth began to water as she looked at the pre-cum.

Keeping the tree between herself and Bruce, Patti advanced toward her young nephew. She knew why he was beating off. Although she was anything but an egotist, Patti was aware of her staggering physical charms. She felt, in a direct way, responsible for his turmoil. Patti figured that Bruce must have been pretty horny to have to beat off right there in the middle of the afternoon!

When she was at the tree, now not three feet from Bruce, Patti stepped aside and showed herself. The look on Bruce's face when he saw her was nothing, less than absolute, total horror.

"No, don't be afraid," Patti whispered urgently, moving closer to Bruce and putting her hands on his shoulders. His cock was just as long as Abel's, and the cockhead was nearly touching her stomach. "Don't say anything, Bruce. I think I know what you're going through… and I think I'm the one to blame."

"Aunt Patricia, I'm sorry. Honest I am. It's just that when I saw… and then it came up… and then I knew that if I didn't do something about it it would never go down."

Patti touched his lips with her fingertip, silencing him. "It's my tits, isn't it, Bruce? That's what gave you the hard-on. I'm sure it is. It's my fault for wearing this tiny bikini." Bruce didn't know what to think. His cutoffs were down to his thighs and his prick – all nine inches of it – was pointing at his aunt. The only thing he was really certain of was that his prick would not go down until he shot his nuts off.

Patti cleared her throat, stealing a quick look at Bruce's cock. It looked positively delicious! A real mouthful of prickmeat if ever there was one. Big cocks, she decided, must run in the family.

Different emotions were going through Patti's mind as she cast her eyes up and down Bruce's body, appreciating his youthful vigor, big cock, and athletic physique. Although she would have liked nothing more than to sink to her knees in the grass and whip her hot lips back and forth over the cock until she gulped down Bruce's fuck-cream, Patti didn't want to go round seducing all her male relatives.

When the idea came to her, it was as though the proverbial light bulb had suddenly been turned on. She reached behind her neck and grasped the clasp that held her bikini up.

"Bruce, you want to suck on my tits, don't you?"

Bruce turned his eyes down. He couldn't look at his Aunt Patricia. He felt terribly ashamed – and horny, finally he nodded his head.

"I'm the one responsible for getting you into the mess you're in now, I should be the one to get you out, too. Now there's really nothing wrong with my tits. I mean, if you suck on them while you jerk off, that's not really like incest, at least it's not in my book." Patti unfastened the clasp and pulled the bikini down, freeing her tits, letting the straps hang down the front of her body beneath her tits. "Go ahead and suck on them if you want."

Bruce gawked at the twin mounds of succulent tit-flesh. They hung slightly apart, the ripples long and distended, surrounded by large, light-brown areolas. The tits were even bigger than he had thought, full and round, yet hanging midway between her arms and navel.

"Go ahead. I won't stop you," Patti said, trying to sound calm, yet waiting impatiently for the feel of his hungry lips working on her responsive tits.

Bruce bent forward and sucked as much of his aunt's right tit into his mouth as he could. While chewing on the resilient flesh, he grabbed his cock and whacked with maniac speed. This was more than he had expected! So much more that his breath came in wheezing gulps as he nibbled and bit the firm but soft tit.

Patti pushed the fingers of both hands through Bruce's hair and guided his face from one tingling nipple to the other. Hot, lusty bolts of pure desire sizzled through her veins, making her pussy moist and dewy. She thought of letting Bruce finger-fuck her wanton pussy while he jerked off, but then decided against it. She was trying to remain as reasonably cool about Bruce and what he was doing as possible.

"Ummmmm! Ohhhhhhh! Ummmmm!" Bruce moaned as he took turns sucking on one nipple, then the other.

His cock was a red-hot poker in his beating fist as he pounded it from the pricktip to the root. His balls swung between his legs, knocking against the edge of his fist whenever he pushed down on his cock.

Patti wanted to see Bruce cum. She was so horny that even watching his creamy jism spewing in jets out of the tip of his cock would be satisfaction enough. Bringing his face between her tits, she released his head and grabbed her tits, pressing them to both sides of his face. Bruce's face was trapped between the warm, firm, fragrant globes of feminine titflesh.

"Go, Bruce! Don't hold back!" Patti urged, fighting to keep from sucking his cock. She knew herself well enough to realize that the longer she waited, the more likely it would be that she would sink to her knees and give her nephew a blow-job. "Your brothers might come out! Shoot your cum, my precious darling!"